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Jotunn Draugr
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STATUS: I'm so horny, the crack of dawn better be careful around me. 8 yrs ago
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I'm so horny, the crack of dawn better be careful around me.
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Kinkshaming other kinks is my kink, so don't kinkshame my kinkshaming kink.
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Grab life by the p***y
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Fitness? More like Fit'n'ess whole pizza in my mouth!
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ALRIGHT! THAT'S IT! WHICH ONE OF YOU MOTHERFUCKERS STOLE MY FUCKING... OH! There it is...
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Canadian English Teacher
Deep fascination with anything relating to medieval Europe, or ancient Greece
Deep fascination with anything relating to medieval Europe, or ancient Greece
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Emma Watson isn't attractive
Now that really IS an unpopular opinion.
Normally, when a woman starts saying stupid things, it's a huge turnoff. However, Emma Watson is somehow immune to this effect. She continues to spew ridiculous, privileged-white-girl bullshit, but is just as hot as ever... I don't get it.
Daniel Radcliffe is a cuck of the highest order.
Rupert Grint (guy who played Ron Weasley) is pretty awesome, actually. No complaints.
Daniel Radcliffe is a cuck of the highest order.
Rupert Grint (guy who played Ron Weasley) is pretty awesome, actually. No complaints.
Gunther is a talented artist
Okay guys, I'll soon be out of the country for a month, and won't be able to post here. Assuming this thread is still alive when I come back, I'll be posting again in August.
Best of luck to you guys!
Best of luck to you guys!
Samantha Bee is a talentless hack, who's only given work to:
A. make her company look more inclusive
B. be a familiar face that can push a radical left-wing agenda to impressionable viewers
Notice she's not employed for her... ahem... "skills" as a comedian.
A. make her company look more inclusive
B. be a familiar face that can push a radical left-wing agenda to impressionable viewers
Notice she's not employed for her... ahem... "skills" as a comedian.
Knowing Only Danger, We'll Stand Apart
C O D B P S
C O D B P S
@Jotunn Draugr Speaking of working together, do you want to do a collab for the fight?
Actually, I'm getting a bit tight on time right now. It might be better if you go ahead or find someone else to help. I'll be leaving the country this Friday.
Sorry. Assuming the RP is still alive when I come back, I'd love to do a proper collab with you then.
@Jotunn Draugr
Enjoyed your post.
1st, where the heck is 16 on the map.
Ignore part of this as I re-read part of your post. Derp on my part!
Anywho, ill have a reply up in the next few days. Holidays n such.
Haha all good. I'm the teal rectangle near the middle of the galaxy, and my missionaries are entering into your territory. Although, if you're interested in coming into my neck of the woods, I could use an excuse to reroute my fleet from the Second Imperium, as I haven't heard back from him.
Edit: If you've got the time, I recommend that you skim my first post, earlier up on the same page of the IC, just so you've got a better idea of who'll you'll be interacting with. The Archpriest is somewhere between the Pope, The Speaker Of The House (in government), and Darth Vader.
The Royal Fleet of Rhodull, True Division, Inner SURTR Space
The fleet was cruising ahead at sub-light-speed, and the majority of crew were already in stasis. The journey would't be too long, once they made the jump, but the True didn't respond well to warp-speed. The residual energy fields created by the Human technology caused a great deal of disorientation for them. As such, most True soldiers preferred to sleep through the entire process. One True who preferred to endure the discomfort was Archpriest Rhomaera. He sat, slumped over on a chair that was far too small for him, and beneath a metallic ceiling that was far too low for him. Next to him, seated far more comfortably, was the middle-aged human admiral.
"You know," the man began, "we humans have a saying, passed down from one of the old religions of Earth."
"You Humans are full of sayings", the Archpriest commented, in his usual deep, echoing voice. "We True live far too long, to bother with such things. Each True's life is a legend of its own."
"So how old are you, Archpriest?", the admiral inquired.
"It is difficult for me to say. In my youth, I possessed no calendar. My life was for Rhodull, praises to him, and time was irrelevant. Time matters very little to the True. We measure ourselves not by years, but by those we've converted to the Faith."
"So how many have you converted then?"
"Before I lead the church, when I served Rhodull only as an individual, I converted many thousands. Many, many thousands. Then came the Great Church, and my congregation brought billions into the faith... Now tell me, young Human, what is this 'saying' you hold so dear?"
"It comes from an old, religious wisdom-book, that was once very popular on Earth. It says, that it is one thing to be a fisher-man, but it is far greater to be a fisher of men."
The Archpriest contemplated this for a moment, emitting a low, resonating hum from his exoskeletal head.
"This is what we are, then.", the large alien concluded. "Fishers of men, casting our nets through the fallen Empire."
"I believe we are." The admiral responded calmly.
The Archpriest began his deep, constant hum again, this time for much longer.
