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Current i like to eat oranges with the peel still on
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i'm always a slut for space pirates
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what the fuck is sex
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Only here to see if anyone's confessed their undying love for me yet
Your attack is embarrassingly unsuccessful, and you are given a sharp kick straight in the face that sends you sprawling, sticky olive blood leaking from your nostrils. You manage a half-distressed, half-enraged snort, and grit your teeth. This is probably a fight to the death now, and you're going to have to be faster on your feet if you want to be the one who walks out of this alive.

You plant your hands on the ground and shove yourself up, lurching to your feet. Then you lower your head, pointing your horns at your adversary, and charge. You headbutt him in the chest and keep on charging until the smaller troll is up against a wall.

You recover from the headbutt, and...oh. Oh, no.

This is way too black. And right off the bat, too. You grunt more to yourself than the handsome stranger and grab his shoulders, slamming him into the wall.
"Jesus fucking Christ, Nick, sit the fuck down. You're getting water on me." Mattie grabbed his arm, still managing to conceal her knife. It was kind of hard work, keeping the damn thing hidden. "I'll tell you in a minute." Shit. She was nervous. Who wouldn't be nervous about cutting off infected pieces of tissue? Ideally, her. Still, she couldn't hold eye contact.
You don't answer, and it might be because you are genuinely wondering if you are out of your mind. You cough and spit a mouthful of gravel onto the ground. This troll's stare is making you extremely nervous, but you don't show it because you can't. If you do, he will perceive your weakness and take advantage of it. So, before he has the opportunity to notice your shifty expression, you retort, "I asked first, dipstick," and brush the pieces of rock out of your hair with a disdainful grimace.

Naturally, your eyes travel down to the pickaxe and your stomach turns. Even though the stranger isn't exactly holding the tool, he may as well be armed. You have to do something.

Forget trying to find out what in the heck this troll is doing: you lunge for the pickaxe.
I'd like to be a Homeworld gem. 8D
@UnknownScarlet4 Not too shabby, got most of the day off due to a professor being sick. How's it going for you apart from the slowness?
Count me in!
@KiltmanBagz OH MAN YES

And Irevir would be totally romantically oblivious for added angst comedic value
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