Trottkin looked at his new black plane friend. He didn't quite grasp the dialect of the colored folk, so he shrugged his shoulders. He grew some back hair to conclude the exchange. Turning back to his new Pokeman, Trottkin frisked the animal briefly but thoroughly. He turned to Jefferson the Momentous Ultimate and exclaimed, "Why hello, sir! Why I do declare it to be male Pokeman!" He unchained the half conscious Lopunny and dragged it before Jefferson to show off his catch. "I hereby do declare him DuPont!" He beamed a smile as bright as a thousand burning zeppelins.
The brief moment of bonding was interrupted by something stumbling through the woods towards them. Something tugging unwaveringly at its unmentionables. The air smelled faintly of old cabbage and broken dreams.
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Trottkin Coldstone climbed out of the wreckage of his downed plane and peered around the forlorn alpine forest. The frosty wind blew through his locks, and a beard sprouted from his face in response. With hardened eyes that were actually quite soft, he spotted something in the distance. A lone Lopunny sauntered sensually before him, oblivious to its onlooker. Steeling himself like a steel object, Trottkin pounced. He slammed the Lopunny to the ground with mountainous force. The hare grunted in confusion as Trottkin performed a haymaker to its face. He quickly handcuffed the brutalized beast to a nearby tree. Proud of himself, Trottkin admired his new companion. He may not know much about these Pokeman folk, but he knew how to capture something.
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With the centennial of World War I being only a couple of days ago, I could think of know better way to celebrate then with an RP with a fantasy twist of sorts! All the major belligerents would be the same, but instead of humans, they would be different fantastical kingdoms.
German Empire: Werewolves
Austria-Hungary: Centaurs
Belgium: Merfolk
France: Vampires
Great Britain: Gargoyles
Serbia: Goblins
Russia: Yetis
Ottoman Empire: Sphinxes
If we wanted to start the war at a later phase, we could include the US as well. This is obviously a rough outline, and I would use elaborate in more detail if anyone has interest in something like this.
German Empire: Werewolves
Austria-Hungary: Centaurs
Belgium: Merfolk
France: Vampires
Great Britain: Gargoyles
Serbia: Goblins
Russia: Yetis
Ottoman Empire: Sphinxes
If we wanted to start the war at a later phase, we could include the US as well. This is obviously a rough outline, and I would use elaborate in more detail if anyone has interest in something like this.
With the centennial of World War I being only a couple of days ago, I could think of know better way to celebrate then with an RP with a fantasy twist of sorts! All the major belligerents would be the same, but instead of humans, they would be different fantastical kingdoms.
German Empire: Werewolves
Austria-Hungary: Centaurs
Belgium: Merfolk
France: Vampires
Great Britain: Gargoyles
Serbia: Goblins
Russia: Yetis
Ottoman Empire: Sphinxes
If we wanted to start the war at a later phase, we could include the US as well. This is obviously a rough outline, and I would use elaborate in more detail if anyone has interest in something like this.
German Empire: Werewolves
Austria-Hungary: Centaurs
Belgium: Merfolk
France: Vampires
Great Britain: Gargoyles
Serbia: Goblins
Russia: Yetis
Ottoman Empire: Sphinxes
If we wanted to start the war at a later phase, we could include the US as well. This is obviously a rough outline, and I would use elaborate in more detail if anyone has interest in something like this.
Eddy and his pointy ears lay dying in so much orange juice. He could feel his life force ebbing away. Eddy and his pointy ears slowly ascended to the heavens. Or so he thought. With a snap, his Pointy Ears detached themselves and fluttered into the Great Beyond. Eddy without his pointy ears fell, screaming, as he descended lower into the hellfire. His cries of damnation gurgled in the orange juice, and his salad had achieved absolute zero. He tried to free himself, only to be drug back down by the raccoons, who then sodomized him one by one.
Meanwhile, the Pointy Ears began to glow. They were taking on their true form, the form of another deity who was not yet known in this age. The radiant Pointy Ears flashed once, and a new figure stood in that basement. Rapturius the Swagnostic was born.
Meanwhile, the Pointy Ears began to glow. They were taking on their true form, the form of another deity who was not yet known in this age. The radiant Pointy Ears flashed once, and a new figure stood in that basement. Rapturius the Swagnostic was born.
Eddy and his pointy ears was a bit unsure about all of this cock worship. No one had even offered to buy him dinner yet. With some hesitation, he touched the regal rod before him. The light emitting from its spout erupted into blinding light. His retinas were scorched, and Eddy and his pointy ears screamed out with great angst. He collapsed to the floor, blinded.
From that Great Cock emerged all too familiar loins. Mentulla Phallican's loins smiled at his summoners, and now soon to be sacrifices.
From that Great Cock emerged all too familiar loins. Mentulla Phallican's loins smiled at his summoners, and now soon to be sacrifices.
Eddy and his pointy ears looked around the room and suddenly realized that everyone had been stuck in suspended animation for days. Free from the shackles of this universe, Eddy and his pointy ears opened a temporal rift in the middle of the room. He grabbed Tony and his American Eagle shirt and threw him through time and space. The subtle odor of Axe body spray was the only sign he had ever existed at all.
After rummaging though all the drawers and taking everyone's gum, Eddy and his pointy ears headed to the boiler room in the basement of St. Vincent. Phasing the locked door out of this reality, he was met by the screams of the damned and blood soaked goat entrails hanging from every inch of the room. In the corner, a phallic alter was erected, the tip burning with a most intense light. Eddy and his pointy ears knew something was wrong here. He was going to need help.
After rummaging though all the drawers and taking everyone's gum, Eddy and his pointy ears headed to the boiler room in the basement of St. Vincent. Phasing the locked door out of this reality, he was met by the screams of the damned and blood soaked goat entrails hanging from every inch of the room. In the corner, a phallic alter was erected, the tip burning with a most intense light. Eddy and his pointy ears knew something was wrong here. He was going to need help.
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