by Nightkill the Emperor » Thu Jun 27, 2013 8:18 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 Swith Witherward » Thu Jun 27, 2013 8:53 pm
★ Madhouse ★
Role Play
& Writers Group
Anti-intellectual elitism: the dismissal of science, the arts,
and humanities and their replacement by entertainment,
self-righteousness, ignorance, and deliberate gullibility. - sauce
by Nationstatelandsville » Fri Jun 28, 2013 7:01 pm
by Astrolinium » Fri Jun 28, 2013 7:06 pm
by Olthar » Fri Jun 28, 2013 7:35 pm
by The New Velociraptor Empire » Fri Jun 28, 2013 7:39 pm
by Constaniana » Fri Jun 28, 2013 7:41 pm
Ameriganastan wrote:I work hard to think of those ludicrous Eric adventure stories, but I don't think I'd have come up with rescuing a three armed alchemist from goblin-monkeys in a million years.
Kudos.
by Torsiedelle » Fri Jun 28, 2013 8:04 pm
by Astrolinium » Fri Jun 28, 2013 8:10 pm
by Individuality-ness » Fri Jun 28, 2013 8:17 pm
by Nightkill the Emperor » Fri Jun 28, 2013 9:13 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 Astrolinium » Fri Jun 28, 2013 9:27 pm
by Nationstatelandsville » Fri Jun 28, 2013 9:44 pm
by Olthar » Fri Jun 28, 2013 9:51 pm
by Nationstatelandsville » Fri Jun 28, 2013 9:53 pm
Olthar wrote:A window suddenly smashed as Sari-chan hurled herself out of it. Unfortunately, she hadn't realized that she was on the fifth floor and fell down quite a ways into a thorny bush near the school. Freaking out, she loudly pulled herself out of the bush with a screech. She had changed clothes and was now wearing a rather well made Solid Snake cosplay that was now covered in tears and leaves from the bush. After freeing herself, the catgirl immediately dove behind another bush and pulled out a plastic model gun. Poking her head out, she glanced around before dashing out and quickly hiding behind a different bush. She slowly made her way over to where Crowley was and dashed up behind him.
"Sir, I don't mean to alarm you, but I think something has happened to the school," she said in a hushed whisper, suspiciously glaring around at various things, "I'm not sure what it is yet, but I'm close to figuring it out. I think it has something to do with these other buildings that weren't here before. Sari-chan out."
With that, the cat girl leaped up into a nearby tree and pulled out a pair of binoculars which she used to begin scanning the area.
by The New Velociraptor Empire » Fri Jun 28, 2013 9:56 pm
by Astrolinium » Fri Jun 28, 2013 10:01 pm
by Individuality-ness » Fri Jun 28, 2013 10:09 pm
by Cerillium » Sat Jun 29, 2013 3:49 am
I wear teal, blue & pink for Swith
There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man’s fears, and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination.
by Swith Witherward » Sat Jun 29, 2013 5:14 am
★ Madhouse ★
Role Play
& Writers Group
Anti-intellectual elitism: the dismissal of science, the arts,
and humanities and their replacement by entertainment,
self-righteousness, ignorance, and deliberate gullibility. - sauce
by The Drone Empire » Sat Jun 29, 2013 8:26 am
///Activate Troj.Ware <{F a c t b o o k}The Drone Empire
Do not bow, do not praise, do not beg; you are pathetic enough already.>>FFT<<
The Xenocidal Machine Empire of the stars, at this point we're borderlining FanT...
You can call me Drone... or TDE.... or Dani. I don't know. ._.
NOTE: No, water, nor {conventional} EMP's, nor the off button, nor some computer virus, can harm us.Personification Life
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by The New Velociraptor Empire » Sat Jun 29, 2013 10:25 am
by Esternial » Sat Jun 29, 2013 11:04 am
by Nightkill the Emperor » Sat Jun 29, 2013 12:06 pm
Cerillium wrote:The smile on Klaus’ face intensified as he watched the peculiar man’s antics, corners pulling back to reveal incredibly white and pointy teeth. The cultist leader’s first thought was “drunk” followed by “with really good drugs on board.” His hyperactive flitting only added to Klaus’ appreciation of him, so much so that he neglected to notice the man who had called him ‘Jerry’.