"I wish to see this Earth for myself." He resounded, finally. "Admiral, you will report to Rage-Channeler Fen from now on. I will brief him on the mission going forward. I sense the will of Rhodull, and I do not believe he wants me to enter into the Second Imperium. Rather, I must go to the Dominion. To bring the light of Rhodull into the heart of the old Empire... it would be unspeakably glorious. I will depart now, before the fleet enters warp-speed, and I'll be taking this division's flagship, along with three of your warp-capable human vessels."
"As you see fit, honourable Archpriest."
The expressionless, featureless face of the True made it difficult for the admiral to judge his mood, but he believed that Rhomaera was pleased. The tall, imposing Archpriest hoisted himself up from his chair and made his way out of the room, slouching forward so as to not bang his head on the ceiling.
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Days later, the SURTR fleet assembled at their border with the Second Imperium, ready to invade. Meanwhile, Archpriest Rhomaera and his congregation, split between four large ships, made their way into Dominion space.
Dropping out of warp-speed, the stasis chambers opened, and the congregation assembled upon the flagship. The crowd was an even mix of True and Human, with only a couple Herfiligr present. The False were generally prohibited from prosthelytization missions, unless military conflict was expected.
"My brothers", the Archpriest began, "today we bring the unfathomable love of Rhodull, to those who have never known such radiance. Today we extend our hands, in friendship, to the lost. In an age of war, of suffering, of betrayal, we show those around us that their is another path. Now, in Rhodull's holy name, let us go out, and bring millions of new members into our blessed congregation!"
The crowded vessel erupted in chanting "Rho-dull, Rho-dull, Rho-dull".
As the chanting died down, and the service was concluded, the ships branched outward in four different directions, searching for planets to prosthelytize.
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The fleet was cruising ahead at sub-light-speed, and the majority of crew were already in stasis. The journey would't be too long, once they made the jump, but the True didn't respond well to warp-speed. The residual energy fields created by the Human technology caused a great deal of disorientation for them. As such, most True soldiers preferred to sleep through the entire process. One True who preferred to endure the discomfort was Archpriest Rhomaera. He sat, slumped over on a chair that was far too small for him, and beneath a metallic ceiling that was far too low for him. Next to him, seated far more comfortably, was the middle-aged human admiral.
"You know," the man began, "we humans have a saying, passed down from one of the old religions of Earth."
"You Humans are full of sayings", the Archpriest commented, in his usual deep, echoing voice. "We True live far too long, to bother with such things. Each True's life is a legend of its own."
"So how old are you, Archpriest?", the admiral inquired.
"It is difficult for me to say. In my youth, I possessed no calendar. My life was for Rhodull, praises to him, and time was irrelevant. Time matters very little to the True. We measure ourselves not by years, but by those we've converted to the Faith."
"So how many have you converted then?"
"Before I lead the church, when I served Rhodull only as an individual, I converted many thousands. Many, many thousands. Then came the Great Church, and my congregation brought billions into the faith... Now tell me, young Human, what is this 'saying' you hold so dear?"
"It comes from an old, religious wisdom-book, that was once very popular on Earth. It says, that it is one thing to be a fisher-man, but it is far greater to be a fisher of men."
The Archpriest contemplated this for a moment, emitting a low, resonating hum from his exoskeletal head.
"This is what we are, then.", the large alien concluded. "Fishers of men, casting our nets through the fallen Empire."
"I believe we are." The admiral responded calmly.
The Archpriest began his deep, constant hum again, this time for much longer.
"I wish to see this Earth for myself." He resounded, finally. "Admiral, you will report to Rage-Channeler Fen from now on. I will brief him on the mission going forward. I sense the will of Rhodull, and I do not believe he wants me to enter into the Second Imperium. Rather, I must go to the Dominion. To bring the light of Rhodull into the heart of the old Empire... it would be unspeakably glorious. I will depart now, before the fleet enters warp-speed, and I'll be taking this division's flagship, along with three of your warp-capable human vessels."
"As you see fit, honourable Archpriest."
The expressionless, featureless face of the True made it difficult for the admiral to judge his mood, but he believed that Rhomaera was pleased. The tall, imposing Archpriest hoisted himself up from his chair and made his way out of the room, slouching forward so as to not bang his head on the ceiling.
___________________________________________________________________
Days later, the SURTR fleet assembled at their border with the Second Imperium, ready to invade. Meanwhile, Archpriest Rhomaera and his congregation, split between four large ships, made their way into Dominion space.
Dropping out of warp-speed, the stasis chambers opened, and the congregation assembled upon the flagship. The crowd was an even mix of True and Human, with only a couple Herfiligr present. The False were generally prohibited from prosthelytization missions, unless military conflict was expected.
"My brothers", the Archpriest began, "today we bring the unfathomable love of Rhodull, to those who have never known such radiance. Today we extend our hands, in friendship, to the lost. In an age of war, of suffering, of betrayal, we show those around us that their is another path. Now, in Rhodull's holy name, let us go out, and bring millions of new members into our blessed congregation!"
The crowded vessel erupted in chanting "Rho-dull, Rho-dull, Rho-dull".
As the chanting died down, and the service was concluded, the ships branched outward in four different directions, searching for planets to prosthelytize.
@Monkeypants
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