That was just an honest mistake, anyone could have done it, I propose not me
Phil.
You gon' get sacrificed so goooooood.
The Irish Tree Member
Hot-Blooded Loser
STATUS: @SaltSight Game was Astlibra: Revision. Found it on sale bundled with another game I've been wanting so I gave it a shot and got like, straight indie JRPG of the early 2000s injected into my veins. 3 yrs ago
- Last Seen: 2 days ago
- Joined: 12 yrs ago
- Posts: 5591 (1.23 / day)
- VMs: 5
-
Username history
- The Irish Tree 12 yrs ago
-
Latest 10 profile visitors:
-
Most recent →
Professor Birch,
O O,
abcbcb,
Not a Sayan,
ppppppp,
Lunamaria Hawke,
Neziul,
pppp,
flat lovenote,
abc
Status
Recent Statuses
3 yrs ago
Current
@SaltSight Game was Astlibra: Revision. Found it on sale bundled with another game I've been wanting so I gave it a shot and got like, straight indie JRPG of the early 2000s injected into my veins.
3
likes
3 yrs ago
Hate that strange ennui that hits after 100%'ing a really, really good game. Good time was had, but man am I glad it can't mess my sleep schedule up anymore.
6
likes
4 yrs ago
Rich people blood sports is how the Oscar's should always have gone. As a hot blooded american man I cant sleep at night without witnessing violence of some kind.
3
likes
5 yrs ago
So true. Anyways, play Lancer!
5 yrs ago
Final Fantasy: Stranger in Paradise is the funniest shit I've ever seen while also not being a bad game. Just crack open some cold ones with the boys, blare Limp Bizket, and Kill Chaos.
Bio
No longer an asshole!
Most Recent Posts
Phil.
You gon' get sacrificed so goooooood.
"...I see...this guy must be able to read me like a book. A Sacred Gear? No...he doesn't...smell quite right. Something's weird about him." Creighton thought as he listened to Zeke speak, wondering just what his intentions were; not like there were many sane demons who'd just let a stray wander about near their family. He was definitely expecting a fight, so the idea that the leader of the bunch was just so...inviting was off putting. He hadn't had anyone really talk to him nicely in a while. Manners were a wonderful thing to be reminded of, especially after basically bumming it in the wild for a couple years. Placing his hands in his coat pockets, Creighton followed along behind Zeke, having absolutely no intention of harming him unless someone else made the first move.
Walking into the area around the campfire, Creighton payed little regard to the red-headed guy's threat, only saying: "Nice stick, by the way. Best Sacred Gear I've ever seen." before he took a seat not on one of the logs, but next to the one that had the sleeping chick. Seemed like she had a spare bag of marshmallows anyways. Not even bothering to acknowledge that she looked like someone cosplaying a foxchick, Creighton ignored the obvious stares of suspicion from anybody around him. "I can wait my turn, Mr. Fauxmory." he stated, the rats on his coat all staring at the bags of marshmallows curiously. Hasn't been a while since Creighton had a chance to restock on crackers either. Obeying his command to stay, they remained on his back, though most of their individual eyes were all visible, staring at Yuriha's marshmallow bags in the way that is not covered by the double entendre.
Walking into the area around the campfire, Creighton payed little regard to the red-headed guy's threat, only saying: "Nice stick, by the way. Best Sacred Gear I've ever seen." before he took a seat not on one of the logs, but next to the one that had the sleeping chick. Seemed like she had a spare bag of marshmallows anyways. Not even bothering to acknowledge that she looked like someone cosplaying a foxchick, Creighton ignored the obvious stares of suspicion from anybody around him. "I can wait my turn, Mr. Fauxmory." he stated, the rats on his coat all staring at the bags of marshmallows curiously. Hasn't been a while since Creighton had a chance to restock on crackers either. Obeying his command to stay, they remained on his back, though most of their individual eyes were all visible, staring at Yuriha's marshmallow bags in the way that is not covered by the double entendre.
