Grigor Mortis
Kidney Stone Breeder
i want to get off mr. bones' wild ride
Posts: 2,272
Favorite Disease: The Boneshakes
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Post by Grigor Mortis on Mar 12, 2015 0:54:34 GMT
*All the eyes' pupils suddenly shrink, and the ring rigidly stops its motions. A gate opens in the center of the circle, red and misty white in coloration. Through the gates you can see and endless realm of red smoke, nine glistening suns, and mirror-like shards, floating through the air, which seem to show different places at different points of time... Many in the far future, which looks barren and desolate. You can see silhouettes in the distant smoke, which look sort of like massive barges with huge, wing-like sails. You can see one especially large shard, which seems cracked. It shows Awfultown.*
*examines awfultown shard**A mirror shard floats by Durga, showing several bulldog puppies in a basket playing. It would seem this environment is somewhat receptive to thought, or at least speech.* *The Awfultown shard starts to crack more, seemingly opening a genuine gate to Awfultown.* |
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Post by Durga on Mar 12, 2015 1:18:14 GMT
Sigh. Why's it always have to be a Big Mysterious Thing? why can't it be something pleasant like a basket of puppies, or heck, even something mundane like a janitor's closet?
*examines awfultown shard* *A mirror shard floats by Durga, showing several bulldog puppies in a basket playing. It would seem this environment is somewhat receptive to thought, or at least speech.* *The Awfultown shard starts to crack more, seemingly opening a genuine gate to Awfultown.*
Hmm...
*sends an Eye through the gate to make sure it actually is Awfultown* |
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Salenghar
Fresh from the Seething
New here.
Posts: 39 
Favorite Disease: Irritable Bowel Syndrome
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Post by Salenghar on Mar 14, 2015 1:19:59 GMT
Salenghar re-enters and waits patiently.
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Post by gobby gobberson on Mar 14, 2015 2:03:37 GMT
Salenghar re-enters in her normal form and waits patiently. ((Techinically, IU ,you never had other form.)) |
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Grigor Mortis
Kidney Stone Breeder
i want to get off mr. bones' wild ride
Posts: 2,272
Favorite Disease: The Boneshakes
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Post by Grigor Mortis on Mar 14, 2015 5:50:32 GMT
Yes. Though I'd suggest you use your amulet before trying to take on Headless. He's sort of terrifying in combat, at least in dark environments.*Upon going near the pumpkin, the fumes affect your mind for a moment, making you think you are Bolzalwalt, Duke of Cranberries and Yellow Spice. The Pumpkin then speaks.* I AM THE HEADLESS FELLOW. OOOOOOOOooOoOOo. *jacks headflame turns a shocking pink* Ah! I see..Its just...I thought....Im very sorry my utmost apologies good sir *after collecting himself and breathing deeply* well headless non pumpkinzoner pumpkin headed person *jack stops for a moment to reflect on what he just said* is there anything you need? are you planning to attack us like those other things or are you prepared for a friendly chat like that bony chap over there?
I want to get out. Some Horror named Yit dropped me here! Worst thing that's ever happened to me since I lost my head, I do say so!*jacks headflame turns a shocking pink* Ah! I see..Its just...I thought....Im very sorry my utmost apologies good sir *after collecting himself and breathing deeply* well headless non pumpkinzoner pumpkin headed person *jack stops for a moment to reflect on what he just said* is there anything you need? are you planning to attack us like those other things or are you prepared for a friendly chat like that bony chap over there?I think he works for that guy... *The maid slowly fades away, like some VHS glitch, leaving pixely blotches which vanish in time was. As you fly up you see something on your right horizon. A great burning flame. Four statues stand in a circle, made of wood and twine. A massive procession surrounds them, made of all sorts of figures, but you cannot tell from this distance The silhouettes fly around them rhythmically, in mesmerizing circle.* *The first you see is the one that is burning. It is tall, and made of spirals, with two great antlers, and multiple teats. It falls apart and large, humanoid figures emerge from it, slowly burning to death as well, joyously waving flags around, which glow with blue fire. The next statue to begin burning looks like a squat being, with a bird's head and a millipede's body, with a mosquito's wings. This one begins burning as well, and more and more dancers emerge as the old ones die, frantically, euphorically waving their flags as the life chokes out of them like the smoke. The next statue has not started burning yet, and looks simply like a massive monolith. The final is the most blatantly human, having long hair made from ropes, and having several worms carved into her wooden body, as well as several nondistinct humanoids making up her lower body, like a skirt. All together the procession chants, and you feel an odd to desire to join them in this.* Hae'r do ka Alu'daer! Puae'to do ka T'aedaek. Bv Hokaeko't raedo vo diur kloto vuokklob 'bar't, ka larau klo g'utk klaeat, g'uo! At kl't vaab aerb kv'ro diurt, aerb aet vo uor'rpi'tl aiu grotl ka vai, vo kaerr ivar vai! Maev vo tkaeu ae klaitaerb vaurbt aet vo b'b arko dogauo ka klo Auuasaerk Maetkout!
