Psyker Landshark
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As a GM, I hate all my players in particular
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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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Starting the post now. Sorry, was busy this weekend.
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TheWindel said
Yes....yes...yes! It's all going according to plan....
orly?
Sam Jensen
Minutes after waking up, Sam was already linked into the World Interface, browsing the school forums while checking his messages at the same time. But like anyone else this morning, his attention was immediately called to a certain message sent by a certain masked asshole.
"Oh, no fucking way." Sam laughed as he read the Masked Man, or rather, Silver Jester's message. "He's trying to pin the murders on Mikey?" The teenage boy shook his head as he stood up to make himself a cup of coffee. "That kid's literally the opposite of Blackie." And even if he wasn't, just the appearance of the Masked Man on that one night a month ago was still enough to make Sam know that the guy was lying out of his ass. The masked asshole had been fixated on Gleeful Jackal even being in-game at all, and from what he'd known at the time, both the Black and Yellow Kings had been logged into Deep Ground that night as well, despite the server issues. After a month of thinking it over, the only conclusion that Sam could come to was that all the Kings that weren't logged into the game that night had been killed. Naturally, that made what Silver Jester was saying impossible.
Still, there were probably some people gullible enough to fall for this bait. Shaking his head as he dumped an excessive amount of sugar into his coffee, Sam chuckled ruefully. Michael probably wasn't making it through the day without getting his ass kicked by an angry mob of idiots. But that wasn't his business. Even if he'd interjected, in the real world, he was just another slacking asshole. Outside of Deep Ground, he didn't have Gleeful Jackal's blistering speed to cut his enemies down with.
Sipping at his coffee, Sam opened his other important message, which turned out to be a PM from Michael himself, sent to every Colored King, asking to meet in the old school gym. Well, then. Michael was a straightforward enough guy that this probably wasn't a trap. Probably. Still, even if it was, telling everyone that the King-killer was in the old school gym would be enough to get an angry mob there in minutes. Throwing on a hoodie and jeans, Sam stepped out of his dorm and started making his way over to the old gym.
"Wait a minute...what the fuck?" Sam muttered to himself as he read over the sender line again while he was walking. Stuffed Rabbit hadn't been sent a message. What the hell was this supposed to mean? Was the Red King in on this? Did she already know that Michael wasn't the Black King? Of course, the obvious answer was that Michael was the Red King, but that was retarded. No one had ever heard of a student having an Avatar of the opposite gender as themself, after all. Then again, maybe there was something else to this. Michael could be the Red King's boyfriend or something. Of course, if the guy was single, Sam was back to square one. Shaking his head, Sam cleared his mind of idle speculation and kept walking towards the gym. He could get more answers once Michael actually started talking.
As he approached the old gym, Sam slowed his pace for a moment, pulling his phone out to type a quick message to put on the school forums.
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Subject: MICHAEL FAYE IN THE OLD GYM
Poster: Gleeful Jackal
So the King-killer's in the old gym right now. Anyone who wants to a piece of this guy, get over here.
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Sam finished typing the post, but didn't actually put it up on the forum. Instead, he stuffed his phone back into his pocket, still clutching it while it was put away. If Michael or anyone else tried anything, all he had to do was send the message and stall for a few minutes. With Gleeful Jackal's cocky grin on his lips, Sam strode into the old gym.
Minutes after waking up, Sam was already linked into the World Interface, browsing the school forums while checking his messages at the same time. But like anyone else this morning, his attention was immediately called to a certain message sent by a certain masked asshole.
"Oh, no fucking way." Sam laughed as he read the Masked Man, or rather, Silver Jester's message. "He's trying to pin the murders on Mikey?" The teenage boy shook his head as he stood up to make himself a cup of coffee. "That kid's literally the opposite of Blackie." And even if he wasn't, just the appearance of the Masked Man on that one night a month ago was still enough to make Sam know that the guy was lying out of his ass. The masked asshole had been fixated on Gleeful Jackal even being in-game at all, and from what he'd known at the time, both the Black and Yellow Kings had been logged into Deep Ground that night as well, despite the server issues. After a month of thinking it over, the only conclusion that Sam could come to was that all the Kings that weren't logged into the game that night had been killed. Naturally, that made what Silver Jester was saying impossible.
Still, there were probably some people gullible enough to fall for this bait. Shaking his head as he dumped an excessive amount of sugar into his coffee, Sam chuckled ruefully. Michael probably wasn't making it through the day without getting his ass kicked by an angry mob of idiots. But that wasn't his business. Even if he'd interjected, in the real world, he was just another slacking asshole. Outside of Deep Ground, he didn't have Gleeful Jackal's blistering speed to cut his enemies down with.
Sipping at his coffee, Sam opened his other important message, which turned out to be a PM from Michael himself, sent to every Colored King, asking to meet in the old school gym. Well, then. Michael was a straightforward enough guy that this probably wasn't a trap. Probably. Still, even if it was, telling everyone that the King-killer was in the old school gym would be enough to get an angry mob there in minutes. Throwing on a hoodie and jeans, Sam stepped out of his dorm and started making his way over to the old gym.
"Wait a minute...what the fuck?" Sam muttered to himself as he read over the sender line again while he was walking. Stuffed Rabbit hadn't been sent a message. What the hell was this supposed to mean? Was the Red King in on this? Did she already know that Michael wasn't the Black King? Of course, the obvious answer was that Michael was the Red King, but that was retarded. No one had ever heard of a student having an Avatar of the opposite gender as themself, after all. Then again, maybe there was something else to this. Michael could be the Red King's boyfriend or something. Of course, if the guy was single, Sam was back to square one. Shaking his head, Sam cleared his mind of idle speculation and kept walking towards the gym. He could get more answers once Michael actually started talking.
As he approached the old gym, Sam slowed his pace for a moment, pulling his phone out to type a quick message to put on the school forums.
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Subject: MICHAEL FAYE IN THE OLD GYM
Poster: Gleeful Jackal
So the King-killer's in the old gym right now. Anyone who wants to a piece of this guy, get over here.
____________
Sam finished typing the post, but didn't actually put it up on the forum. Instead, he stuffed his phone back into his pocket, still clutching it while it was put away. If Michael or anyone else tried anything, all he had to do was send the message and stall for a few minutes. With Gleeful Jackal's cocky grin on his lips, Sam strode into the old gym.
Holy shit, I'm gone for a day and so much stuff happens.
is Rodey kill
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?"
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