He's convinced it's the emperor's diary. Other than that, waiting for posts.
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Tsukimichi Moonlit Fantasy has an ordinary-looking MC that to the world he'd been Isekai'd to, the humans find him incredibly ugly.
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I have the flu. Wheee.
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Gkids did a special theater showing of My Neighbor Totoro, tonight was the last night. Pity.
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Heaven has exactly one lawyer, but don't tell anyone. Mary Todd's still looking for him.
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Woke up Christmas night and there was Santa glaring at me from the door. At least I think it was Santa. We had a marine neighbor, or maybe it was dad? Only neither one had a beard.
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I am a seven-foot tall minecraft-playing hindu guru drag-queen alien.
Possessor of an Ancient Device™ Model 17. No, I don't know what it does. No, you can't play with it.
Pronouns: It. As in: "What is it? What does it want? Why is it here? Oh my god, it's got my... <insert random body part or object here>"
Likes: World Domination, Writing, Rpg, scifi/fantasy, anime, sketchup 3d models, and anime music videos.
Companions: a host of characters from other games, my personal muse Penny (as in Bad), and the Badger gang - Toothpick, Buttons, Shark, and Mongo. They grew up in the balcony of an old theatre that played a lot of gangster movies. Normally benign, but may invade the OOC forums.
Possessor of an Ancient Device™ Model 17. No, I don't know what it does. No, you can't play with it.
Pronouns: It. As in: "What is it? What does it want? Why is it here? Oh my god, it's got my... <insert random body part or object here>"
Likes: World Domination, Writing, Rpg, scifi/fantasy, anime, sketchup 3d models, and anime music videos.
Companions: a host of characters from other games, my personal muse Penny (as in Bad), and the Badger gang - Toothpick, Buttons, Shark, and Mongo. They grew up in the balcony of an old theatre that played a lot of gangster movies. Normally benign, but may invade the OOC forums.
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@TheNoCoKid - I don't suppose I could talk you into putting noparse tags at the top and bottom so we can copy the character sheet form directly?
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Hello again.
[center][h1]Hello[/h1]
Hello again.
You are about to pass through a gateway.
It may disturb you.
It may disturb you.
It scares the willies out of me. Hang on!
Welcome to the guild, we hope you enjoy your time here.
Off the top of my head, there's probably a lack of usable runways, so likely flying some sort of Vertical Take-off & Landing or Short Take-off & Landing. Perhaps some new generation of Harrier JumpJets...
But with the alien invasion angle, 80's, and anime - perhaps some sort of transforming aircraft based partially on alien tech like they had in the anime Robotech / Macross? It's a plane, it's a half-plane with legs, it's a 50' tall mecha with a gun.
Watch out for tanks.
Just a thought.
But with the alien invasion angle, 80's, and anime - perhaps some sort of transforming aircraft based partially on alien tech like they had in the anime Robotech / Macross? It's a plane, it's a half-plane with legs, it's a 50' tall mecha with a gun.
Watch out for tanks.
Just a thought.
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hopefully this will help inspire them...?
Is there a calendar? Or a list of kings?
@Rosellangel@Red Wizard
I don't know if this will help, but there's a lot of stuff that was falling. Including my iron coffer. Look out, below!
@Rosellangel@Red Wizard
I don't know if this will help, but there's a lot of stuff that was falling. Including my iron coffer. Look out, below!
Cian eyed Gangraena curiously. It sounded female within, but the scent of her wasn't stirring her hunger. It carried a massive anchor and chain as if it was nothing but a toy, but prattled on, laughing. She might even be strong enough to carry her iron coffer with her inside, should it have come down like the woman's anchor.
Why did it not introduce itself? Was the armor a clue? She looked like a giant iron snapping turtle. Was she expected to know who she was? And why talk to her at all? Could they not see the brand her mistress burned into her chest? Yet she took no airs. A most unusual person. Possibly...a useful person?
The vampire bowed her head slightly, as if it was perfectly ordinary to greet visitors while standing half-naked on the edge of a river while bathing. Well, unusual for others. Mor did like to demonstrate the cleanliness of her... staff.
"Good woman, I am honored to make your acquaintance. I am Cian, a humble servant late of the House of Donovani. Until recently, I was a prisoner, so please accept my apologies for not knowing who you are, I am deeply ashamed of that."
The vampire pauses, her brow furling before finally shaking her head. "My apologies, again. I know not of these 'wardens' of which you speak. What are they? What do they ward? Why did that one command us? I fear I have no idea how long I've been...away."
Why did it not introduce itself? Was the armor a clue? She looked like a giant iron snapping turtle. Was she expected to know who she was? And why talk to her at all? Could they not see the brand her mistress burned into her chest? Yet she took no airs. A most unusual person. Possibly...a useful person?
The vampire bowed her head slightly, as if it was perfectly ordinary to greet visitors while standing half-naked on the edge of a river while bathing. Well, unusual for others. Mor did like to demonstrate the cleanliness of her... staff.
"Good woman, I am honored to make your acquaintance. I am Cian, a humble servant late of the House of Donovani. Until recently, I was a prisoner, so please accept my apologies for not knowing who you are, I am deeply ashamed of that."
The vampire pauses, her brow furling before finally shaking her head. "My apologies, again. I know not of these 'wardens' of which you speak. What are they? What do they ward? Why did that one command us? I fear I have no idea how long I've been...away."
"Miles McClelland," the officer said, giving him a glance before returning to the PADD in his hands. "Chief Engineer, assigned to the USS Tucker. You have immediate transit orders, report to Transporter Room three within thirty minutes."
"USS Tucker, transporter room three, thirty minutes," Miles repeated back with a nod, a Gaelic lilt to his voice. "Aye aye, sir."
Immediate transit orders meant Star Fleet Command already considered him late. He strode away, shaking his head. He as already older than most of them, gathering many a curious look by his classmates, and was leaned on in the engineering classes to demonstrate. Of course, Miles knew the other reason was the instructors hoped to catch him in a mistake, so they could point out the dangers of lax familiarity.
He smirked slightly. Any "lax familiarity" was beaten out of him by the CHENG of the USS Wolf, a Kremlin-class survey ship under Captain Schuster. No, Lee Killough had taught him well, including how to anticipate.
He pressed his thumb into the panel and heard the click of the locker door. Behind it, his travel bag was ready to go. Pulling it out, he headed towards the transporters.
"USS Tucker, transporter room three, thirty minutes," Miles repeated back with a nod, a Gaelic lilt to his voice. "Aye aye, sir."
Immediate transit orders meant Star Fleet Command already considered him late. He strode away, shaking his head. He as already older than most of them, gathering many a curious look by his classmates, and was leaned on in the engineering classes to demonstrate. Of course, Miles knew the other reason was the instructors hoped to catch him in a mistake, so they could point out the dangers of lax familiarity.
He smirked slightly. Any "lax familiarity" was beaten out of him by the CHENG of the USS Wolf, a Kremlin-class survey ship under Captain Schuster. No, Lee Killough had taught him well, including how to anticipate.
He pressed his thumb into the panel and heard the click of the locker door. Behind it, his travel bag was ready to go. Pulling it out, he headed towards the transporters.
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