*As they continue to chant, you begin to understand what they say.* Hail be to Ahriman! Praise be to Tiamat! By Hecate's name we burn these wretched idols, to honor the first chaos, fire! As this wood and twine burns, and as we relinquish our flesh to you, we call upon you! May we scar a thousand worlds as we did once before to the Arrogant Masters!*You notice a final statue that eluded you before, it hangs from the ceiling, made in black metal, and appears as several long arms, which intertwine with chaotic throes, forming a vaguely humanoid shape, and each of the long arms ends in a hand withfive digits, three fingers and two thumbs, and golden, squid-like eyes in their palms. The fire dares not touch it, and in fact dances around it, taking the form of ecstatic fiends and demons, gladly reveling with the procession. The longer you look at the statue, the more you draw to it, unaware until this very moment.* Bobbi-Jane Daisy lets out a sharp warning hiss as Violet disappears. She stops in her tracks. Everbound is terrified, yet filled with a horribly morbid curiosity. What do these creatures mean, scar a thousand worlds? That doesn't seem like it could possibly be good...But she shouldn't make snap judgements, she can't recall ever encountering these beings in either waking life or any dream zones. She stalls her approach towards the Arm Statue...But she keeps her eyes firmly on it, and continues to circle the scene. Perhaps she should know more about this... "Who are you?"*The leader of the group looks at Venvel. He at least seems humanoid, glad in a green robe, with a silver-plated mantle and black cape His robe is patterned with snake symbolism. On his head is a helmet, shaped like a cylinder, and engraved with several snakes and a snake ont he front, with what looks like snake tails dripping from a hole on top of the helm.* Who is this UNEBLIEVER that stands before us, servants of Ahriman? Here, int he hall of the Zigra, interrupting our ceremony!! What is your name?Uh, no. That's general the Crunch Zone's specialty. So you're a roach? I'm a clown. A massively wealthy clown with lots of friends and a cool mansion. Yeah.*Meanwhile, in petrichor's brain." <Hell yeah. This will make me look cool.> *Dink takes a deep breath to calm himself down* no, now's not the time. how do we get out of here? and never come back?Follow me! *Petri leads Dink out of the halls, and back into Awfultown. It is basically about an hour of walking with the occasional entrance of a head crawling around on spider legs, with topaz gems for eyes and golden teeth. It whispers of untold secrets.* *A mirror shard floats by Durga, showing several bulldog puppies in a basket playing. It would seem this environment is somewhat receptive to thought, or at least speech.* *The Awfultown shard starts to crack more, seemingly opening a genuine gate to Awfultown.*
Hmm...
*sends an Eye through the gate to make sure it actually is Awfultown**It's Awfultown, alright. You even see Petrichor and Dink.* Salenghar re-enters and waits patiently. ((You'll have to rem-ake your entrance post since the storyline Gob gave you isn't happening anymore.)) |
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Louis
Magboil Handler
Oh good a terrible death place.
