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by Zarkenis Ultima » Sun Oct 09, 2011 8:30 pm

by Nationstatelandsville » Sun Oct 09, 2011 8:52 pm

by Hardened Pyrokinetics » Sun Oct 09, 2011 9:02 pm
Pope Joan wrote:I had a client who stole the magnetic flashing light from the top of a police car.
It was parked in front of his house because they were asking his parents about his theft of 100 pounds of copper wire from the high school.
Galloism wrote:I bet it takes a lot of weed to get stoned to death.
New Manvir wrote:Canada: We have flying bears.
greed and death wrote:It is a sad day when we criticize the President for honoring a solider who gave everything for his nation.

by Metanih » Sun Oct 09, 2011 9:06 pm

by Nightkill the Emperor » Sun Oct 09, 2011 9:08 pm
New East Ireland wrote:"I think I have a way to help you with the were-hawk problem," Damien replied. "You see, there is an item called the Coiled Viper. It's an ancient thing, and I've been searching for it. From my guess, it has some ancient magical powers. If you can help me get the Viper, I can help you use it to get the sky from the were-hawks."
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.

by New East Ireland » Sun Oct 09, 2011 9:11 pm

by Hardened Pyrokinetics » Sun Oct 09, 2011 9:11 pm
Metanih wrote:Hailey complied, grabbing his hand, and sincerely hoping he wasn't going to try and break it or do something equally nasty to it. He had shot her, after all. A little fear and apprehension were to be expected from any sane, and most insane people. "I am here, Mark. Please don't die. I would feel guilty forever."
Pope Joan wrote:I had a client who stole the magnetic flashing light from the top of a police car.
It was parked in front of his house because they were asking his parents about his theft of 100 pounds of copper wire from the high school.
Galloism wrote:I bet it takes a lot of weed to get stoned to death.
New Manvir wrote:Canada: We have flying bears.
greed and death wrote:It is a sad day when we criticize the President for honoring a solider who gave everything for his nation.

by Nightkill the Emperor » Sun Oct 09, 2011 9:12 pm
New East Ireland wrote:"I'm the result of a human being possessed by a Strix. It left me, and gave me some of its powers," he replied. "Using these powers, I intend to help you get control of the sky, which will help me get the Viper. But, we can't do it alone. We need another faction to help us. I know a group who can help me, but I'll need you to do something for me first."
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.

by New East Ireland » Sun Oct 09, 2011 9:17 pm

by Metanih » Sun Oct 09, 2011 9:17 pm

by Hardened Pyrokinetics » Sun Oct 09, 2011 9:21 pm
Metanih wrote:"I... I will do my best." Hailey said to Mark. And she would. Hailey always did her best to respect promises, and vows. "You should promise me something too. Do your best not to die. I know it sounds a little much, seeing as you hardly have control over it, but please, for me?" Hailey said, looking into his eyes. It was hard to see him as the jackass he had seemed at first, with all of the oppressing life-and-death stuff happening. He seemed calm, nice. It suited him better.
Pope Joan wrote:I had a client who stole the magnetic flashing light from the top of a police car.
It was parked in front of his house because they were asking his parents about his theft of 100 pounds of copper wire from the high school.
Galloism wrote:I bet it takes a lot of weed to get stoned to death.
New Manvir wrote:Canada: We have flying bears.
greed and death wrote:It is a sad day when we criticize the President for honoring a solider who gave everything for his nation.

by Nightkill the Emperor » Sun Oct 09, 2011 9:26 pm
New East Ireland wrote:Damien shook his owl head. "No. But, this group can help me. While I'm getting them together, I need you all to get other owls from places across the globe. If we want the sky, we'll need an army. The army, with the power of the Viper, could destroy the were-hawks. While you're gathering an army, me and my group will secure the trust of another faction. They will help us in getting the Viper. Until then, sit tight and wait. Patience will bring you the assistance of the Coiled Viper, and the skies with it. Does that sound good?"
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.

by New East Ireland » Sun Oct 09, 2011 9:28 pm

by Nightkill the Emperor » Sun Oct 09, 2011 9:30 pm
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.

by Metanih » Sun Oct 09, 2011 9:42 pm

by New East Ireland » Mon Oct 10, 2011 4:08 pm

by Rupudska » Mon Oct 10, 2011 4:31 pm
Hladgos wrote:Scantly clad women, more like tanks
seem to be blowing up everyones banks
with airstrikes from girls with wings to their knees
which show a bit more than just their panties

by New East Ireland » Mon Oct 10, 2011 5:11 pm
Rupudska wrote:Catrin was outside the hospital when Damien arrived. She noticed there was something different about him. Something more different than you would expect from someone going into Chinatown, and it wasn't the Coiled Viper. She walked towards him. "So...." she said, unsure herself of what was wrong, but knowing that something certainly was. "What happened in Chinatown?"

by Nightkill the Emperor » Mon Oct 10, 2011 5:20 pm
Metanih wrote:Hailey went outside, as the drizzle began, the rain clouds blocking the sun enough for her to not become a crisp. Mr.G, i know you can hear my thoughts, you have done it before, and i would love to talk to you. From recent adventures, i learned of different vampire clans, and i think it would be a neat plot device if i were to meet the clan that created me. Hailey baited him with the promise of a good plot device, hoping he would react as she planned. Of course, it could end in disaster, but that was a risk.
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.

by Metanih » Mon Oct 10, 2011 5:24 pm

by Nightkill the Emperor » Mon Oct 10, 2011 5:27 pm
Metanih wrote:"Distinctly less human oriented than when you first spoke to me. Honest, my last meal was a supernatural owl-demon, and totally not human. Tasted amazing, by the way." Hailey said to him, showing no fear outwardly. Of course, even while drunk, the Beast could feel fear, although at least he wasn't spamming Hailey's mind with repeat messages. Repetitively. Again and again. Instead, he was muttering softly, the words to a popular Christian hymn. It was very creepy, actually.
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.

by Metanih » Mon Oct 10, 2011 5:32 pm

by Nightkill the Emperor » Mon Oct 10, 2011 5:40 pm
Metanih wrote:"I have never heard of a Marshall Williams." Hailey said, defiantly. It was actually the truth. She had never bothered to learn the man's name. It had never occurred to her. "So, since there are plenty of other vampires in the city, you could blame one of them. I would have at least tried to disguise the body. I went to that hotel to meet one of the people in my little party. His name is Vernon, and he is in room number <Insert the room directly above Marshall's>. You can check that out, thank you. He gave me a ride, since he was staying there too. I didn't need to feed, so i didn't. Until the owl. The owl was excellent."
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.

by Metanih » Mon Oct 10, 2011 5:44 pm

by Nightkill the Emperor » Mon Oct 10, 2011 5:51 pm
Metanih wrote:"OR... You could believe me. I am distinctly not in the mood to talk to any other vampires, particularly your friends. I am not your problem. I am not your responsibility, and I am not someone you need to be concerned about. I am doing just fine on my own. There is no reason you should have for stalking me, no reason you should have in mucking with my affairs. It doesn't affect you in any way! So just leave!" Hailey used the last word as a command, well aware that it would be ineffective. It was worth a shot, she supposed, to avoid things like spending more time with the vampire.
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.
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