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I am always looking for RPs that involve D&D Fantasy, Horror, Westerns, Zombies.

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@LostDestiny

Im tired, going to go to bed, i will post in morning.

G'night ☺
I think i will call it a night, I will post tomorrow morning.
Night everyone

Why don't you, sit right back,
And I, I may tell you, a tale.
A tale of three, little pigs,
And a big, bad, wolf.
Well the first little piggy, well he was kinda hip.
He spent most of his days, just a dreaming of the city.
And then one day, he bought a guitar.
He moved to Hollywood, to become a star.
But, living on the farm, he knew nothing of the city.
Built his house out of straw, what a pity.
And then one day, jamming on some chords,
Along came the wolf, knocking on his door.
Little Pig, Little Pig, let me in.
Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin!
Little Pig, little pig, let me in.
Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin!
Well I'm huffing, I'm puffing, I'll blow your house in.
Huffing, puffin, blow your house in.
Huffing, puffin, blow your house in.
Huffing and a puffin and I'll blow your house in!
Well the second little piggy, well he was kinda stoked.
He spent most of his time just a ganga smoking.
Huffing and a puffin down on Venice Beach.
Getting paid money for religious speech.
He built his shelter from what he garbage picked.
Mostly made up of old cans and sticks.
Then one day he was cranking out Bob Marley,
And along came the Wolf on his big bad Harley.
Little Pig, Little Pig, let me in.
Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin!
Little Pig, little pig, let me in.
Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin!
Well I'm huffing, I'm puffing, I'll blow your house in.
Huffing, puffin, blow your house in.
Huffing, puffin, blow your house in.
Huffing and a puffin and I'll blow your house in!
Well the third little piggy, the grade A student.
His daddy was a rock star, named Pig Nugent.
Earned his Masters Degree, from Harvard College.
Built his house from his architect knowledge.
A tri-level mansion, Hollywood Hills.
Daddy's rock stardom, paid for the bills.
And then one day came the old house smasher
The big bad wolf, the little piggy slasher.
Little Pig, Little Pig, let me in.
Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin!
Little Pig, little pig, let me in.
Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin!
Well I'm huffing, I'm puffing, I'll blow your house in.
Huffing, puffin, blow your house in.
Huffing, puffin, blow your house in.
Huffing and a puffin and I'll blow your house in!
Well the big bad Wolf,
Well he huffed, and he puffed, all that he could.
And low and behold the little piggy's house stood.
"It's made out of concrete!" The little piggy shouted.
The wolf just frowned, as he pouted.
So they called nine-eleven, like any piggy would.
The sent out Rambo, just as fast, as they could.
"Yo, wolf-face, I'm your worst nightmare, your ass is mine!"
Well the wolf fell dead as you can plainly see.
That's to end the story, for you and me.
If you still give a listen, you just may,
Here the big wolf or little piggy say.
Little Pig, Little Pig, let me in.
Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin!
Little Pig, little pig, let me in.
Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin!
Well I'm huffing, I'm puffing, I'll blow your house in.
Huffing, puffin, blow your house in.
Huffing, puffin, blow your house in.
Huffing, puffin, blow your house in.
Huffing and a puffin and I'll blow your house in!
Huffing and a puffin and I'll blow your house in!
Huffing and a puffin and I'll blow your house in!
Huffing and a puffin and I'll blow your house in!
"And the moral of the story is,
A band with no talent can easily amuse
Idiots, with a stupid, puppet show."
Ben handed her a needle and thread, "You are in luck.
Unzipping the jumpsuit, he pushed it down some, so he could add some Neosporin to the burn.
He took the ointment tube, and squeezed a little on his palm, and gently massaged it against the burn on his leg.
"Feels better already, and I dunno, I never saw any plants when we began thru the swamp."
" I suppose, I could have overlooked it."
He watched her sew the wound up, and was glad she didn't ask him to do it.
Removing a piece of leather from his jacket, he handed it to her"Bite down on this."
Drucia followed the group into the cave torch in hand. She kept her quarterstaff secured in it's place on her back seeing as if they ran into trouble her first reaction would be to wild shape. As they walked she heard Cullen's voice carry down one of the tunnels that split off. "I think he went this way. I can hear him calling." She pointed down the tunnel she heard his voice from.




Perception check- 21 with mods


(Everyone who follows, will also have to crawl thru tunnel, and they shouldn't get stuck, unless they transform into a bear)
"DIE! EVIL BISON!!


During a thunderstorm in early September 1944, units of the 35th Infantry Division are nearing the French town of Nancy. One of the division's mechanized reconnaissance platoons is ordered to hold their position when the Germans counterattack. The outnumbered platoon is also hit by friendly fire from their own mortars.

Private Kelly, a former lieutenant scapegoated for a failed infantry assault, captures Colonel Dankhopf of Wehrmacht Intelligence. Interrogating his prisoner, Kelly notices the officer's briefcase has several gold bars disguised under lead plating. Curious, he gets the colonel drunk and learns that there is a cache of 14,000 gold bars, worth US$16 million ($240 million today), stored in a bank vault 30 miles (50 km) behind enemy lines in the town of Clermont. When their position is overrun and the Americans pull back, a Tiger I tank kills Dankhopf.

Kelly decides to go after the gold. He recruits Supply Sergeant "Crapgame" in order to obtain the supplies and guns that will be needed. A spaced-out tank platoon commander known as "Oddball" overhears, and he and his three M4 Sherman tanks join the caper. With their commanding officer, Captain Maitland, preoccupied with enriching himself, the men of Kelly's platoon are all eager to join him. After much argument, Kelly finally persuades cynical Master Sergeant "Big Joe" to go along.

Kelly decides that his infantrymen and Oddball's tanks will proceed separately and meet near Clermont. The Shermans fight their way through the German lines, destroying a railway depot in the process, but the bridge they need to cross is blown up by Allied fighter-bombers. Oddball contacts an engineer unit to build him a bridge, and the engineers in turn bring in even more men for support.

After losing their jeeps and halftracks to friendly fire from an American plane that mistakes them for the enemy, Kelly and the others proceed on foot and unknowingly walk into a minefield. Private Grace is blown up when he steps on a mine, and PFC Mitchell and Corporal Job are killed when the men are forced to engage a German patrol while the two are trapped in the minefield.

Oddball links up with Kelly two nights later, bringing with him the extra troops. They battle their way across the river to Clermont. By this time, intercepted radio messages attract the notice of the 35th Infantry Division commander, Major General Colt, who misinterprets them as the efforts of aggressive patrols pushing forward on their own initiative. He immediately rushes to the front to exploit the "breakthrough".

Clermont is defended by three Tiger tanks of the 1st SS Panzer Division with infantry support. The Americans are able to eliminate the German infantry and two of the Tigers, but the final tank parks itself right in front of the bank and Oddball's last Sherman breaks down, leaving them stalemated. At Crapgame’s suggestion, Kelly, Big Joe, and Oddball approach the Tiger and offer the commander and his crew a share of the loot.

After the Tiger blows the bank doors open, the Germans and Americans divide the spoils, each share being US$875,000 (more than $13.3 million today) and go their separate ways, just barely ahead of the still-oblivious General Colt, who is blocked from entering Clermont by the joyous French residents, who have been deceived by Big Joe into thinking that Colt is Charles de Gaulle.
Yo draco, sup
A simple hi or hello would have sufficed lol ,welcome
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