Posts: 996 
Favorite Disease: Bullet to the face syndrome
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Post by Louis on Mar 14, 2015 18:35:09 GMT
*Due to the fact he seems to be frozen in time and or space, Louis decides to start doing backflips for no reason.*
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Post by High-Heeled Spider Crab on Mar 15, 2015 12:08:47 GMT
*Orochi stops playing solitaire inside the mind of some poor bewildered human who suddenly found themselves distracted by vivid hallucinations of giant playing cards, and cheerfully saunters on over to the NEXT FUCKBOT. She whistles a jaunty tune, and if there is time you better believe that she tangos with Cordelia.*
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Dink
No Longer Spooked
Posts: 83
Favorite Disease: Ooh, ooh, Histoplasmosis!
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Post by Dink on Mar 16, 2015 0:39:28 GMT
oh my gosh, you live in a mansion- who are your friends i- *Dink takes a deep breath to calm himself down* no, now's not the time. how do we get out of here? and never come back? Follow me! *Petri leads Dink out of the halls, and back into Awfultown. It is basically about an hour of walking with the occasional entrance of a head crawling around on spider legs, with topaz gems for eyes and golden teeth. It whispers of untold secrets.* *Dink follows silently, except when the head appears. He squeaks in fright, and attempts to hide behind Petrichor while also scurrying along. Dink tries to restrain himself from chatting the whole way, figuring that this is possibly the worst time to do that. After they arrive, Dink looks around awkwardly.* uhh...do you know where i can, er...go and hide somewhere? and cry? for like...years? |
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Grigor Mortis
Kidney Stone Breeder
i want to get off mr. bones' wild ride
Posts: 2,272
Favorite Disease: The Boneshakes
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Post by Grigor Mortis on Mar 16, 2015 10:35:43 GMT
*Azhar signs the sone with his own green blood, after pricking one of his fingers on his scimtar.* Excellent. Now, describe to me this "Uh-Oh Nautilus."*The Reavers sly through the eclipse... and into a land of grey wastes, and red jungles. The desert is scattered with the bones of those who could not properly traverse it, and their white sheen glows brightly from the sun... or lack of it. In the sky there is no sun, only a swirling, greyish-white void. Bolts of lightning and tornadoes fall from it constantly, and it rises sandstorms whenever it so much as changes shape. Giant serpents made of dust soar through the sky, devouring any creature that attempts to take flgiht that isn't on the side of the Reavers, and you can see worms in the sand. The jungles are full of predatory beasts, but they seem not to be under the control of the realm, and many hordes of mummified legions raid the jungles constantly, repelled by reptilian humans that ride dinosaurs. In the distance you see a black city, made of obsidian, full of pyramids and towers. The lead Reaver speaks.* Sands or trees?The notes are in an alien language, but you quickly discover how they work. They have detailed and almost depressing images, and the writer seems like a fevered madman... Note 1: Revaew's Advent The picture in the center of this page is a seven-headed dragon devouring the carcasses of a hart, a crane, an octopus, a human, a centipede, a hummingbird, and a snake. I have once again dreamt of the vast stirring sea of time, and the endless shapes within. To know of how many worlds I pass, how many worlds I create with my every moment, fills me with an inexplicable sadness. In this world I saw in my dreams, I was spoken to by a humanoid clad in red armor, But this was no human. Underneath his fanged helmet were two unblinking eyes, circular and full of a hollow purpose. There was no face underneath this helm, only the void and all horror it carried with. He said his name was Revaew and that he lead sixty legions of "Demons", things I thought archaic and limited to the simple-minded creations of the Crossbreed. What makes a demon? Is it anger, rage, pointy horns? I must find out. Find out. He spoke to me, saying that I had to ensure his master's creation. The creation of the seven-headed Dragon... What a terrible beast it could be. Could this be the chance to please both master Tiamat and mother Hecate? I must find out. Find out. Note 2: Mask of "Rakshasa" The picture is of a mask, seemingly made of bone, done in the shape of a a face with inward-pointing horns. Its teeth are sharp and red spirals surround one eye, while the other is covered in several stitch-like bridges. I have continued my stay in Agartha. Gilgamesh's brood is far more courteous to the Mi-Go than Molech's. They have even granted me a home in their execution square, which leads to my next point. As I was dreaming of the red velvet plains of Shangri-La and the ebony cliffsides within, I was woke by the sounds of commotion outside. A humanoid being, about two Gks (human feet) tall was being dragged to the chopping block. His skin was like charcoal and covered in silver bones, with green scales around the shoulders and knees. He wore a robe around his legs and had two pauldrons made from Agarthan skulls. Most interesting was his mask, which seemed to be fused with his face. When I went down to interview him before his death, he simply said he was no "new species", he was "Rakshasa", before spitting at my nodule. Rude. He was given the standard punishment for insulting nobility and killing Agarthans, being fried alive to feed to the Great Olms. Smelled tasty. However, his mask resisted all attempts to fry, and I decided to keep it myself. I have drawn it above. It will add to my collection nicely. I hope to meet more "rakshasas" soon.Note 3: Obtu Hex The picture here is a circle full of jagged lines and symbols Draw a left pelm, and add three girzgats. Smoothly stroke a ybnes and splatter Olm Oils upon the previous left pelm, then add a right yurn, fill rest of remaining space with girzgats of choice. chant Ouhka'Un six times and one of Ishtar's handmaidens will appear before you, and grant you access to a lesser desire, at according price. I suggest bringing artifacts, or they make take your soul as their reward. First Slate.