“Finally, someone who understands me,” he exclaimed to Minerva. His eyes widened at Crowley’s choice of food and he added, “and he likes popcorn!” Klaus resisted the urge to clap but he certainly quickened his pace.
He was fully intending to walk up to the man who had shouted from the door but then a woman cried out from a window above and Klaus - never one to focus when there was popcorn and turmoil sharing the same moment - vanished into his own boot and pulled it after him.
His hat popped into existence outside Divia’s window and he climbed out of it, quickly growing to normal size as he emerged. He squatted on her windowsill and peered in at her.
“Behemoth? Come now! Minerva’s gotten a bit chunky, but she’s not that fat. Just wait until you get a look at the 20’ tall monster. He’s a new resident.” Satisfied with his pacification efforts, Klaus hopped down from the window and belly flopped through the ground.
“Don’t worry about the sign,” said a voice from Crowley’s bag. The popped kernels shifted and a very small Klaus emerged. He pulled himself up until he was sitting on the edge of the bag. “They put the sign there to ward off Prim. The cracked Cthulhu-loving bastard makes his own variety of recreational pharmaceuticals. Welcome to Bielefeld, by the way. I’m Klaus. The Behemoth is Minerva. The one with glasses is Luce. Oh, and the dinosaur is Neil, I think. He’s in a bathrobe so he might be Evil Neil or even his wife, Gretta. It’s hard to tell them apart sometimes.”
Twinkling blue eyes peered up at Crowley. Klaus tore off a portion from the nearest piece of popcorn and chewed it thoughtfully.
Swith Witherward wrote:“Oh for fuck’s sake, Klaus!” Minerva leveled a withering glare at him before turning her attention to Crowley. Her expression softened considerably.
“I’m so sorry,” she apologized while grasping the tiny man’s collar between her index finger and thumb. “He’s excitable but doesn’t mean any harm by it. It’s part of his curse, you see. Your popcorn must have set him off.”
She lifted Klaus to eye level and gave him a sharp shake before punting him with a finger flick from her opposite hand. He sailed through the air like a noisome booger and smacked against Fortu’s face.
“So, what brings you to Bielefeld?”
Olthar wrote:A window suddenly smashed as Sari-chan hurled herself out of it. Unfortunately, she hadn't realized that she was on the fifth floor and fell down quite a ways into a thorny bush near the school. Freaking out, she loudly pulled herself out of the bush with a screech. She had changed clothes and was now wearing a rather well made Solid Snake cosplay that was now covered in tears and leaves from the bush. After freeing herself, the catgirl immediately dove behind another bush and pulled out a plastic model gun. Poking her head out, she glanced around before dashing out and quickly hiding behind a different bush. She slowly made her way over to where Crowley was and dashed up behind him.
"Sir, I don't mean to alarm you, but I think something has happened to the school," she said in a hushed whisper, suspiciously glaring around at various things, "I'm not sure what it is yet, but I'm close to figuring it out. I think it has something to do with these other buildings that weren't here before. Sari-chan out."
With that, the cat girl leaped up into a nearby tree and pulled out a pair of binoculars which she used to begin scanning the area.
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 The Drone Empire » Sat Jun 29, 2013 12:57 pm
///Activate Troj.Ware <{F a c t b o o k}The Drone Empire
Do not bow, do not praise, do not beg; you are pathetic enough already.>>FFT<<
The Xenocidal Machine Empire of the stars, at this point we're borderlining FanT...
You can call me Drone... or TDE.... or Dani. I don't know. ._.
NOTE: No, water, nor {conventional} EMP's, nor the off button, nor some computer virus, can harm us.Personification Life
An amazing RP, especially for the inexperienced yet ambitious RPer.
The First National Bank of Roleplay Knowledge
Have questions about roleplaying? Ask them here. Please.
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