Kalleth

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Jideh woke up to the sound of furious knocking on his door. He stumbled out of the covers, realized with an easy smile he'd gone to bed in his clothes, and opened up the door. An eager-looking older student was there, and Jideh was confused at first.

Several minutes later found Jideh trailing alongside other students who were walking outside of the dormitory. He listened patiently to the explanation the older students gave, and when the gout of flame blasted into the night's darkness, Jideh began walking. He saw almost all the other participants tear off at a run. He was inclined to walk, both for safety's sake, and to enjoy the atmosphere of the Academy grounds at night. He was still sensibly dressed, and he'd thought to grab his spade before he'd left. Other than that, he'd been remiss about lacking a light source. Jideh figured that the light of the moon would be enough to see by, and as he walked along the forest's path carefree as can be, he took in the forest at night. The trees were whispering in the breeze, and he could smell them, and feel them. He could actually feel them!

It startled Jideh initially, when he felt the branches tugging at his clothes, but then he realized that a specialist in flora such as himself could easily have done something like this, and he was walking. It seemed that the trees wanted him running, or at least moving faster. Jideh felt no compulsion to comply, seeing as he was covered up, and the branches stopped short of whipping at his face. He had listened to the stories the older students told of ghosts, but he wasn't really sure that he believed them. And even if they were true, he guessed that the bumbling students rushing on ahead of him would take care of that potential threat neatly, and he would have plenty of warning should he run into them.

Things I'd Never Do If I Ever Became an Evil Overlord (#121 I will not attempt to use an artifact that I know can only be used by the pure of heart)

Dick rolled his eyes at Vark's comments, and leaned against the wall, waiting for him to come back. And come back he did.

"How about we find a secure place that we know the Overlord doesn't know about, and then work on a plan there? Don't these types of pizda have eyes and ears everywhere? Even pośrodku niczego Giton? You're not nearly sneaky enough, and it's going to get your dupa killed."

Polish Key

pośrodku niczego = middle of nowhere
pizda = c*nt

The Second Whenever Cross-Site Hunger Games: Revolution Edition

[player1] grabs [player2] by the pussy.
[player1] hacks the DNC and then lies about it to [player2].
[player1] uses overseas tax shelters and foreign oil to build a multinational conglomerate empire from within the arena, thereby rigging the games so that sponsors send them "small loans of millions of dollars."
[player1] gives [player2] the come hither look. [player2] comes hither, and slaps [player1] for making come hither eyes in a game of death.

Men vs. Women Race to 1000

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Things I'd Never Do If I Ever Became an Evil Overlord (#121 I will not attempt to use an artifact that I know can only be used by the pure of heart)

Maybe. I dunno. I'll post tomorrow even if nobody else has.

GAME: Crush A Wish

Granted. You are a fucking insane sadistic heathen. Enjoy Valhalla. :)

I wish I was a fish too.

Men vs. Women Race to 1000

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The Seven Vices of Vicaria [Casual RP] [Mature Content]

Father Jacobs turned to the insolent man who was begging to be taught a lesson in obeying the lord's servants. His mouth was opening to command the executioner to leave the funny-speaking pretty boy for his own personal treatment, his hand upraised to wave off the execution when-

A horrible noise. A sickening smell. Hot putrid bile mixed with putrescent contents blasting into his face, nostrils, mouth, and robes. At first, he felt extreme disgust, his own bile mounting in his throat, then he knew nothing, as he fell off the gallows platform and darkness enveloped his vision. He knew nothing beyond that.

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The executioner saw the spectacular fountain of vomit catapult the priest off of the raised stage, and then he looked furtively about. The crowd had jumped back to avoid the disgustingly sodden form of the unconscious priest. All the other guards were elsewhere, administering Vicarian justice to those who were not presumably, moments from death. Finally he made up his mind and stepped closer, pulling out his knife. He held it up in front of Salim's face.

"See this? You pay me in coin you have right now, locked up in the dungeon, for this knife." He gave Salim a look as though waiting to hear what money was being held up in the dungeon that the executioner could look forward to. At that moment however, a guard caught sight of the catastrophe at hand, and began pushing through the crowd, clubbing bystanders liberally. The executioner's eyes widened and he dropped the knife at Salim's feet, and made himself scarce.

The crowd was jumbled, and the lone guard was having trouble making headway, however it was evident to the three heroes of our narrative, and their criminal companions, that if they didn't find a way out of the noose now, their temporary stay of execution would remain just that.

Temporary.

Things I'd Never Do If I Ever Became an Evil Overlord (#121 I will not attempt to use an artifact that I know can only be used by the pure of heart)

Don't look at me. @Andreyich needs to respond to my stern polish scolding.

Men vs. Women Race to 1000

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