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Current Purple Guy?!
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Bogos Binted?
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When I said stuff the turkey I didn't mean it like THAT!
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Cowboy Bebop will forever hit me in the nostalgia.
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I'm at a new low in my life and sometimes I don't feel like getting up.
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// PST 9:00 AM - 9:00 PM // Male - Canadian - 25yo //


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awesome!

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Sweet! I'll generate a few loyal buckos tommorrow evening. They will, generally speaking, not be very smart or wise or possibly just really lazy, so these characters will defer to your judgement on challenges that come up. You can direct them and make requests of them, but if you mistreat them and they catch on, it might get back to the local town that you're a dangerous party to work with.

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That's the exact vibe I get from this adventure too. Makes me want to re-watch the animated series since I'm not very skilled at the game :p although Vampire Survivors just released a crossover for Castlevania which I'm working up to.


I BEEN PLAYING VAMPIRE SURVIVORS TOO
Making one would be nice, since I'm never great at manning two characters in a written format. But I could try..Just yea. Also I get Castlevania vibes from this and it's pretty awesome.


After the round of cheers, tipped glasses and all the cheery back-and-forth had not to mention the amount of alcohol imbibed the day's end in sight all in all Clive was left in good spirits, yet there was something that kept nagging at him like a pesky little fly buzzing round' a stable horses head "Now I hate to break up such a fine little 'swah-ray' such as this but I'm thinkin' I need to get some air.." the southerner put the word 'soiree' in air quotes, wiggling his fingers jokingly with a good natured chuckle excusing himself from the table.

"Oh and before I mosey on for a bit-" Clive spoke up regarding the newcomer Alison as his chair squeaked when he got up, habitually reaching for where he would normally hang his hat before snorting and remembering he in fact lost it awhile ago.

Clive clicked his tongue, shaking his head slightly at his own forgetfulness "Glad to see a new face, specially' one from the land o' the free..We'll have to chat sometime bout things never been to the big city myself so hearin' it from you sure would be nice...Nice to talk bout home at least." with that said Clive bid the rest of his friends goodbye for the time being leaving the tavern and stepping into the street, where he wandered for awhile alone with his thoughts...

His nagging thoughts, thoughts of what had become of him...Of what had become of those pale faces he saw...Alone, looking up at the sky Clive breathed a ragged sigh "God...I dunno if you can hear me but why?" he muttered running a hand through his hair "Why can't I just forget." he just wanted to go back to being himself, before he died twice now. Before he'd fought Zigmund...Seen all those ghosts, before experiencing the nothingness of the void.

His mind wandered like the rugged heels of his boots as he made his way through the lonely road he walked upon, he wondered for a second remembering strangers around him when he awoke 'In my own grave...' Clive thought to himself with a quick shudder, whoever they were there must have been a reason for whatever the heck they did. Folks out and about were giving him some odd looks so with a shake of his head and a deep breath the Texan pushed aside the thoughts he was having for another time.

I'm more than a little busy rn but I'll try to get a post out.
ohoho what's this here on the ol' interest check hmmmm (◕‿◕❋)

so long as you're down with playing 2 characters to assuage my guilt about how possibly lethal the undead mansion is *cough*


I'll be down for that, familiar with the old school rules myself. I'll look at making stuff in a bit though I'm busy this evening.
What's this mine eye spots? Big sadge. No spot :'(
Posted guys hope you all have a good weekend, and @Saiyan a bit of a moment shared between Zell and Clive.


The broad-shouldered southerner leaned with one arm on the table "Clive, does that horse of yours need feeding? Where does it go when it's not around?" the farmer grunted amused by the question and thankful for the distraction from his otherwise pleasant thoughts he had been having.

"Well, I reckon old Daisy if she was off somewhere an' I were her I'd be lookin' for some good feed or startin' some mischief but I'm pretty sure she just is not here when I ain't called her she." Clive scratched the nape of his neck, he didn't really know how or why he could call upon the spirit of his riding horse and couldn't really explain everything as even he didn't fully understand the extent of his abilities β€œYou seem a more than capable rider,” the armored man chimed in, Barracker seemed more interested in the topic than Zell β€œWhen you rid off to find help at Cherrad, you got there and back to us in a flash.” nodding the Texan chuckled, shrugging a bit "She were always a bit fast on the track, maybe it paid off in heaven if horses go there but my dear old ma' might not agree."

It seemed drinks had run out quicker than a desert oasis drying up "Clive, fancy giving us a hand?" ever the type to offer a hand, without needing to say anything the southern man simply grunted standing up from his seat and moseyed on over to the bar to help the Englishman fetch another round of drinks for their friends "Hey, thanks, by the way..." raising an eyebrow Clive listened to Zell "... for upstairs. For understanding and - you know - not making a big deal about it." he snorted a laugh, roughly clapping a hand on Zell's shoulder as they waited for their drinks "Shucks, there ain't no need for gratitude you'd have done the same were the roles reversed sides' sometimes a knock in the head is what we fellers need every once in awhile."

"So... are you enjoying Valhiem, then?" for once the farmers face fell a bit, the question though simple brought Clive back to his original thoughts "I won't lie to you boy, sometimes I don't know what's really happening in the place I did dang well die...But with ya'll I've been able to do a lot of good for this strange world I guess."

"Well undead or not, we’ll show that Saladin some good ol’ Texas hospitality and then some." the farmer laughed shaking himself from the gloom he felt, but behind that there was something else he wasn't saying but for the time being the two had drinks to be bringing back to the table.
I have plans too but I'll see about getting something up today.
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This statement has reminded me of a highly concerning fact regarding the Feywild and the passage of time.


Oh shit it's gonna look like Gamma World by the time we get back
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