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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."


My 1x1 thread, because I'm a shameless hack.

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I am not a creative man. But at the same time, I am not a man, either. I am but a boy.

So here's my lame excuse for a character sheet.


I'm your white mage bitches!
Do our characters need to be in Epic city? Or will we all just be called somewhere?
@Remipa Awesome No, I think she ment me. My Shambler looks pretty scary, apparently.
@Wick
Not to worry. Chuckles the Shambler knows no fear!

mostly because he doesn't have the mental ability to register it
@Aquanthe Yeah, he could probably knock down a tree. Provided it's not some like... 400 year old Redwood.
Chuckles had completed his mission. It was time to head back. The walk through the forest was short, and he quickly found the firelight of the camp. Shuffling out of the shade, he looked around. The woman seemed to have an armfull of... something long and thin. Chuckles didn't quite know what they were. Looking in front of her was the big man that Master told him to listen to. Master was asleep by the fire. Well... now what? For now he guessed he'd wait for another order.

He stood silently. Minutes passed. But no orders were given. Maybe he simply couldn't hear anybody. He shuffled closer to Alberich. He seemed to be making things out of a tree. Master never made things out of trees. He usually didn't make things. He liked to look at things though. Chuckles stared intently at the wood. Picking up one of the logs, he sat down and began to copy Alberich. Shaving the end of the logs with his large claws. Slowly. Methodically. Chuckles wondered what the man was making. The log the man was holding was almost looked like a long claw. Why was he making a tree-claw? Did the other trees need claws? Maybe he needed a claw? People like master didn't have very good claws. So the man was making claws. That much he knew. But for who? He decided to wait and continue to help making a tree-claw. Until he got another order that is.

@Aquanthe
Lance sat in the horseless carriage. It wasn't the first time he'd seen one of these, but it was the first time he'd ever been inside of one. The inside was a little claustrophobic. Mainly because he was so tall. He had to sit in a bit of a slouch to not hit his head on the roof. While the trip to the city was short, Lance decided to bring a book with him. This one however, was no Botany book. It was rather small, and paperbacked. The title read: "Choose your own adventure! Dungeons and Dragons: Fall of Wintersrock." It was a one of the few choose your own adventure books in the library he hadn't read. Lance also of course had his pack full of boring traveling stuff. He always had it with him. Just in case. He also remembered to bring a regeneration potion, as well as some Antivenom. There was a poisonous plant around this area, but with any luck, nobody would be rolling around in random plants. Lastly, he brought his sword and board, tried and true, and easy to carry. He also had the hidden knife in his boot, which he had almost forgotten about. He patiently waited for the others to get in. This was going to be fun. He could feel it.
Heh, maybe I oughta just re-hash Yeagnasae.
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