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by The Land Fomerly Known as Ligerplace » Sun Jan 19, 2014 11:28 am

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by The Land Fomerly Known as Ligerplace » Sun Jan 19, 2014 11:31 am
Dumb Ideologies wrote:Bleh. Two out of my ten most visited websites have closed/are closing.

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by Yoite » Sun Jan 19, 2014 11:35 am
Hydronium wrote:Hydronium wrote:A gruff man sat in his ragged Hydroni inner city apartment building. He was about 23, give or take, but he seemed to have lived more than his share of life experience. He pushed his greasy, long hair out of his green eyes long enough to glance around his room. His bed- no, more like hammock- sat in the far right of his room. The gnarled piece of red fabric reinforced his poverty. The light in his room flickered, loosening his train of thought. A wilting khat plant sat in the corner, the little light that came through the sandstained window just wasn't enough to keep it from turning into a disintegrated mess.
Then he remembered why he even bothered to wake up in the first place. He had to go get another extension on his debt down at the local church. The building was probably the only thing that lie down that street that hadn't been robbed five hundred times, most likely since it was one of the few places where there was a minute chance of getting off the streets.
The man grabbed the large home made knife that lay next to his "bed." Sharpening the shiny piece of mischmetal was one of the few things that he prided himself in. Plus, it helped protect himself from the vandals that frequented the area. Strapping on his falling-apart shoes and grabbing his cheap MP4 player, the man stumbled out the door.
When he arrived at the small church, the minister in charge of his debt, was off busy ministering to another. He sat down in the back row, and pulled out a Bible. He had been there before, and he was a Christian, so he knew what he would find. The book had all the traditionals, a short concordance, and then, like almost all Hydroni Bibles, had the Book of Enoch shoved in between Job and Psalms. The controversial book was banned most elsewhere, but in the large Ethiopian Orthodox circles in Hydronium, the book found a home.
"Ah, I see Kevin is back to make another extension!" said the pastor, in a deep Arab accent that gave away that he was originally from the Muslim Third. His rusted Cross necklace gave away his position. It at one point had been given out the the Hydroni Theological Seminary as a shiny trinket symbolizing that he had wasted almost half of his life listening to a group of people argue about if such and such relates to this and that and a whole bunch of other random stuff that really didn't matter in today's world.
"Yup." Kevin said, ashamed. This was the fifth time he had to do this.
"Kevin, sit down. We need to talk about something." The pastor said, solemnly. He lead Kevin to a small room in the back of the church.
"You are 50,000 Kesitahs in debt to the church, Kevin. We've run out of leniency for your joblessness, plus the last time I actually saw you at a service was last Easter!"
"I know, Father Mohammed," Kevin said, grimly, "But I promise I'll make it up-"
"No! There is only one thing that you can do to pay this off..." the Father said; angrily at first, but becoming more sly as the sentence went on. He then went on to go over to a large wooden bookshelf and pick up a map.
"Are you familiar with the idea of Missionary work?"
"Yes. But wait, what are you thinking..."
Father Mohammed looked up at Kevin. "I've heard that Crysuko is nice this time of year..." He said, while pointing at the nation on the ancient map.
"Crysuko? Crysuko‽ That place is a death trap!" Kevin said, angrily.
"That's why we need someone of your... expertise. Our main group of missionaries wouldn't survive a day in that place, but with you, we might have a chance." Replied Father Mohammed.
"But I can't do missionary service! Like you said, I haven't been to church since Easter!"
"You won't be doing the teaching. We're sending in experienced missionaries to do this. We need you to be backup in case if something goes wrong. Plus, if you do this, you'll be without debt towards the church."
"But what if I don't?"
"Well, let's just say that I hope you learn to enjoy either celibacy or cave life."
Kevin and Father Mohammed stared each other down for a moment, before shaking hands. Father Mohammed handed him a Bible.
"Study up!" Father Mohammed said, gleeing, "You're flight leaves the day after tomorrow!"
Dat roleplay post, though.
Also, hai tet

by Dumb Ideologies » Sun Jan 19, 2014 11:35 am

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by Thafoo » Sun Jan 19, 2014 11:36 am
Uieurnthlaal wrote:
How about I put some extra skin in the game: I will block your TGs until you specify a date within the next 3 weeks to post a selfie. If you don't post a selfie on your date, then I'll keep your TGs blocked.
Yep. I went there.
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