Came from Shangri-La, has been eating ever since. Want go back there? Hop on back.
She was mother. Old mother. Have new mother now.*Petrichor has finally finished beating up the squid, which retreats back into the hallway.* So what are you, a butterbug?
Yes?...Ah, you've heard, then...A description for this kind fellow, here...Yes, thank you...
A blue, squid-type gentleman, travels with a bottle of sentient urine, likely located in or traveling to the Awfultown region. If we got close, I might be able to detect his scent... I have finely honed senses from my years in the darkness. Like a dog, you know.Hmmm... Awfultown. Never heard of it. I know a place you might find useful to find him, though... It's called the Horror Pool, and it's higher up in the spire. *Due to the fact he seems to be frozen in time and or space, Louis decides to start doing backflips for no reason.* *Orochi stops playing solitaire inside the mind of some poor bewildered human who suddenly found themselves distracted by vivid hallucinations of giant playing cards, and cheerfully saunters on over to the NEXT FUCKBOT. She whistles a jaunty tune, and if there is time you better believe that she tangos with Cordelia.* *The combination of Louis' backflips and Cordelia and Orochi's tango distracts them long enough to reach the lair of the NEXT FUCKBOT... A massive fortress built into a cliffside, brass in coloration, with a huge throne on top. There is a statue of a humanoid, jagged figure in front, but it has been bisected at the middle, and the top half is nowhere to be seen. Flying from out of the fortress can be see some sort of creature. it looks like a spade symbol, regal and black, with long, feathery wings, which look like digital wireframe, and a long tail seemingly made of linked together needles.* Follow me! *Petri leads Dink out of the halls, and back into Awfultown. It is basically about an hour of walking with the occasional entrance of a head crawling around on spider legs, with topaz gems for eyes and golden teeth. It whispers of untold secrets.* *Dink follows silently, except when the head appears. He squeaks in fright, and attempts to hide behind Petrichor while also scurrying along. Dink tries to restrain himself from chatting the whole way, figuring that this is possibly the worst time to do that. After they arrive, Dink looks around awkwardly.* uhh...do you know where i can, er...go and hide somewhere? and cry? for like...years?*Petrichor points at Sauron's seat, which stares into Dink's eyes with a burning malice.* |
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Pumpkinheadeddoll
Frequent Core Shifter
I have a big hammer and I smash stuff sometimes
Posts: 1,084
Favorite Disease: Skullshakes
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Post by Pumpkinheadeddoll on Mar 16, 2015 11:15:09 GMT
*jacks headflame turns a shocking pink* Ah! I see..Its just...I thought....Im very sorry my utmost apologies good sir *after collecting himself and breathing deeply* well headless non pumpkinzoner pumpkin headed person *jack stops for a moment to reflect on what he just said* is there anything you need? are you planning to attack us like those other things or are you prepared for a friendly chat like that bony chap over there?
