Tomorrow I will.
Quite busy.
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Time flies, right?
25/06/2024
25/06/2024
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I... felt as if something was manipulating the universe. Maybe it was an incarnation of me, maybe it was the narrator. Or something. I guessed that if the writer wasn't around, the whole world would be frozen. Not good spending a week holding a stone. And realising it was just a few seconds.
"Uh, alright Chance." Well, everything got explained rather quickly, as Chance got his claws on the stone. Honestly, I should've saw that coming. Anyway, I had a feeling everyone else felt awkward holding these odd hands, which would probably get them to kill me since I was the one who suggested it.
And then, Carl.
A real son of a bitch in the roleplay, and I never really liked how he was presented. He got what he deserved, manipulating universes and forcing us to fight mirror twins... and, now, this one I have no idea what he's gonna do. I didn't want to know what he would do. Already, as we phased into existence of... the remains of Hollywood, we were confronted by lots of signs. They looked huge, and made quite some time ago. Carl already had a bad time in the roleplay, being explained how he had this god complex or something to some newbie. That was to work against us. For some reason, he managed to anticipate us coming, setting up a whole load of signs and graffiti. Mostly signs. They didn't really fit Hollywood, what with spotlights broken and strangely a few buildings vandalised with celebrity sprays. The landscape was strangely fine, aside from a few burning patches and frozen grass. By looking at the sun, the time was presumably between 9 and 12 am. Still felt kinda tired though.
May God have mercy on us all, if it turned out Carl was the writer. "Well, Robert, let's just go into the tower ahead of us, and get through a lot of traps... yeah, it's gonna happen."
"Uh, alright Chance." Well, everything got explained rather quickly, as Chance got his claws on the stone. Honestly, I should've saw that coming. Anyway, I had a feeling everyone else felt awkward holding these odd hands, which would probably get them to kill me since I was the one who suggested it.
And then, Carl.
A real son of a bitch in the roleplay, and I never really liked how he was presented. He got what he deserved, manipulating universes and forcing us to fight mirror twins... and, now, this one I have no idea what he's gonna do. I didn't want to know what he would do. Already, as we phased into existence of... the remains of Hollywood, we were confronted by lots of signs. They looked huge, and made quite some time ago. Carl already had a bad time in the roleplay, being explained how he had this god complex or something to some newbie. That was to work against us. For some reason, he managed to anticipate us coming, setting up a whole load of signs and graffiti. Mostly signs. They didn't really fit Hollywood, what with spotlights broken and strangely a few buildings vandalised with celebrity sprays. The landscape was strangely fine, aside from a few burning patches and frozen grass. By looking at the sun, the time was presumably between 9 and 12 am. Still felt kinda tired though.
May God have mercy on us all, if it turned out Carl was the writer. "Well, Robert, let's just go into the tower ahead of us, and get through a lot of traps... yeah, it's gonna happen."
Me.
Thankfully, Evanist doesn't seem to keen on playing AoE2 (he's not even online), so I'll stop stalling.
Thankfully, Evanist doesn't seem to keen on playing AoE2 (he's not even online), so I'll stop stalling.
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I still need to post. Not sure about actually getting one up.
I still need to post. Not sure about actually getting one up.
Damn evil. You're too unpredictable. We can't even tell who's actually messing up the world, aside from you and your goons.
After Spruce handed me his Oran berry, I somehow ate it. Maybe I squashed it against my eye, maybe I had a hidden orifice. I wouldn't like to say.
Anyway, the Wailord eyed us as we began to go into the ocean for the second time. At least I felt more confident than usual, already taking in lots of pain and getting stronger. That, and most of my injuries had subsided, with headaches gone and fatigue disappearing. I still had that scar and unusual growth from behind. The Wailord whimpered, but I just told it that "we'd be alright." I didn't know for sure if we wouldn't get mauled again. Despite this, I felt obliged to follow Spruce underwater, now that I had a bubble and Kamina probably followed eagerly.
"Right, we're gonna rescue some Pokemon. Spruce knows what he' doing." Spruce probably expected to share a badge, although I wasn't too sure that would always work. Anyway, I noted how stale the air was getting again, probably because either: the air was recycled somehow, or the air was subjected to the pressure of the ocean. I kinda yawned against the beautiful landscape, since I had already witnessed it the last time we were here. But, I stopped upon seeing a clear juxtaposition underwater.
"Spruce, what in Arceus' name is THAT?!"
...I'm serious. There was a fucking... well, non-Newtonian water was around, and there were buildings in the sea. Not just any buildings, but they were like Escher-style architecture. It was fucked up down there, what with paradoxes, Möbius strips, unlucky Pokemon repeating their movements with slight variation, etc. And above all, there were trees. And, everything was grey. Like Spruce here. I forget he was grey for a bit. I was getting a headache again just by looking at the phenomenon.
After Spruce handed me his Oran berry, I somehow ate it. Maybe I squashed it against my eye, maybe I had a hidden orifice. I wouldn't like to say.
Anyway, the Wailord eyed us as we began to go into the ocean for the second time. At least I felt more confident than usual, already taking in lots of pain and getting stronger. That, and most of my injuries had subsided, with headaches gone and fatigue disappearing. I still had that scar and unusual growth from behind. The Wailord whimpered, but I just told it that "we'd be alright." I didn't know for sure if we wouldn't get mauled again. Despite this, I felt obliged to follow Spruce underwater, now that I had a bubble and Kamina probably followed eagerly.
"Right, we're gonna rescue some Pokemon. Spruce knows what he' doing." Spruce probably expected to share a badge, although I wasn't too sure that would always work. Anyway, I noted how stale the air was getting again, probably because either: the air was recycled somehow, or the air was subjected to the pressure of the ocean. I kinda yawned against the beautiful landscape, since I had already witnessed it the last time we were here. But, I stopped upon seeing a clear juxtaposition underwater.
"Spruce, what in Arceus' name is THAT?!"
...I'm serious. There was a fucking... well, non-Newtonian water was around, and there were buildings in the sea. Not just any buildings, but they were like Escher-style architecture. It was fucked up down there, what with paradoxes, Möbius strips, unlucky Pokemon repeating their movements with slight variation, etc. And above all, there were trees. And, everything was grey. Like Spruce here. I forget he was grey for a bit. I was getting a headache again just by looking at the phenomenon.
Me.
Too bad I'm gonna be delayed for a bit.
Too bad I'm gonna be delayed for a bit.
Anyone else willing to post?
Teknonick said
Thanks Bing! Not Bling. lolBut true, I did always draw out my battles a lot though. But, you know, I really am quiet busy now. Are you sure you want me to join? I would REALLY slow down the RP. A LOT.
Trust me, you won't. We've have to handle delays up to a week thanks to my own busy schedule, and so what? We can make your character a NPC or a part of a different storyline.
And, we really, really need people. I mean, many roleplayers have just come and went with our roleplays. Not really fair on us since we had to make the transition between the corrupt MCF and now desolate RP Guild.
Teknonick said
Well, Lugia always had levels and skills and stuff like that. I never could keep up and always felt left out because I was level 6 or something, while everyone else was like 100+.
We barely even update the thing anymore.
Who cares, it's not like a witty level 6 Pokemon can't beat a dumb level 15 Pokemon.
...statistics? Ye jokin', right?
http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/19101/posts/ooc
http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/34299/posts/ooc
http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/56452/posts/ooc
Get yer ass there. No frickin' statistics there, lad.
http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/19101/posts/ooc
http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/34299/posts/ooc
http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/56452/posts/ooc
Get yer ass there. No frickin' statistics there, lad.
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