KabenSaal

Side Quest - Sword Art Online

A, getting back to the camp, post for the Gorge People.

Side Quest - Sword Art Online

@kabensaal sorry for knocking out your character without your permission. Wanted to move things along.. Please np be angry

@Zelosse

It's fine. The next post would be Nena heading towards the camp, rescuing herself, anyway.

The Horde of Evil - Tresspassing through treacherous tribes' territory! (RP closed)

P.P.S. And we've always got Emily's hidden trump card or whatever it is she's got planned, although I'm betting that will be saved for something more significant than a single orc shaman.

@BBeast

Much more significent than an orc.

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Yea, Nena's a bit loopy, now. SAO doesn't always hurt physically.

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*Appears from the depths of physics*
O.o
I'm alive!

@BlackPanther

Are you sure? One minute your sure, the next minute everyone turns into lizards and a piano falls on you.

R.A.T.S. - Rapid Assault Tactical Squad - 1 Slot Open

Genni was last seen five days ago. Even if it was just for a moment, hope flares that her return is imminent!

@Genni!

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What are you talking about? Are you feeling alright? @Haeo

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Yes, she is. (Insane, not into the group. That would just be presumptious, and only trees are presumptious. Dam trees, with their leaves, and the branchs, and their perfectly groomed eyebrows....)

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My post is so Satanic!

Side Quest - Sword Art Online

Nena looked up as another man joined the party, and took offense to his claims that her rat was rotten. So she put her foot down, and crossed her arms.
"Hey! Dingle-berry! My rat isn't rotten, it's fermented. I doubt such an unfratinized kazbar like yourself would know the difference, but there is plenty of difference. I make Rat cake, rat sorbet, rat pudding, and strawberry tart. A diocisian lumpgrad like yourself wouldn't eat them though, so more for more!" Nena finished. Her...'insults' - if they could be called that - were entirely nonsenstical, as if she had taken a lexicographical hammer and bashed some letters together until bits stopped falling off.