Psyker Landshark
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STATUS: As a GM, I hate all my players in particular 3 mos ago
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As a GM, I hate all my players in particular
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joining the war on smoking, on the side of smoking
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as a patreon reward I will read your least favorite person's handmade custom tabletop RPG homebrew and ask them why they didn't just run it in 5e instead
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I started RP before double digit age but you couldn't have gotten an admission I was under 18 under threat of death. Kids just casually admiting it online now is wild.
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the whole subway's mine for the slammin'
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Posted. The colored Kings can expect a PM in the same chat as before.
Gleeful Jackal - Blue King
Grinning as Unrelenting Jukebox took his leave, the Blue King turned back to watch the last of the Fanged Rangers get cut down by an Ebon Stryker. In fact, the same Ebon Stryker that he'd seen fight Corpse Collector a month ago. Interesting. And yet, the rampaging Dissolutions did nothing to harm Arms Slave, or any of the Ebon Strykers.
"...Oh, come on." He groaned, slamming a palm into his face as he turned to leave, the battle over. "You've got to be joking." He muttered under his breath as he started making his way back to the Blue City, sending a guild-wide message as he did so.
"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, bad news. I don't care if you're about to start ganking, but I'm calling off the attack." Gleeful Jackal paused for a moment to allow his guildies a second to bitch and moan to themselves, as he assumed them would. "Now that you're done bitching, let me explain why. I just watched some Ebon Strykers hit the Fanged Rangers, and you wanna know something cool? They've got Dissolutions under their control that attack everyone else but them. That's right, those assholes are hacking. We're not going to win a direct assault by ourselves. All units pull out of the Black City right the hell now and get back to the guild hall. Bunker down and keep the war machines ready. We're definitely going to have to start working with the other guilds at this point."
The instant that Gleeful Jackal made it back to the guild hall, he started composing a PM to each of the other colored Kings, using the same chat as before.
Grinning as Unrelenting Jukebox took his leave, the Blue King turned back to watch the last of the Fanged Rangers get cut down by an Ebon Stryker. In fact, the same Ebon Stryker that he'd seen fight Corpse Collector a month ago. Interesting. And yet, the rampaging Dissolutions did nothing to harm Arms Slave, or any of the Ebon Strykers.
"...Oh, come on." He groaned, slamming a palm into his face as he turned to leave, the battle over. "You've got to be joking." He muttered under his breath as he started making his way back to the Blue City, sending a guild-wide message as he did so.
"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, bad news. I don't care if you're about to start ganking, but I'm calling off the attack." Gleeful Jackal paused for a moment to allow his guildies a second to bitch and moan to themselves, as he assumed them would. "Now that you're done bitching, let me explain why. I just watched some Ebon Strykers hit the Fanged Rangers, and you wanna know something cool? They've got Dissolutions under their control that attack everyone else but them. That's right, those assholes are hacking. We're not going to win a direct assault by ourselves. All units pull out of the Black City right the hell now and get back to the guild hall. Bunker down and keep the war machines ready. We're definitely going to have to start working with the other guilds at this point."
The instant that Gleeful Jackal made it back to the guild hall, he started composing a PM to each of the other colored Kings, using the same chat as before.
I'm going to be back at a computer in about an hour and a half to do a quick post. Out getting stuff.
God, Helena hated English Literature. Other subjects like math, science, or hell, even history all had something worth learning. Meanwhile, in English Literature, she was stuck analzying some idiot's poem for symbolism and meaning and whatnot. Or, she would be if it weren't for her laptop. Instead of actually reading the assignment like Professor Waldstein wanted, Helena was busy doing something else she deemed worthwhile, namely writing up more code for a program she was working on. Or she had been, until she'd typed in the last line of code a second ago. After she hit compile, she realized that there would be literally nothing to do for the rest of the duration of the class. And probably even longer. Bloody C++ complied so damned slowly.
Sighing, Helena opened up the games library on her laptop, browsing through what she wanted to play. Any RTS was out, given that the amount of clicking required would attract too much attention from the professor. Well, if she wanted to kill time, there was always Civilization...nah, there was barely any time in class left. She probably wouldn't even be able to get a game set up and load in before the bell rang. Honestly, it was too bad that no one from her friend group was in this class with her. Messing with any of them would have been more entertaining than being forced to occupy herself for an hour and a half. Oh, well. At least some of them were in her next class. Plus, lunch was right after this.
~Ringidingring~
And speaking of lunch, there was the bell. With a slight smile at finally getting out of this poetry-induced hell, Helena stuffed her laptop back into her bag and dashed out of class, heading straight to the cafeteria. And when she arrived just outside of it, Helena gave a wry smirk as she saw a certain molesting bluenette just about to enter.
"Catherine." She said, walking up to her...friend? Sexual offender? Both? Eh, who knew. "No molestation in public, alright?"
Sighing, Helena opened up the games library on her laptop, browsing through what she wanted to play. Any RTS was out, given that the amount of clicking required would attract too much attention from the professor. Well, if she wanted to kill time, there was always Civilization...nah, there was barely any time in class left. She probably wouldn't even be able to get a game set up and load in before the bell rang. Honestly, it was too bad that no one from her friend group was in this class with her. Messing with any of them would have been more entertaining than being forced to occupy herself for an hour and a half. Oh, well. At least some of them were in her next class. Plus, lunch was right after this.
~Ringidingring~
And speaking of lunch, there was the bell. With a slight smile at finally getting out of this poetry-induced hell, Helena stuffed her laptop back into her bag and dashed out of class, heading straight to the cafeteria. And when she arrived just outside of it, Helena gave a wry smirk as she saw a certain molesting bluenette just about to enter.
"Catherine." She said, walking up to her...friend? Sexual offender? Both? Eh, who knew. "No molestation in public, alright?"
I mean, I'm willing to have Blue fight Arms Slave. The funny thing is that they're pretty similar in just wanting to cause havoc for shits and giggles.
TheWindel said
I do believe Psyker has posted in the wrong section.
Oh dear god I am retard. But yeah, how much time has passed IC since the Green City got rekt?
((I'm an idiot, ignore this))
Getting a post up soon.
mfw I'm just about to go to bed
Fuck it, I'll post in the day.
Fuck it, I'll post in the day.
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