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2 yrs ago
Current The outdoors be like: "This mf forgot his Zyrtec, get his ass!"
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2 yrs ago
At last, the correct amount of garlic 🧄🧄🧄🧄🧄🧄🧄🧄🧄
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2 yrs ago
I have consumed far to much garlic bread. My hubris has doomed me once again.
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2 yrs ago
It's either: sleep is for the weak, or sleep FOR a week.
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2 yrs ago
Pink Starburst gang, wya?
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"No one can escape the fate given to them.
All that remains is the end, where you will all perish.
Eternal greatness exists only within myself.
Sing a song of sorrow in a world where time has vanished."


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"Right. I'm off to bed. Wake me up if I'm on fire or Chuckles starts eating my stuff. Or if we're under attack. That too." Ysran dragged himself over to the fire, much like that of his shambler. There really wasn't a bed of any kind, but he'd slept through worse. If rocks were soft enough to sleep on, the dry earth beneath him would only be an improvement. Setting his head onto his pack and lying down. He closed his eyes. With any luck, sleep would come soon. His mind began to wander. How would he get home? He lived in a city, there weren't any forests around. He must of wandered pretty far. Oh well. He always managed to get home somehow. But what about Chuckles? He wondered what he was doing. He'll be fine. Probably. He wouldn't hurt anybody unless he was told to. Ysran slowly felt his senses dim. Sweet sleep was at last approaching.

(For the rest of the night, I will be playing as Chuckles, the Shambler. Don't worry, he doesn't bite!)
@Lich Wow, that is highly unusual unless you were healing, drunk or terribly ill.


Knowing him, likely all three.
"Chuckles knows what they look like. He knows what I do. He knows what they look like, sound like, everything I know. As for the whole corruption part, that's very unlikely. He'd have to connect with my mind directly to do so. And with all the Eldritch taint in there, he wouldn't have a good time, not to mention some of the higher-ups might have something to say about a member of their little society was to taken. Ysran gave another yawn. Much quieter this time. His magic had taken a toll on him. He reached back into his pack. With any luck... Ah, there it was. He pulled out a leather bound tome with a gold plated metal plaque that was inscribed: The Occult. "If you have any other questions, you can likely find them in this. I've carried this thing around since my early days as a Magician. It's always answered my questions. It details several subjects that many people ask about. If you want to give it a read, feel free to take a look. Ysran held the thick book and held it out towards Elyria.

@Wick
Heyo, count me in.
I'll also need to learn, but I'd definitely be interested.
"Genji Game? I'm afraid I haven't played any of those games, so I don't really know much about this place. Maybe I could Google some stuff?" Ysran lifted up the left side of his robes and revealed his blue jeans. He dug into his pockets. No cell phone. There was a long cylinder in there however. Pulling it out, Ysran produced a large Cuban cigar. "Huh. I don't remember Ysran having any of these left. He didn't develop a smoking habit. Huh." He put the cigar back into his pocket. He checked his other pocket. No cell phone. But there were several pointed objects inside. Pulling one out, it was revealed to be a bullet! "Nice!" He pulled out several more. He pulled his gun out of his holster and gave it a whirl. He quickly reloaded and re-holstered his gun. Only one thing."Wait. Ysran is from the 1970's. He doesn't have a cellphone. Damn." As the path continued, there was a large rock jutting akwardly out of the mountain. Coming closer, Ysran saw something quickly retreating behind it. It was long and thin. Likely one of the Samurai looking for revenge. Or possibly multiple. Ysran stopped dead in his tracks. Raising his right hand, he turned his head to Rawk. "You see that rock up there? I'm pretty sure there's someone or something is hiding behind it. We might want to prepare for a fight." Ysran silently pulled out his Machete and gun. "Get ready."
Granted. However you contract H.I.V. and die within the year.

I wish for various jewelry.
Ysran nodded at Rawk's statement. But before that... Ysran walked over to where the Samurai were. Bending down, he picked up one of several Katanas that had been dropped. Standing up, he examined the sword. It was definitely sharp. And seemed sturdy enough. Well, as sturdy as a Katana could be. Ysran held the blade over his shoulder. "Hey Rawk, want one of these? A bladed weapon could be handy." He walked past Rawk and looked down, off the mountains. It was a long way down. He stepped towards the path down. It was pretty steep. A good few minutes had gone by without any problems, and remarkable progress down the mountain was made. But Ysran thought to himself, what game was this? Samurai, and feudal Japan. Well they certainly belonged together. But there were several games like that, so what could it be? Ninja Giaden? No, not enough platforming. Maybe... some low budget Naruto game? It was possible. Ysran was clueless. Guess he'd have to wait and see.
"I honestly don't even know who this Dark Lord guy is, but from what I've heard from you guys, he's apperently not a nice guy.I don't have anything against him, but if he truly is evil, then I'll join the fray. I've got some... past sins to pay for, and while I'll never forgive myself for them, I find comfort knowing that I can fight for the good guys now." Ysran looked back. Chuckles was wandering towards the trees, still clutching the paper.

Chuckles walked through the forest, following the sounds of undead moaning and chatter. As he kept walking, Chuckles eventually spotted several figures. One was robed and surrounded by several others. This must be who Master wanted him to see. Sauntering out from the shade, Chuckles gave a loud grunt to get their attention. Shuffling forward still, he stuck out his arm grasping the paper. He bagan to shake his arm back and forth in a 'come hither' manner.
Granted. But you are immediately sued for copyright infringement and left penniless.

I wish I wasn't so fat.
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