Psyker Landshark
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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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Or people could just take things in stride and not be offended at the slightest provocation. That'd be cool too.
I'm still rather infuriated that the Battle Frontier isn't in the game. Honestly, I'm pretty mad that every Pokemon game seems to go one step forward and two steps backwards in terms of content. Seriously, if you're going to introduce cool new features (Pokemon walking behind you, Trainer customization), at least keep them in the next games in the series. Who wants to bet that we're not getting DexNavi in any other game now?
Everything else is fine, though.
Everything else is fine, though.
Also edited. That any better?
derperinos. Keeping that in mind for future posts.
Anyways, need sleep. Night.
Anyways, need sleep. Night.
Giving a startled yelp as Catherine literally dragged her to cut in the pizza line, Helena gave her friend an irritated frown as she released the blond.
"Every time..." Helena muttered under her breath in exasperation. "Every damn time this happens, she drags me in for pizza. It's not even good pizza..." She grumbled, stewing over the fact that she could make a better pizza than this fast food shit given that she had the ingredients.
"No sight of our comrades, and so many enemies behind us.. We should embrace for comfort." Catherine said as she snuggled up against Helena, to which Helena could only respond with a shake of her head.
"Maybe later. After all, you do need a free hand to grab your pizza, you know." She said, trying whatever tactic she could to get the girl off of her. Fortunately, it seemed that Catherine's desire for food won out, and Helena was free to walk with her to the table relatively unmolested. Sitting down next to Catherine, Helena took a bite of her pizza as she raised a hand, waving at the rest of the group in greeting before pulling out her laptop to put next to her plate on the table. As the laptop loaded back up, Helena activated her Xeno, diving her body into three copies: one for socializing, one for eating, and one for getting a few quick games of Hearthstone in. They sat next to each other on the bench, with the body designated for socializing closest to the rest of the group.
"So..." The first Helena turned to Aalis. "You down to play some games later? Street Fighter, maybe?" She asked casually. Really, Helena thought she should know better than to split while Catherine was around, given that she'd probably get some harassment, but the thought of not efficiently multitasking whenever she could was just unbearable to her.
"Every time..." Helena muttered under her breath in exasperation. "Every damn time this happens, she drags me in for pizza. It's not even good pizza..." She grumbled, stewing over the fact that she could make a better pizza than this fast food shit given that she had the ingredients.
"No sight of our comrades, and so many enemies behind us.. We should embrace for comfort." Catherine said as she snuggled up against Helena, to which Helena could only respond with a shake of her head.
"Maybe later. After all, you do need a free hand to grab your pizza, you know." She said, trying whatever tactic she could to get the girl off of her. Fortunately, it seemed that Catherine's desire for food won out, and Helena was free to walk with her to the table relatively unmolested. Sitting down next to Catherine, Helena took a bite of her pizza as she raised a hand, waving at the rest of the group in greeting before pulling out her laptop to put next to her plate on the table. As the laptop loaded back up, Helena activated her Xeno, diving her body into three copies: one for socializing, one for eating, and one for getting a few quick games of Hearthstone in. They sat next to each other on the bench, with the body designated for socializing closest to the rest of the group.
"So..." The first Helena turned to Aalis. "You down to play some games later? Street Fighter, maybe?" She asked casually. Really, Helena thought she should know better than to split while Catherine was around, given that she'd probably get some harassment, but the thought of not efficiently multitasking whenever she could was just unbearable to her.
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.
____________
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.
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