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Current These are a hectic couple of weeks we're in... If anyone's having a bad time lately, I want you to know that everything is going to be okay, even if it doesn't feel like it!!
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Finals Destination
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We are going through a blizzard in the middle of April. It's been God's ultimate Apri Fools joke since the beginning of the month, he just doesn't know when to end the joke.
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I'm ready for a great year!
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The Super Edgy Serious, Always Fun to RP, Extremely Early Dramatic Death of Sexy King Man
King Pridemoor - Taco Stand... and Tragedy!


Before entering, he made sure to throw his cape behind him. It floofed out as he strolled through the open doorway, the edges of its white fluff rubbing past the frame. Once again, he brought a finger to his helmet's chin as he examined the stand's contents. "But... where are my eggs? My sausage?" He shouldn't have been surprised, as it was extremely hard to gather. Especially without chickens and pigs around. This made Pridemoor upset regardless, puffing his chest up to the ceiling as he averted his gaze from the sheriff. "Unacceptable! My tastes longed for what they longed for, and I wanted not to be disappointed."

His stomach growled. "Though in this rare instance I shall decree a different Pridemoor Special 5#." He hunched back over the stand, finger scanning some of the prepared tacos, "... That one!.. ones..." In a swift motion, the king had an armful of tacos pressed against his chest plate. He stood with his spine erect, with a free hand pointing his staff at Sans. "Sheriff! You have done well to please me this day. And thus, I decree, that you shall get a corner piece of the cake on my special day!" It was quite the decree!... had he not previously decreed Sans to make the cake itself. He bowed elegantly, a taco falling on the floor as he did so. "And with that, I leave you to... whatever you peasants do when I'm not around. Farewell!" Pridemoor waved himself off as he left through the front door.

However, TRAGEDY. For as your valiant ruler walked into the sunlight, his cape! Snagged on a loose nail! And as it tugged him back, Pridemoor lost his balance and tripped face first into the grass with a loud crunch.

GASP! THE HORROR!


He laid there motionless, his helmeted head turned into the mud as he twitched occasionally. From underneath him... red liquid began to pool.
King Pridemoor - Exterior Sheriff's Office


"Man of Bones," Knocking returned to the sheriff's door, but much more elegantly than before. For indeed, it was not by the brute force of a hammer, but the delicate whacks of Pridemoor's royal golden staff. "Your ruler, King Pridemoor, humbly sentences you to craft for him the newly decreed 'Pridemoor Special #5'. It shall be crispy and juicy, and will overthrow the might of 'Pridemoor Specials #3 and #2', but not to be greater than the 'Pridemoor Original #1'. That, I save for my special day..." The king had resorted to leaning on his staff as he spoke, lifting a hand in the air to visualize his words to the sheriff's door.

"And I plead you hurry, for as your king's stomach rumbles, this village's welfare is on standby!" Oh, poor poor king! With the grumble in his tumble, how is Pridemoor to keep his Kingdom of Home running. This was quite urgent indeed...

((Please excuse my small post. I'm swamped with work tonight. :S))
ARE KING CRAB TACOS NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU?!


no
We need a character that likes royalty and can prepare King Crab.
I'll try to get my post up asap.

I was pretty set in stone about Pridemoor. I've been dying to play him forever. Before Kled though, I was gonna pick League's version of Wukong. Though that's kinda overpowered character-wise...
King Pridemoor - Home's Streets


The pounding of wood broke the silence of a peaceful morning. It echoed off the exterior of the library's front doors and into the streets. After a few moments, the banging of wood repeated, but this time on Fuma's door. This went on for an hour as something went door to door, knocks heavy enough to cause splinters. Could it be something that crawled out of the forest?

No, it was just your king.

Standing before the small house on the small hill, your king in golden armor, with royal grace, pounded a piece of paper into it's door. Pridemoor had some trifles with the woman in the past, but surely, all peasants, Jinx or not, deserved a seat at his royal feast. And this was no regular round table! "And with that," Pridemoor twirled to face the empty streets of Home, "My royal birthday guest list is complete!" On the door behind him, nailed into the wood, was a piece of red construction paper. It spoke gloriously of Pridemoor's upcoming birthday party. This would have been rather delightful to receive,

had he not done this three times earlier this week. Once again, every door in Home had it's own invitation nailed into it. But this time you knew it was legit. He did his own macaroni art, depicting what was supposed to be Pridemoor eating what was supposed to be a slice of cake. Having fulfilled his political agenda, he threw the hammer and nails into the yard behind him. "Now I am hungry..." He rubbed the chin of his helmet in thought, "To the taco stand! The man of bones will make me a breakfast taco, flour with eggs and sausage! And I shall decree it: The Pridemoor Special #5! With royalty discount, of course!" Babbling in his kingly voice, Pridemoor began to strut down the path, towards the sheriff's office. Surely he was awake at six in the morning.

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