I want to get out. Some Horror named Yit dropped me here! Worst thing that's ever happened to me since I lost my head, I do say so!I think he works for that guy... Bobbi-Jane Daisy lets out a sharp warning hiss as Violet disappears. She stops in her tracks. Everbound is terrified, yet filled with a horribly morbid curiosity. What do these creatures mean, scar a thousand worlds? That doesn't seem like it could possibly be good...But she shouldn't make snap judgements, she can't recall ever encountering these beings in either waking life or any dream zones. She stalls her approach towards the Arm Statue...But she keeps her eyes firmly on it, and continues to circle the scene. Perhaps she should know more about this... "Who are you?"*The leader of the group looks at Venvel. He at least seems humanoid, glad in a green robe, with a silver-plated mantle and black cape His robe is patterned with snake symbolism. On his head is a helmet, shaped like a cylinder, and engraved with several snakes and a snake ont he front, with what looks like snake tails dripping from a hole on top of the helm.* Who is this UNEBLIEVER that stands before us, servants of Ahriman? Here, int he hall of the Zigra, interrupting our ceremony!! What is your name?oh my gosh, you live in a mansion- who are your friends i- *Dink takes a deep breath to calm himself down* no, now's not the time. how do we get out of here? and never come back? Follow me! *Petri leads Dink out of the halls, and back into Awfultown. It is basically about an hour of walking with the occasional entrance of a head crawling around on spider legs, with topaz gems for eyes and golden teeth. It whispers of untold secrets.* Ooh. Puppies. This helps.
Hmm...
*sends an Eye through the gate to make sure it actually is Awfultown* *It's Awfultown, alright. You even see Petrichor and Dink.* Salenghar re-enters and waits patiently. ((You'll have to rem-ake your entrance post since the storyline Gob gave you isn't happening anymore.)) well yeah an exit would be nice....I'm not even sure why we were brought here to be quite honest If I see those reaper looking things I swear they wont get away again |
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Post by High-Heeled Spider Crab on Mar 16, 2015 14:18:45 GMT
Allow me to consult with my sources...
Yes?...Ah, you've heard, then...A description for this kind fellow, here...Yes, thank you...
A blue, squid-type gentleman, travels with a bottle of sentient urine, likely located in or traveling to the Awfultown region. If we got close, I might be able to detect his scent... I have finely honed senses from my years in the darkness. Like a dog, you know. Hmmm... Awfultown. Never heard of it. I know a place you might find useful to find him, though... It's called the Horror Pool, and it's higher up in the spire. *Due to the fact he seems to be frozen in time and or space, Louis decides to start doing backflips for no reason.* *Orochi stops playing solitaire inside the mind of some poor bewildered human who suddenly found themselves distracted by vivid hallucinations of giant playing cards, and cheerfully saunters on over to the NEXT FUCKBOT. She whistles a jaunty tune, and if there is time you better believe that she tangos with Cordelia.* *The combination of Louis' backflips and Cordelia and Orochi's tango distracts them long enough to reach the lair of the NEXT FUCKBOT... A massive fortress built into a cliffside, brass in coloration, with a huge throne on top. There is a statue of a humanoid, jagged figure in front, but it has been bisected at the middle, and the top half is nowhere to be seen. Flying from out of the fortress can be see some sort of creature. it looks like a spade symbol, regal and black, with long, feathery wings, which look like digital wireframe, and a long tail seemingly made of linked together needles.* *Dink follows silently, except when the head appears. He squeaks in fright, and attempts to hide behind Petrichor while also scurrying along. Dink tries to restrain himself from chatting the whole way, figuring that this is possibly the worst time to do that. After they arrive, Dink looks around awkwardly.* uhh...do you know where i can, er...go and hide somewhere? and cry? for like...years?*Petrichor points at Sauron's seat, which stares into Dink's eyes with a burning malice.* *Orochi homes in on the spade-bird, checking for a mind, and if present, rifling through its memories and emotions. Business as usual!* |
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Grigor Mortis
Kidney Stone Breeder
i want to get off mr. bones' wild ride
Posts: 2,272
Favorite Disease: The Boneshakes
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Post by Grigor Mortis on Mar 16, 2015 14:44:40 GMT
No, I'm not gonna attack, you idiot! I already HAVE a Pumpkin for a head!! Haven't you ever heard the song?!
