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6 yrs ago
I DON'T LIKE'EM PUTTING CHEMICALS IN THE WATER THAT TURNS THE FRICKIN' 1X1 SECTION LEWD.
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6 yrs ago
Oi JOSUKE, I logged on to my personal desktop computation device and went to ROLEPLAYERGUILDDOTCOM, now I'm trapped in the one-times-one section! Ain't that wacky?
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6 yrs ago
I didn't steal your meme, I colonized it.
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6 yrs ago
Rush RPG, cyka blyat
6 yrs ago
John Table. The man. The myth. The furniture.
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THE MEMES, JACK
Don't you guys all find this rather attractive? I think it adds some nice texture to the posts, and it clearly isn't distracting or tacky in any way, no sir.

So why don't we all just vote yes for absolutely everything? You know you all like it.


Such a wonderful day! The sun was bright, the humidity brought on by last night's storm was trivially endured, and the birds were...well, really annoying, actually. Their constant chirping made it almost impossible to think. To make matters worse, the people of Galorand seemed content to encourage the fluttering flappers by tossing them bits of bread and oats! The little avians would all fly to the buffet, and amplify their infernal screeching tenfold. Merasmus took it upon himself to escape from the hell that is the outside world by making his way into the nearest book shop, where silent pontification and intellectual rigor reigned supreme. He had only been in this particular shop once before, but the intelligent regulars and the owner's own selection of academic reads made quite an impression on the wizened old man.

Pacing slowly through the many isles of tomes, Merasmus had a very hard time actually choosing picking something out to read. Alchemical manuals, incantation guides, bestiaries of all sizes...they were all so tempting! Ultimately, Merasmus decided on something a bit more contemporary, but also on a subject he had little experience with. The front cover bore blood-soaked blades, rancid gashes, and a very detailed rendition of a leg that just had its foot removed, all encompassed by a flame that enveloped the rest of the book's visage. The title read 101 Common Wounds and Methods of Cauterization, written by Sargon of the Akkadian Warbands. A gruesome read to be sure, but such knowledge could prove very useful to Merasmus...though he hoped that he would not have to apply any of it to himself, of course.

As Merasmus read his newly obtained text in the lounge area of the shop, he overheard some of the other customers whispering about some sort of war between the kingdom of Heham and a land called Hawic. Mercenaries and guilds from all over the continent were being recruited to bolster the fighting force of either side, though apparently most would have none of it. Merasmus considered war a massive waste of time. All that time fighting and dying when those very same soldiers could be put to work testing new inventions and securing magical artifacts for study! The leaders of the surrounding kingdoms were so childish their antics gave Merasmus headaches. Why couldn't they all just play together like good boys? The lands they raze could be home to the next great discovery, and they're just stomping all over them! Absolutely outrageous! Merasmus shook his head and continued reading, not wishing to spoil his good mood by thinking of such conflicts any further.

Hmm...now that is a VERY interesting application of candle wax!
Optional.

I'm of the opinion that colored text makes posts look ugly as sin and heavily out of place. Aside from that I think it's merely a crutch that people use when they fail to properly make it known who is saying what. But I understand that some people think making posts colorful adds...something to them. I don't know what, but whatever, I wouldn't mind people being free to format their posts using colored text for dialogue if they want.
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I knew it.

Fucking synth.


Hey, only my vision is augmented!

...fuck you, I'll wear sunglasses at night if I want to!
Joke's on you, I just donated all of my innards to science.

In hindsight it was probably a bad idea.
Holy crap, @Frizan actually posted!


u wna go m8

ill fite u right her in the College

1v1 ill rek u m8, Tolfdir ain't here to stop me
Sagax didn't know what was behind that door, but the last thing he expected was for a glowing ball of...something to come whizzing through at breakneck speed and body a sailor that had just touched down from his ascent up the ice wall, sending him straight back down to a silent death. Watching Farid and Ariane bring down two of the mystery orbs, the confused Imperial didn't quite know what to make of the strange beings. They struck their foes as if they were entirely solid, but melted away into nothingness in a flash of magical aura when struck. So strange! If only he had stayed and listened to Varulae's spontaneous lectures on the Restoration and Alteration arts back when he was still in Cyrodill, perhaps then he'd have an inkling of an idea of what those things were. But he didn't, and so he'd have to stick with what he knew: Apply pointy end of murder-stick to enemy combatant.

Entering the chamber with sword drawn, Sagax was immediately targeted by one of the anomalies. While not quite quick enough to cut the thing in half, he was however able to get its attack to deflect off of his pauldron, leaving behind a small mark and the faint smell of burning leather. Deeming it an inappropriate time to complain about the damage to his new armor, Sagax instead readied his blade against the next incoming attack. Holding his sword level to his head with the point facing outwards towards the anomaly, the man waited for the orb to move away from the tip of his blade. Holding firm until his foe got close enough, he then proceeded to swing his sword around in a small arc to both gain momentum and position the edge towards the orb, bringing the blade down on it with a diagonal cut. It felt very odd indeed, as if he had just tried to slice apart water. But it was gone, whatever it was, and that was good enough for Sagax.

After everyone else got their fill of killing weird fuzzy water orb things, Sagax followed Farid through the remaining chambers and up a ladder into the College. Holding his hand up to his face to shield it from the raging blizzard and all the lovely balls of ice and freezing gales it brought, Sagax just barely made out the figure of someone. They called over, informing the party of survivors within the College. Well, that was good. Higher chance of their rescue operation not being a total dud. The only one that didn't seem very happy to see the man, aside from Sevine, though she just seemed to be annoyed at his coy words, was Solveig. She being the closest person to himself, Sagax could see that the Nord wore an apprehensive expression on her face and, frighteningly, looked ready to kill. Though this would be no news for Solveig in any other circumstance, this time her killer attitude seemed very directed. At what? Surely not this random man?

Looking over, Sagax raised his voice slightly so as to be heard over the rushing winds around them; he didn't dare try to get her attention any other way. "What's going on, Red-Bear? Something the matter?" Looking around, he tried to find anything worth worrying about. "You see any more of those magic ball things or something?"
I'll try and get a post up in the morning.
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So Jorwen is still aboard The Courtesan right?

I was going to write a post today for Leif, but I decided to hold back, maybe let some of you other blokes get a post in before speedy-mcspeedster gets a word in.


Postin' at the speed of sound
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