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Gelatinous Cube
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STATUS: Rest In Peace Akira Toriyama. A huge part of so many childhoods. His legacy lives on stronger than ever. 12 mos ago
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Rest In Peace Akira Toriyama. A huge part of so many childhoods. His legacy lives on stronger than ever.
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Better yet, make a new game somehow bringing Halligan and Briggs from Limbo of the Lost together
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"I'm bleeding, making me the victor."
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I'll do my next post once morning comes.
Unless we're happy for me to skip ahead so I can post now?
Unless we're happy for me to skip ahead so I can post now?
Bought a whole stack of Cd's while I was on holidays, and among them were John Carpenter's Lost Themes albums. I've always loved this composition, and this version tops the original effortlessly.
I'm back too!
I will have a post up soon, introducing a new antagonist.
I will have a post up soon, introducing a new antagonist.
Could be.
Kinda glad, I've been unavailable for a while so at least I didn't miss anything.
Kinda glad, I've been unavailable for a while so at least I didn't miss anything.
Jon Anderson is 71 years old, and he sounds as good as he did back in 1971.
Quinn nodded slowly but did not look up at her.
Instead, he went slowly over to his things, sure to keep his hands visible as possible. He placed his revolver and his machete on the table in the middle of the room, and slid them towards Jake.
He went back to his pack and adjusted it as best he could to make it halfway comfortable.
"I accept to having a guard on me, if that would make anybody feel better."
He lay his head down, turned away from the group, and pulled his poncho over him like a blanket. The day had been long, and frightfully violent. Tension had worn him down and he was finally ready to feel the depths of his exhaustion.
Let tomorrow come and sunlight shed some new perspective on this undeniably shitty situation.
Instead, he went slowly over to his things, sure to keep his hands visible as possible. He placed his revolver and his machete on the table in the middle of the room, and slid them towards Jake.
He went back to his pack and adjusted it as best he could to make it halfway comfortable.
"I accept to having a guard on me, if that would make anybody feel better."
He lay his head down, turned away from the group, and pulled his poncho over him like a blanket. The day had been long, and frightfully violent. Tension had worn him down and he was finally ready to feel the depths of his exhaustion.
Let tomorrow come and sunlight shed some new perspective on this undeniably shitty situation.
Just want to let everyone know that from friday, I'm on holidays for two weeks. I could probably still post, but don't rely on me. :)
Hope this is alright. I'll update it with a picture when I find the right one.
Name: Edward Harmon
Age: 47
Gender: Male
Personality: Edward at first comes across a little...unhinged. Get to know him however, and you'll find out his head head is screwed on just fine and that he's just a bit of a free spirit. Albeit one with an almost frightening drive and intense passion for what he wants to achieve, even if that passion tends to burn itself out quickly a lot of the time.
Appearance:
Brand: Murder, Arson, Anarchy, Treason, Theft, Blasphemy.
Backstory: Edward grew up not too far from Kansas, a city that became a religious fortress. They definitely followed in the footsteps of medieval catholic practice. The smell of burning heretics used to carry on the wind. He was just another slum rat, scraping a living together rather unscrupulously. He learned how to fight by being viciously and repeatedly beaten and flogged from age nine to fifteen.
He developed among a large, but not at all close-knit "family" of what the religious folk of Kansas called Heretics. Really just people who despised the iron grip of religion that was exerting too much control over the common people.
They slowly, but surely armed themselves. Through a lot of trial and error and several difficult negotiations with smugglers and arms dealers, a small group of them managed to formulate a plan.
It all came down to a single moment. Edward's thumb was millimeters from pressing down the trigger of the detonator that would incinerate the Great Kansas Church, and with it the leader of their brutal regime. They had underestimated their enemy and overestimated their own abilities. They should have known it was all wrong the moment they had to start shooting. If only they'd retreated and come back another day.
Equipment:
- A 20 Gauge Pump Action Shotgun w/16 shells
- Rope
- Three canteens of varying size filled with water
- Some dented tins of food, all missing labels
- Crowbar
- An unreliable flashlight
- Basic med-kit
Goal: Once the fire in his eyes burned out about taking Kansas down, and he was exiled out into the wastes, he just tried to survive for a while. Rumors began to gain traction of the "Branded Haven". With no better goal before him, he has devoted himself to finding the place, welcoming anyone who wants to join him so long as they don't pray to anyone or anything.
Name: Edward Harmon
Age: 47
Gender: Male
Personality: Edward at first comes across a little...unhinged. Get to know him however, and you'll find out his head head is screwed on just fine and that he's just a bit of a free spirit. Albeit one with an almost frightening drive and intense passion for what he wants to achieve, even if that passion tends to burn itself out quickly a lot of the time.
Appearance:
Brand: Murder, Arson, Anarchy, Treason, Theft, Blasphemy.
Backstory: Edward grew up not too far from Kansas, a city that became a religious fortress. They definitely followed in the footsteps of medieval catholic practice. The smell of burning heretics used to carry on the wind. He was just another slum rat, scraping a living together rather unscrupulously. He learned how to fight by being viciously and repeatedly beaten and flogged from age nine to fifteen.
He developed among a large, but not at all close-knit "family" of what the religious folk of Kansas called Heretics. Really just people who despised the iron grip of religion that was exerting too much control over the common people.
They slowly, but surely armed themselves. Through a lot of trial and error and several difficult negotiations with smugglers and arms dealers, a small group of them managed to formulate a plan.
It all came down to a single moment. Edward's thumb was millimeters from pressing down the trigger of the detonator that would incinerate the Great Kansas Church, and with it the leader of their brutal regime. They had underestimated their enemy and overestimated their own abilities. They should have known it was all wrong the moment they had to start shooting. If only they'd retreated and come back another day.
Equipment:
- A 20 Gauge Pump Action Shotgun w/16 shells
- Rope
- Three canteens of varying size filled with water
- Some dented tins of food, all missing labels
- Crowbar
- An unreliable flashlight
- Basic med-kit
Goal: Once the fire in his eyes burned out about taking Kansas down, and he was exiled out into the wastes, he just tried to survive for a while. Rumors began to gain traction of the "Branded Haven". With no better goal before him, he has devoted himself to finding the place, welcoming anyone who wants to join him so long as they don't pray to anyone or anything.
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