KaBling
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Time flies, right?
25/06/2024
25/06/2024
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"I think they're just making us hallucinate, what with all this broken laws of nature and shit." I suggested, once seeing Spruce not only walking a wall after 'falling,' but hearing that damn Giratina chant. "They're just trying to get into our heads. Kill every last fucker you see!" I yelled out, throwing away the can and zooming off towards Spruce - only to have the can smack into my head from behind. It hurt like hell, and by the time I had wound up behind Spruce I could feel my whole body was a cylinder. "Argh, don't mind me." I said, pulling the can literally out of my head and returning to a spherical shape. "See? They're screwing with us." Again, I threw the can away - this time, at the Pidgeotto while letting out a Sonic Boom attack. The can missed and flew back towards me, but I was able to catch it like a Frisbee. Oh... now I'm starting to remember what fun I had with Davis. I thought briefly, revisiting old memories of chucking metal plates before focusing on reality. The Sonic Boom had forced the flying Pidgeotto downwards once it started flying, though it began eying me evilly. "Right. Let's do this."
Boxing Day.
Prepare my funeral. It's gonna be a chaotic Black Friday-style day. Right after Christmas.
Prepare my funeral. It's gonna be a chaotic Black Friday-style day. Right after Christmas.
I'll make a post.
But for fuck's sake, IT'S CHRISTMAS ALREADY?! I'm being forced out of my house to go to this place I've always disliked.
But for fuck's sake, IT'S CHRISTMAS ALREADY?! I'm being forced out of my house to go to this place I've always disliked.
RPGN said
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"Ah, hell. What did I bloody do last night?!" -Miles (non-American edition)
"What in God's name- how's this even possible?" -Miles (overseas edition)
Nah, I can't come up with excellent responses to that, even though I have actually RPed a situation somewhat similar to that.
Do you guys need some sort of 'respect' metre to post here? 'Cause already I feel like a fool.
I'd post, though unless RP Guild becomes more stable and loads more quickly, I can't do much without posts disappearing.
I'll see what I can do, since being at the supermarket to work means I don't have anything else to do.
I'll see what I can do, since being at the supermarket to work means I don't have anything else to do.
I dunno whether I'm gonna post or not, considering the circumstances.
Gotta make a post here soon.
Well, oil is pretty much 'killed'/burnt/'murdered' by fire.
Regardless, you get my point.
Regardless, you get my point.
You know me. I'm shit with riddles.
Orwell, oil would've worked. 'Cause first line's rather obvious, second line points out simple composition (arguably simpler than water), yes we have oil and therefore hydrocarbons, and fire burns oil.
Orwell, oil would've worked. 'Cause first line's rather obvious, second line points out simple composition (arguably simpler than water), yes we have oil and therefore hydrocarbons, and fire burns oil.
Shortly after Robert's wounds were quickly healed, we began moving again. Slowly this time, since there was a sense of an ambush in this clockwork tower. "So... what did you guys do before all of this?" I asked, curious to see who I was hanging out with and trying to see if they'd be similar to those in my roleplay. "You know, it would be nice to know each other before dying in this world."
As expected, we came across a door. In fact, the last door before the boss battle. Just how I described it... "Red, bolted, a fitting ornament over there..." This was all too familiar. Chances are, we could die against Carl, thanks to the way I described him. Then again, if we died, this would prove my earlier hypothesis. The walls at this point covered up more of the pipes and gears at this point, and was even quieter up here. No more gears grinding or steam hissing. It wasn't fully quiet, yet still ominous. Chance had given that a thought while I just stood there, dripping and thinking about the hell I'd put everyone soon... yet, if I were to say anything, I'd be blamed for all of this shit. "Well... anyone up for an epic boss battle?" I said rhetorically, facing everyone by turning around. "We'll get the plate alright, it's just the matter of whether we get it today or tomorrow."
As expected, we came across a door. In fact, the last door before the boss battle. Just how I described it... "Red, bolted, a fitting ornament over there..." This was all too familiar. Chances are, we could die against Carl, thanks to the way I described him. Then again, if we died, this would prove my earlier hypothesis. The walls at this point covered up more of the pipes and gears at this point, and was even quieter up here. No more gears grinding or steam hissing. It wasn't fully quiet, yet still ominous. Chance had given that a thought while I just stood there, dripping and thinking about the hell I'd put everyone soon... yet, if I were to say anything, I'd be blamed for all of this shit. "Well... anyone up for an epic boss battle?" I said rhetorically, facing everyone by turning around. "We'll get the plate alright, it's just the matter of whether we get it today or tomorrow."
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