I want to get out. Some Horror named Yit dropped me here! Worst thing that's ever happened to me since I lost my head, I do say so!No, you fool! I serve, Samhain, the Spirit of Halloween! I exist to bring about eternal celebration of the most glorious festival!! Unfortunately, some Warlock stole most of my Miasma and then that Horror dropped me here! Are you looking for a way out? because I am too.*The leader of the group looks at Venvel. He at least seems humanoid, glad in a green robe, with a silver-plated mantle and black cape His robe is patterned with snake symbolism. On his head is a helmet, shaped like a cylinder, and engraved with several snakes and a snake ont he front, with what looks like snake tails dripping from a hole on top of the helm.* Who is this UNEBLIEVER that stands before us, servants of Ahriman? Here, int he hall of the Zigra, interrupting our ceremony!! What is your name?Follow me! *Petri leads Dink out of the halls, and back into Awfultown. It is basically about an hour of walking with the occasional entrance of a head crawling around on spider legs, with topaz gems for eyes and golden teeth. It whispers of untold secrets.* *It's Awfultown, alright. You even see Petrichor and Dink.* ((You'll have to rem-ake your entrance post since the storyline Gob gave you isn't happening anymore.)) well yeah an exit would be nice....I'm not even sure why we were brought here to be quite honest If I see those reaper looking things I swear they wont get away againHmmm... Awfultown. Never heard of it. I know a place you might find useful to find him, though... It's called the Horror Pool, and it's higher up in the spire. *The combination of Louis' backflips and Cordelia and Orochi's tango distracts them long enough to reach the lair of the NEXT FUCKBOT... A massive fortress built into a cliffside, brass in coloration, with a huge throne on top. There is a statue of a humanoid, jagged figure in front, but it has been bisected at the middle, and the top half is nowhere to be seen. Flying from out of the fortress can be see some sort of creature. it looks like a spade symbol, regal and black, with long, feathery wings, which look like digital wireframe, and a long tail seemingly made of linked together needles.* There's always Barad-Dur.*Petrichor points at Sauron's seat, which stares into Dink's eyes with a burning malice.* *Orochi homes in on the spade-bird, checking for a mind, and if present, rifling through its memories and emotions. Business as usual!* *A voice responds, in a voice that reminds you of Richard Burton.* <Hello there. To what do I own the pleasure of invading my brainspace? My name is Irtep. Yours?> |
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Post by High-Heeled Spider Crab on Mar 16, 2015 14:49:14 GMT
well yeah an exit would be nice....I'm not even sure why we were brought here to be quite honest If I see those reaper looking things I swear they wont get away again*Orochi homes in on the spade-bird, checking for a mind, and if present, rifling through its memories and emotions. Business as usual!* *A voice responds, in a voice that reminds you of Richard Burton.* <Hello there. To what do I own the pleasure of invading my brainspace? My name is Irtep. Yours?> |
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Grigor Mortis
Kidney Stone Breeder
i want to get off mr. bones' wild ride
Posts: 2,272
Favorite Disease: The Boneshakes
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Post by Grigor Mortis on Mar 16, 2015 15:03:31 GMT
Pretty sure they just do that. Anyway, want to go further into the DARK AND SPOOKY FOREST or enter DEATH SAND HELL.Additionally, before you go, you should take something.*A voice responds, in a voice that reminds you of Richard Burton.* <Hello there. To what do I own the pleasure of invading my brainspace? My name is Irtep. Yours?> |
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Pumpkinheadeddoll
Frequent Core Shifter
I have a big hammer and I smash stuff sometimes
Posts: 1,084
Favorite Disease: Skullshakes
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Post by Pumpkinheadeddoll on Mar 16, 2015 15:59:40 GMT
well yeah an exit would be nice....I'm not even sure why we were brought here to be quite honest If I see those reaper looking things I swear they wont get away again*Orochi homes in on the spade-bird, checking for a mind, and if present, rifling through its memories and emotions. Business as usual!* *A voice responds, in a voice that reminds you of Richard Burton.* <Hello there. To what do I own the pleasure of invading my brainspace? My name is Irtep. Yours?>well id prefer the forest, more homey and what can I afford oh maleficent hoarder of confection? |
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