@knifeman Did you expect anything less from a guy named Orgasmo?
Lord Orgasmo
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Professional Disappointment since 1999
STATUS: The outdoors be like: "This mf forgot his Zyrtec, get his ass!" 2 yrs ago
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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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It's either: sleep is for the weak, or sleep FOR a week.
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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.
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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a dragon could breathe fire...
>Dragon Slayer intensifies
@Searat You'd have to either deal with the guy with the Mace first, or wait for someone else to occupy him, and run past him.
If you guys want, I could also determine turn order, or just let you guys post whenever.
If you guys want, I could also determine turn order, or just let you guys post whenever.
These guys are jobbers. Kick their asses however you see fit. Do know that events and targets will be chosen randomly, unless in a one-on-one situation. And example was Fight or Flee, and Fight was Chosen. And Jeets was chosen as the target from all of you. Also, keep in mind that the man in red has cast a defensive spell.
The man in red Frowned. "Hm. Well. If that is your choice, then know that you have chosen... poorly. But so be it." The man began to raise his scepter with one hand, and making arcane gestures with the other. A flash of purple enveloped him, before quickly becoming transparent, leaving the man in a defensive position.
The man in white let out a battle cry as he charged forward. He held a large wooden shield in his left hand, holding it in front of him, with a heavy, spherical mace in his right. He swung his mace in front of him, seemingly at nothing, but a streak of yellow came flying from the mace, heading towards Jeets.
Jeets side steps the ray, but hits the top of his staff, leaving behind a singed tip. Jeets remained in a defensive position, ready to strike at a moment's notice.
The man in white let out a battle cry as he charged forward. He held a large wooden shield in his left hand, holding it in front of him, with a heavy, spherical mace in his right. He swung his mace in front of him, seemingly at nothing, but a streak of yellow came flying from the mace, heading towards Jeets.
Jeets side steps the ray, but hits the top of his staff, leaving behind a singed tip. Jeets remained in a defensive position, ready to strike at a moment's notice.
I'll try to get a post up today
@ProPro So then would you say it's Close Range? Or some other type?
If you want me to add, delete, specify, or otherwise change this, hit me up.
You may talk or fight your way out of this situation. The cave is wide enough for all of you to walk comfortably side by side, and is about 10 feet high
"Hoy you lot! You ready to go yet? Jeets waved his arms at the top of the hill. His tent was packed up, although, it seemed to have disappeared more than put away. He also seemed to be holding a new bag...
Jeets trotted down the hill holding dearly to his hat. He approached the three survivors. "Roight, 'eresthe deal, your gonna follow me through a small cave, and that'll take us roight to da main island. Once we're dere, I'll see if can 'ook you lot up with some supplies an' a place to stay. But first..."
Jeets rustles around in his new bag and pulls out three small clear vials, each with an ounce of sparkly red liquid. He holds out his hands and gives one to each of the survivors.
"'Ese here'll fix what ails ya. Probably. Now then let's be off. If ya have any questions, ask 'em while we're walkin'."
He waves the group over as he begins walking towards the hill he was just on. At the top of the hill is a plateau that leads directly into a cliff face. A large tunnel entrance looms over the party. "Through 'ere."
Once the party enters, the temperature rises to an almost normal level. The tunnel is a little dark, only illuminated by the occasional torch sconce, yet despite this Jeets handles its twists and turns effortlessly. "Keep your wits about ya. Its said trouble's been brewin' 'ere keep a look--" It was at this time Jeets stopped abruptly and held his hand up, and pointed forward.
Two men stood side by side in the torchlight. One held a scepter and wore a red and black robe, while the other held a mace and shield and wore a white and gold robe. The man on the left with the Scepter spoke first.
"Welcome 'travellers' you're heading to a very dangerous place. May I suggest you come with us? The master would like to meet you..." The man on the left gripped his mace tighter at the word "Suggest", and began glaring at the party. Jeets slowly put his staff in both hands.
Jeets trotted down the hill holding dearly to his hat. He approached the three survivors. "Roight, 'eresthe deal, your gonna follow me through a small cave, and that'll take us roight to da main island. Once we're dere, I'll see if can 'ook you lot up with some supplies an' a place to stay. But first..."
Jeets rustles around in his new bag and pulls out three small clear vials, each with an ounce of sparkly red liquid. He holds out his hands and gives one to each of the survivors.
"'Ese here'll fix what ails ya. Probably. Now then let's be off. If ya have any questions, ask 'em while we're walkin'."
He waves the group over as he begins walking towards the hill he was just on. At the top of the hill is a plateau that leads directly into a cliff face. A large tunnel entrance looms over the party. "Through 'ere."
Once the party enters, the temperature rises to an almost normal level. The tunnel is a little dark, only illuminated by the occasional torch sconce, yet despite this Jeets handles its twists and turns effortlessly. "Keep your wits about ya. Its said trouble's been brewin' 'ere keep a look--" It was at this time Jeets stopped abruptly and held his hand up, and pointed forward.
Two men stood side by side in the torchlight. One held a scepter and wore a red and black robe, while the other held a mace and shield and wore a white and gold robe. The man on the left with the Scepter spoke first.
"Welcome 'travellers' you're heading to a very dangerous place. May I suggest you come with us? The master would like to meet you..." The man on the left gripped his mace tighter at the word "Suggest", and began glaring at the party. Jeets slowly put his staff in both hands.
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