Raxacoricofallapatorius

The Armies of Spam: A Medieval Fantasy Spamfic [Interest Check]

Name: Clirkus of Pickleberg
Affiliation: Börsegeld, I have an affinity for the north
Special Trait: Soulful violin player/storyteller. Soulful.
Names of Towns: Surda, Halmar, Tihr, Uxhal, Praven
Prose/Verse: Haiku but for srs I'm not good at this poetry thing so I guess it's up to you.

Return the Slab or Suffer My Curse

Objection!

Where do you get these lovely Objections?

rpg101 said
HOLY BALLS I DIDN'T KNOW IT WOULD BE THAT LOUD WITH THESE HEADPHONES.

There's sound?
*unmutes speakers*

Oh, so there is.

Fighting mainstream by computer light

Darog the Badger God said
You would clearly need better friends.

Your grammar is confusing me.

Also

Where do you get these lovely Objections?

Objection!

Fighting mainstream by computer light

I could be friends with that man.

Darkstar (Fantasy/Sci-Fi)

Well that's a bummer then.

Darkstar (Fantasy/Sci-Fi)

Question 1: Are you still accepting players?

Question 2: If the answer to question 1 is yes, can I get a summary of events up to this point?

My roommate: Let's call her "Henry"

Fun fact: not drinking (regular) water will age you more quickly.

At the rate she drinks soda she'll soon be old enough to drink water, according to her logic.

nope nope nope nope

Derpestein said
The most I can do is spin my thumb around and even then it doesn't stay there.

Larfleeze said
I can make my thumbs click if I move them in a certain way, I used to do it to weird everyone out when I was babby Larfleeze.

Hank said
That's cool. I can dislocate my middle finger and pop it back in, which makes for a mediocre party trick, but this has actual utility. Sort of.

Well I can lick my elbow.