Stekkmen
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STATUS: Taking a pretty permanent hiatus. Thanks for all the stories! 4 yrs ago
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Taking a pretty permanent hiatus. Thanks for all the stories!
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4 yrs ago
Feelin' pretty fine, feelin' pretty sharp.
5 yrs ago
Blizzard Entertainment supports the tyrannical government of China. Blizzard Entertainment ends the careers of those who dare dissent against their chinese overlords. And they're not the only ones...
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5 yrs ago
Got to get back into the swing of the things
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5 yrs ago
In other news, Republicans in Oregon have laid siege to the state capital, shutting down the democratic process. They have the support of right-wing militia groups who have shot at police before.
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I've been on and off this website for six years now. Right now I've only barely got time for one RP, and even then I mess that up. Trying to be more consistent and online more often, because I really do enjoy online roleplaying. Hopefully, one day I'll be able to write as much as I used too. Until then, I shall brood gloomily in the shadows.
Life goes on! Hobbies change and so do schedules. I hate ghosts, so I'm trying to put myself to rest as best I can with a status and bio officially marking my departure. If I'm going to do any writing, it's going to be working on that book I always wanted to finish.
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what does that have to do with being a military g e n i u s ?
what do you mean? you have a military genius already
The Centurion saw the hooded figure and made his way over to them. They were sleeping on a hammock of some kind. The armored man approached and picked up an item, examining it carefully. Looked like some kind of potion for sale? He gently placed the object back onto the wooden table.
"Greetings! I am-" The Centurion began, before he was interrupted by the dragon turtle beasts roar. It seemed his new bestial ally was preparing forb battle against the strange creatures ahead. But before this could concur, it was the Centurion's responsibility to keep all innocent bystanders away from the conflict.
He turned around to watch Bowser finish his roar, after which he once again faced the hooded being. Micheal De Santa and Blasermate had mounted the alleged King, which was an interesting tactic.
"Greetings!" As if nothing had happened, "I am Centurion Agoston. Merchant, I suggest you clear the area, for there will be conflict here soon. My compatriots and I intend to free this land of tyranny, and fully intend on using violence to do so. I am hereby warning you that if you remain this close to the combat zone, you or your goods may end up being collateral damage. I'll not force you to leave, of course, but I'd certainly recommend it."
Squinting over at the path before him, Centurion considered his chances. Some of the enemies didn't even have arms. Truly, they were pathetic creatures. Short work would be made of them. In the meantime he waited for the hooded figure to give some kind of response before continuing onto the battle he was very much interested in beginning or participating in.
"Greetings! I am-" The Centurion began, before he was interrupted by the dragon turtle beasts roar. It seemed his new bestial ally was preparing forb battle against the strange creatures ahead. But before this could concur, it was the Centurion's responsibility to keep all innocent bystanders away from the conflict.
He turned around to watch Bowser finish his roar, after which he once again faced the hooded being. Micheal De Santa and Blasermate had mounted the alleged King, which was an interesting tactic.
"Greetings!" As if nothing had happened, "I am Centurion Agoston. Merchant, I suggest you clear the area, for there will be conflict here soon. My compatriots and I intend to free this land of tyranny, and fully intend on using violence to do so. I am hereby warning you that if you remain this close to the combat zone, you or your goods may end up being collateral damage. I'll not force you to leave, of course, but I'd certainly recommend it."
Squinting over at the path before him, Centurion considered his chances. Some of the enemies didn't even have arms. Truly, they were pathetic creatures. Short work would be made of them. In the meantime he waited for the hooded figure to give some kind of response before continuing onto the battle he was very much interested in beginning or participating in.
@DracoLunaris yeah something like that. maybe a list or something, too.
just so we can quickly get the information of who is going where instead of having to find it again woven into the post, and remembering.
We got Courier in the valley, Bowser in the mario part so far, right?
just so we can quickly get the information of who is going where instead of having to find it again woven into the post, and remembering.
We got Courier in the valley, Bowser in the mario part so far, right?
we should make it easier to keep track of which character is going where.
@DC The Dragon objectively false
just call me chadturion
The Centurion rubbed the chin of his helmet once again, pondering the strange man's words. "Very well. I accept your surrender." The man seemed to want be called Zer0, a curious name, indeed, but it was good enough. Easy to say, unlike some of the bizarre names of the Samurai. Why couldn't they have nice, simple, easy to say names, like Magnumus Agoston?
Centurion did indeed glance over towards the indicated expanse. There was a man in black, the Hunter, walking over to it right now. But Centurion was more focused on the beautiful terrain before him. Almost as beautiful as the Empire.