Creighton listened to the man speak, his eyes tracking his every motion, looking for some kind of tell. Even if he was a demon, he couldn't trust them. Strays were considered dangerous, and if anybody else had found him, they likely would have all rushed him at the same time. Something was...odd about this guy. Part of the Gremory family? Something about his story was fishy. Definitely suspicious. Creighton glared at him for a moment as he started asking about how he became a stray. Before he could tell him to mind his own business, the man focused on what was the actual truth, all without Creighton saying a word to him about how Hildebrand met her end.
Sighing as the man offered, Creighton held his stomach. He hadn't gotten a good meal in a week, just berries and small native animals. It was hard to try and hunt something big; he didn't want to leave a massive blood trail leading to his little outpost. Begrudgingly, he says: "I'd love to stay the night, but that's where I draw the line. I don't need other people trying to protect me from something I'm hunting anyways. I'm Creighton."
At his greeting, the two rats look at each other and nod, before separating back into their many pieces and scrambled up Creighton's legs and coat, resting behind his neck as a large bundle that blended in as a giant mass of brown fur once more. Putting his hands in his pockets, he asked: "So, Mr. Gremory, mind telling me how you seem to know so much about me? I don't recall telling you about my master at all...for all you know, I'm just a stray on a killing spree."
Sighing as the man offered, Creighton held his stomach. He hadn't gotten a good meal in a week, just berries and small native animals. It was hard to try and hunt something big; he didn't want to leave a massive blood trail leading to his little outpost. Begrudgingly, he says: "I'd love to stay the night, but that's where I draw the line. I don't need other people trying to protect me from something I'm hunting anyways. I'm Creighton."
At his greeting, the two rats look at each other and nod, before separating back into their many pieces and scrambled up Creighton's legs and coat, resting behind his neck as a large bundle that blended in as a giant mass of brown fur once more. Putting his hands in his pockets, he asked: "So, Mr. Gremory, mind telling me how you seem to know so much about me? I don't recall telling you about my master at all...for all you know, I'm just a stray on a killing spree."
Is everyone okay?
DO I NEED TO BRING OUT THE POTATO GOLEMS?
DO I NEED TO BRING OUT THE POTATO GOLEMS?
@KoL
Boy howdy if I could accesss my gif folder...
Boy howdy if I could accesss my gif folder...
<Snipped quote by The Irish Tree>
And then we use mouse ones...
ITS NOT THE SAME!
Continuing to run along, Creighton started to wonder if it was even a good idea to charge straight towards the campfire. For all he knew, they were just some dumb campers out in the middle of the mountains...but then again, there were tons of better places to camp out. A lot of which DIDN'T have a barrier around it. Just as he stopped to let his rats catch up, he wondered if he could send a few small ones out to spy, see if the campers posed a threat...or had any food they wouldn't miss. He'd run out of his favorite crackers two days ago, and ever since he's been having the craving for more.
Suddenly, he stopped...someone was coming close. A man who looked to be in his early-to-mid 20s with black hair in a ponytail had approached him. Cautiously, Creighton stared at him with his luminous eyes, before he looked to his side and the other two rats moved back a foot or two. Walking forward slightly, he entered his glyph again and regained his normal form. Staring at the man appraisingly for a moment, he says: "I take it you're not just a camper then...and you definitely smell like a demon. What family are you from?"
The two Giant Rats waited behind him, watching Zeke cautiously, as if waiting for him to move a muscle to harm their master.
Suddenly, he stopped...someone was coming close. A man who looked to be in his early-to-mid 20s with black hair in a ponytail had approached him. Cautiously, Creighton stared at him with his luminous eyes, before he looked to his side and the other two rats moved back a foot or two. Walking forward slightly, he entered his glyph again and regained his normal form. Staring at the man appraisingly for a moment, he says: "I take it you're not just a camper then...and you definitely smell like a demon. What family are you from?"
The two Giant Rats waited behind him, watching Zeke cautiously, as if waiting for him to move a muscle to harm their master.
Why no one has a giant slice of cheese when we need it the most? It would smooth the whole interaction between Zeke and Splinter considerably. Hehehe. XD
@Drake Baku@The Irish Tree
Someday, you're all gonna run outta rat puns...someday.
© 2007-2026