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    1. Fubsy 9 yrs ago

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7 yrs ago
Current Who needs Aquaman when you have real superheroes like Mermaidman and Barnacleboy.
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7 yrs ago
Contrary to what anyone says, As Fuck is a reliable unit of measurement.
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7 yrs ago
"Write drunk, edit sober," is a viable strategy until you realize anything you write just divulges into offbeat ramblings.
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7 yrs ago
There's nothing like finishing a good book at 4 in the morning.
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7 yrs ago
Blob Fish > All
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@Polaris North
Hmm...good question lol. It's possibly possible. ;)
Roane


Roane grimaced as Lyth recklessly bounded to the outlaw's platter, bumping into and startling those in his way. With as much shame as a hungry wyvern could muster--which wasn't very much in the first place--he began to scarf up the meats with gluttonous joy. A low groan crawled out of Roane's throat as she stared in dismay.

"Gods, Lyth, have a bit of decency," she grumbled, though the wyvern barely paid attention. "There's royalty present! Lyth..."

With an apologetic smile, she maneuvered her way through the gathered fighters, muttering, "Sorry," and "Pardon," all the while. At last she made her way to her companion, the platter before him completely clean of crumbs and all. She gave Taka a small smile and wave, the beginnings of another apology on her tongue before the Outlaw headed away for more food. Her smile dropped and she cast Lyth a scolding look, only to be met with the draconic equivalent of a careless shrug. Roane rolled her eyes, though the corners of her mouth twitched upwards her so slightly.

However, the smile dropped as a creaky voice carried around the bonfire. A cloaked figure stood by, his black robes faintly illuminated orange by the flickering light of the flames. His face was somber, his ominous words bringing little comfort to the already anxious wyvern rider. Lyth stopped, lifting his head and moving his tail almost protectively around Roane. A low growl, just loud enough for only Roane to hear, rumbled in his throat. Roane laid a gentle hand on his hide, the knot in her stomach tight.

"Pardon me, Sir," she called hesitantly with a small bow, "but who are you? Were you called as well?"
@Tom Lyon
I like 'em. It's interesting to see the team in a tactical viewpoint. ;)
@MarsAdept
When all else fails, screaming "Duck!" and catapulting the team heavy usually does the trick.
Eh, why not. Count me in, friend! ;)
I love the idea that Paul is actually consulting the chaos gods whenever he gets a sheet.


What if he is the Chaos God. >_>
Been a while since I've joined an animal RP. ;D Count me in.
@Darkmoon Angel
Welcome to the Guild!
I'm sure you'll have a grand ol' time here. ;) If you have questions, wanna chat, or looking to RP, don't be afraid to hit me up.
Happy Halloween, and see you around!
Happy Halloween, friends! Remember: the best candy comes from big, white vans. ;)
@Penryn
Welcome back to the Guild!
As the old saying goes, "Once you go Guild, it stays in the Guild."
Or something along those lines. ;D If you ever wanna chat or RP, don the be afraid to hit me up.
See you around!
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