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7 yrs ago
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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7 yrs ago
Finals Destination
7 yrs ago
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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7 yrs ago
I'm ready for a great year!
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8 yrs ago
Finals Destination

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"Me trying to get through Finals."

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?! - Deep in the Forest surrounding Home


The deeper one entered the forest, the quieter it got. Sunlight would dim, sounds of nature would cease, and the trees grew closer and closer together. The only source of illumination came from needle-thin beams of light that found it's way past the endless sky of leaves. Even the more darker, vile creatures of the forest seemed no longer present. It was as if the forest was as empty as the town they lived in.

"CHAAAAAAAAAAARGE!!!"

Only a few yards away from the duo, camouflaged within thick trees, a shadow twice the size of a man staggered back before them. The hulking monstrosity swatted the air in front of itself, like a bee attack. But ultimately, the beast fell with a quaking defeat, trembling the ground around it. With it's form motionless, the small creature continued to drive its axe into the monster's chest. Again and again and again and again. Finally, the axe stayed in, its attacker finally through with his pin cushion. Silence filled the forest once more, save for the faint panting of the tiny warrior. He sat crossed-legged on the limp arm of his kill, wiping away the blood that got on his hat.

Then his gaze, or his good eye, met with two other figures hidden in the trees. His back erected. Two shadows. Two intruders.
So sorry everyone, I haven't been posting in a while. I'll get something up as soon as I can this afternoon!
I was a Dota person before League. I'd still be a Dota person, had they not nerfed my main/favorite character into the ground and left them to rot for two years

@Vocalia Granted. As long as this 'battle' doesn't grow too large. ;3
@Chaotic Chao

No, sorry.
King Pridemoor - ???


His eyes flashed open as he rose off his back. He sat in a world of darkness, no light to reflect on his golden armor. The man scanned his chest: it was clean of broken taco shells and ketchup. Before he could rejoice however, gray clouds parted before him as a horrofic monstrosity floated through an ethereal light.



"Alright, champ, come on," It waved it's scythe at Pridemoor as he scooted away in fright, "I'm a busy man."
"W-What?! I can't die! My birthday is in two weeks!"
"... call today your 'Deathday' then? Last guy had a cupcake, I mean, you can have it."
Pridemoor, in denial-fueled rage, jumped to a stand as he prodded a finger into the spirit's chest. "You're telling me I died because I tripped on dirt?"
"No. From embarrassment."
"What?!" The king's voice raised an octave as he reeled back from him, "That's not- That's not even possible!"
"Yeah it is." The spirit sat on it's scythe. As he did so, his form rocked back and forth like it was a swing. "Increased heart rate. Too much sugar from all the Ketchup. And, more prominent, the feeling of actually wanting to die. You know, the moments where you spew food all over your date's face and you're like, 'good golly I just wanna die!'. You think those requests don't get heard? I'm busy but I also keep an ear out."

"Well, I don't want to die!"
"... sigh, come on man. I brought out the scythe and everything."
"I don't want to die!"
"It's really hard to get it out. I have to float like into three other dimensions to pickup the thing."
"I don't!"
"You were french-kissed by a robot, dude. Do you want to go back to that?"
"I DON'T WANT TO-"

"Fine," The spirit rolled its sockets as it flipped through a large, gray dusty book, "We'll just say you passed out from the trip. Good for your character, right? This was all a hallucination anyway."
"It was?"

King Pridemoor - Exterior Sheriff's Office


Right as he regained consiousness, he was thrown into a tumble by a large blast of water. He slammed against the side of the building, and when it ended, slid down it like a rag doll. It cleaned his armor of the mushed-up tacos at least. When the water weakened to a drizzle, he secured his helmet over his mouth frantically. "How dare you! I-I j-just- Give me my cape!" Pridemoor marched across the drenched soil, draped his soggy red robe over his shoulders, and stormed down the path.

Where Pridemoor was struck against the wall, a gooey, wet, brown blob stuck mushed next to it. There were dots of color in it, like sprinkles, and sticking out of it was something resembling a candle.
Sorry for not throwing out a post today, for those who were waiting on me. I'll try to get on going as soon as I can tomorrow. :)

@Vocalia

Yeah, I'd say so.
@Raddum

If he used actual King Crab though.
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