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6 yrs ago
Current Hey, I hate to say this, but I am probably leaving this place for the forseeable future. Those who are waiting for me on RPs can just... stop waiting, I guess. Sorry, all.
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6 yrs ago
Well, @Truant, I believe what's wrong with you is in the name... your ability is Truant, you only get to act every other turn.
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6 yrs ago
@Ampharos Boy, I guess that means you're going to get cave adaptation by the time this whole thing is done, and you'll vomit as soon as you leave your house, lol.
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7 yrs ago
You ever read one of your RPs from years ago and just laugh at how bad it is?
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7 yrs ago
Dragons vs unicorns, huh? I'm horribly biased in this case 'cause I HATE horses, so... dragons.
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Well, I made my first IC post. Anyways, I left it up to you to decide when/how I get there... that package could be anything, and that E-mail could just as easily be spam.
I finally finished. Only moments before the bell rang, which told all of us that it was time to stop working, I finished my final. This was even the last class of the day, too. I wasn't sure if my rushed effort would get me an A, but it probably wasn't going to fail me. I practically flew out of class, and nearly ran over one of my friends, Greg. "Hey, Alan!" He shouts at me, later shouting "Slow down and let me talk!" I slow down after I run out of energy, which honestly was too soon after I started running to be considered anything more than 'embarrassing'. "Okay, good, now that I can talk, I gotta tell you. I finally finished this great new game. It's called 'Chrono Trigger', and it's on that handheld... er... what was it's name, again?" I manage to not facepalm, considering Greg thought of himself as a gamer, and he made a mistake someone like me, who hasn't played a game in years wouldn't have. "Greg... that game's been out for years. What you played was some sort of remake or remastering, or something. My cousin used to play that game, and tell me all about it when he used to come over. It's not new," Greg laughs, and says "Well... I mean, obviously I was joking, right?" Whatever joke he was trying to make, it wasn't a good one, making it even harder to fake a laugh as I continued to head towards my ride home.

The ride home seemed to take forever considering the fact that finals were out of the way, and I essentially had all the time in the world to do whatever I wanted... at least for three months or so, and once I got there, I bolted straight for the door, ignoring an odd package that was apparently addressed to me, and sitting in front of the door. My parents weren't home at the time, so I didn't even have to talk to anyone before entering my room. Ah, my room, the place was a complete mess with my bed that I haven't made in months, as well as the random balled-up and tossed around drawings of dragons that I felt weren't even good enough to keep for one reason or another, and even the cans of soda, one of which was open, the other of which was probably warm and flat by now, which sat next to the chips on my computer desk, which also functioned as an easel if I don't have room to set up the actual easel I had. Considering the random things strewn on the floor, which have been there for who-knows-how-long, I haven't gotten to use it as an actual computer desk for a while, and actually had an unfinished drawing already on it. I didn't finish the shading or the coloring yet, and I didn't put a lot of detail into the mountain in the background, either. I was eager to start, and since nobody else was home, I did just that, making sure to use just the right pencils so I get the right color of grey for the shading, as for detail, I placed a few more trees on the mountain, as well as one that looked as though it was destroyed by the dragon in the foreground. I was in the middle of shading said tree when a very loud and annoying beep, which indicated that I, for some reason or another, have received an E-mail from someone... odd, since my friends didn't usually bother due to the fact that I almost never check my E-mail, despite my computer reminding me every time I got one.
I call red. It's not my favorite color, but it fits my digimon's color a bit more.
So... it'll just be oneish posts before the thing actually starts, right? I can handle that, it just won't be easy.
Alright, I guess... would you mind if I waited until the two of you got to where you get your digimon, and just make a catch-up post when that happens?
So... Kabling, ready to post?
Yeah, I know, but if you forget anything in Dark Souls after reloading a save file, I'm certain, given the reputation that game has, frustration would occur.
Anyways, if you people don't mind theme music, well...
'In the Grey'
For any area affected by that grey stuff that the cave is coated in.
"Actually, Dorisma, I'd kind of like a short rest before we continue on. My magical energies feel a little depleted, and we can't really continue fighting these things without magic, can we?" I say to Dorisma before finding a good spot, and sitting down for a while. Backstabs was on the lookout for more zombies, though, I kept my eye on her given her history as well as her name. That short rest seemed to give me all of my energy back, which was certainly preferable. "Alright, NOW I'm ready to go on," I then say as I head down the path, finding an open and empty treasure chest, as well as a couple piles of dust with some old shoes, and ragged clothing which made me think that these used to be goblins. The path seemed to split after the treasure chest, though, it did so at an angle which made it resemble the letter 'Y' more than the letter 'T'. I waited for the rest of my team until Backstabs suddenly comments out of nowhere "I can't believe that this used to be my home... that THIS used to be the most prosperous goblin village on the continent. Whatever's making this dust... to reduce an entire village to no more than, well, dust, I guess, they're certainly powerful. Hey, Robert, mind if we continue down the path to the right? That's where I used to live," after my initial surprise, I look towards my other teammates, wondering which way they wanted to head. I, personally had nothing against visiting Backstab's home, even if there's no chance of it having survived... whatever hit this place, but the others probably either didn't trust her, or just wanted to see what was on the left path. Good adventurers head left... I wonder, though, do we qualify as adventurers? Yeah, I'm sure we do, I mean, sure we're not human, but we've already been through plenty, at least, enough to be considered beginning adventurers I think, later asking "So... what do you think? Should we head left, or right? I'd prefer to head right, where Backstabs' lived, I mean, she's probably worried sick of whoever's left in there, and rightfully so,"
And that wouldn't backfire horrendously and kill him? Yeesh. Anyways, next time we find a potion, we should probably heal my injury. My max HP starting this RP was 15, and now it's 13. Said injury has already nearly killed me, so, something to think about.
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