Hi! Welcome to the guild!
(I suspect we may have made rp's before?)
(I suspect we may have made rp's before?)
tobiax
Member
STATUS:
The World Record 72 Hour, 100% No Sin, 100% Redemption Destruction of Death and Sin Speedrun- Jesus Christ, circa 33 AD.
5 yrs ago
- Last Seen: 2 hrs ago
- Joined: 12 yrs ago
- Posts: 3971 (0.87 / day)
- VMs: 0
-
Username history
- tobiax 12 yrs ago
-
Latest 10 profile visitors:
-
Most recent →
Nallore,
Antlers,
Pyrogue,
Fish of Oblivion,
Tenderly,
Not a Sayan,
Neziul,
flat lovenote
Status
Recent Statuses
5 yrs ago
Current
The World Record 72 Hour, 100% No Sin, 100% Redemption Destruction of Death and Sin Speedrun- Jesus Christ, circa 33 AD.
9 yrs ago
2
likes
10 yrs ago
@RumikoOhara That one's in like five months.
10 yrs ago
10 yrs ago
I beg to differ. youtu.be/kO0amkJnARQ
Bio
User has no bio, yet
Most Recent Posts
Bump.
Could still use another player, preferably if someone may consider playing a party healer?
In
Digimon: Digital Monsters- Pillars of Blood (Digimon d6; Hard Drive Catacomb v1.0)
→
11 yrs ago
Forum: Tabletop Roleplay
It's fine. Take care. You can hang around if you want. May I ask for your reasoning if that's not too personal?
I'm not against it, but I don't see why.
Like two pages of the IC should be only Digimon, or two pages worth of posts for each person, resulting in ten? Maybe it's because I rp Digimon fairly often, but I'm not sure I understand.
Ping!
Muddy fin flaps dragged the jagged creature from the rushing water onto a small wooded sandbar island in the middle of the river. The orange creature scowled, shaking its strange shaggy fur of water before dragging itself onto a tree trunk. After a few moments of angry muttering, he scratched himself with his back leg, considering how he could return to the upper level of the gorge.
A second of procrastination in the cold later, and the spike backed being waded past the unkempt grasses and into the water. Strong, deliberate kicks carried the creature across the current, as the fur repelled the cold. A coat wearing vagrant upon the bridge looked down for a moment, rubbing his eyes as he saw the jagged spikes sink into the water. The man's pace picked up, wanting to get some rest somewhere- preferably not in this town.
A second of procrastination in the cold later, and the spike backed being waded past the unkempt grasses and into the water. Strong, deliberate kicks carried the creature across the current, as the fur repelled the cold. A coat wearing vagrant upon the bridge looked down for a moment, rubbing his eyes as he saw the jagged spikes sink into the water. The man's pace picked up, wanting to get some rest somewhere- preferably not in this town.
How's everyone doing?
© 2007-2026