"It's beautiful, indeed. Travelling to that castle does seem wise. Perhaps we can parley with the Lord of this land. Do not worry, whoever they are, they will recognize an offical representative of the Southern Empire." He said confidently. Magnumus had not quite thought too hard about how he got here. It was magic, or something. Now he was in crazy world. He was still in his armor, still had his blade, and he still had his unflinching faith in God and loyalty to the Empire. What more could he need? This was all just new lands to conquer and explore.
Ah, yes, but Magnumus realized the missing piece of the puzzle. A few people around him were beginning to notice it, and now he was too. There was two suns. The normal sun, and then a much more intimidating, sinister looking sun. Yes, indeed, that looked like pagan evil if the Centurion had ever seen it. And he had! Much more powerful than anything he had ever seen before. The most he had seen it do was grant the Viking Berserkers and Shamans great fury, strength, and immunity to pain. Or gave the Shinobi the ability to go invisible to the untrained eye. But this...was this connected to the light that had consumed him? Perhaps it was much more evil than even his normal enemies. It did not matter! The Centurion would destroy the evil being with a little help from these newfound allies.
"Well! I reckon if we are to begin exploring this new land, we should get to know each other first. I am Centurion Agoston, Leader of Legions, the Light of Valkenheim, the Fire That Purges, and the finest among the Emperor's Champions!" He literally flexed his muscles triumphantly, listing off his accolades proudly. He glanced over at some of the people who had mentioned there names.
"Let's see we've got...uh, 'Death'. Bit of a simple title, but no judgement here." He looked over the Courier. "Glad to see you've come to your sense! Caesar's Legion is lame, my legion is far superior. My armor is made of steel, not tin, by the way."
He kept looking. There was a talking wooden puppet named Geno, the big dragon man, the armored woman Blazermate (it was very tight armor, how did she even fit into it?) and a few others. Like Tora, the annoying birdman. There was also just a man in a blue shirt who looked astoundingly normal. A woman who called herself Linkle was one of the first to come to the conclusion about the evil light.
"Do not worry, ma'am," He said to Linkle, "The light of the Empire shines brighter than any false god."
"We can get to know each other as we continue towards that castle!" He pointed his gladius, gleaming in the sun, towards the far off objective. "Onwards, friends. Glory awaits!"
With that, he began marching towards the Mushroom Kingdom's main castle. He had a quick pace about him but he was not trying to outrun his new allies.
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619 words.
Centurion did indeed glance over towards the indicated expanse. There was a man in black, the Hunter, walking over to it right now. But Centurion was more focused on the beautiful terrain before him. Almost as beautiful as the Empire.
"It's beautiful, indeed. Travelling to that castle does seem wise. Perhaps we can parley with the Lord of this land. Do not worry, whoever they are, they will recognize an offical representative of the Southern Empire." He said confidently. Magnumus had not quite thought too hard about how he got here. It was magic, or something. Now he was in crazy world. He was still in his armor, still had his blade, and he still had his unflinching faith in God and loyalty to the Empire. What more could he need? This was all just new lands to conquer and explore.
Ah, yes, but Magnumus realized the missing piece of the puzzle. A few people around him were beginning to notice it, and now he was too. There was two suns. The normal sun, and then a much more intimidating, sinister looking sun. Yes, indeed, that looked like pagan evil if the Centurion had ever seen it. And he had! Much more powerful than anything he had ever seen before. The most he had seen it do was grant the Viking Berserkers and Shamans great fury, strength, and immunity to pain. Or gave the Shinobi the ability to go invisible to the untrained eye. But this...was this connected to the light that had consumed him? Perhaps it was much more evil than even his normal enemies. It did not matter! The Centurion would destroy the evil being with a little help from these newfound allies.
"Well! I reckon if we are to begin exploring this new land, we should get to know each other first. I am Centurion Agoston, Leader of Legions, the Light of Valkenheim, the Fire That Purges, and the finest among the Emperor's Champions!" He literally flexed his muscles triumphantly, listing off his accolades proudly. He glanced over at some of the people who had mentioned there names.
"Let's see we've got...uh, 'Death'. Bit of a simple title, but no judgement here." He looked over the Courier. "Glad to see you've come to your sense! Caesar's Legion is lame, my legion is far superior. My armor is made of steel, not tin, by the way."
He kept looking. There was a talking wooden puppet named Geno, the big dragon man, the armored woman Blazermate (it was very tight armor, how did she even fit into it?) and a few others. Like Tora, the annoying birdman. There was also just a man in a blue shirt who looked astoundingly normal. A woman who called herself Linkle was one of the first to come to the conclusion about the evil light.
"Do not worry, ma'am," He said to Linkle, "The light of the Empire shines brighter than any false god."
"We can get to know each other as we continue towards that castle!" He pointed his gladius, gleaming in the sun, towards the far off objective. "Onwards, friends. Glory awaits!"
With that, he began marching towards the Mushroom Kingdom's main castle. He had a quick pace about him but he was not trying to outrun his new allies.
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619 words.
waaah
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