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Mae
Jensoman "Floor." Paulie looked down, as if expecting Jenso to obey like a dog. "Hope you're used to stone."
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I still like to come by and leave a flower here sometimes.
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3 yrs ago
Hey remember when this site didn't have 3 tabs in the IC threads? Crazy.
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5 yrs ago
I feel like Myriad Reality is somehow the secret glue holding this entire site together
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6 yrs ago
People like to nudge aside the fact that there's a level of commitment to hosting, and joining an RP. The majority of players don't have it in either case, regardless of how interesting an idea is.
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6 yrs ago
I've been gone so long that I forgot what the status bar was like. It's like coming back to an old apartment, except it's not an apartment anymore, it's just two walls and a lot of heroine addicts.
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Nihilist, but like, the cool type of nihilist, you know?
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The man sighed, eased up and walked back over to his bed. "Glad you're seeing it my way. I'm going to make sure you leave the tundra myself tomorrow, so don't be thinking you're going to pull the snow over my eyes... Agh.. No pun intended... Name's Paulie, by the by."
"Well, that's just too bad. I'm not letting you go anywhere near the fucking fortress, kid," The man insisted, standing up and bearing down on Jenso with a powerful presence. He was only slightly taller then Jenso, but his scruffy stubble and painfully dark eyes made him look a lot bigger than he actually was. "You're going home."
"Clean the gunk outta' your ears, ass-hat. You're not going anywhere until the storm passes, and I'm taking you away from Pharie, not towards it."
"Dress it up however you'd like, it was idiotic- No pun intended," The man cut in as soon as he could and ruffled his hair. He glared at Jenso for a moment and scoffed. "Golems have been in Pharie since I first started living here. Only thing I know is that they're extremely hostile. It's how I got this scar-" The man lifted his shirt and revealed a large web-like scar that tore across his right side from shoulder to waist. "They almost froze me to death, and I know for a fact that they'll freeze your ass in a heartbeat. I aint sending somebody to their death," He insisted, "I'm not showing you anything."
"Well. You're awfully blunt, aint-ya?" The man coughed aloud and turned a corner, leading him and Jenso into a small room with a staircase on the other end, a small kitchen in the left nook, and a bed in the right, surrounded by 5 smaller piles of fluffy material. "You expect me to believe that some crazy-haired idiot, one who was stupid enough to travel north without a shirt, is earnestly-" He paused, shook his head and stumbled towards his bed where he sat down. "Buddy, are you messed up? You know what's up in Pharie Fortress, right?"
The man lead Jenso into a tunnel that eventually split two ways. Down one path, the smell of cold meat was flowing towards Jenso. The warbly birds headed towards the smell happily, but the cave's apparent owner turned down the other tunnel. "You gunna keep following me??" He suddenly growled, still looking forward.
The man waved Jenso's apology away shamelessly. "It's fine, whatever," He grunted, "You wouldn't be the first to fall down here," The man turned to watch his pets run off after Jenso questioned them and shrugged. "Hell if I know. I call em Warbly-birds, though. Doubt many others have seen them, since they live so far into the tundras, so I guess that their official label! Warbly birds.. Ahaha.." He turned away from Jenso completely and headed after the birds on his own, as quickly as he could manage.
I shall post within the next few days.
Whimsley seems caught up with his life atm. I'm sure he'll be back once whatever he's dealing with smooths over.
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