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Time flies, right?

25/06/2024

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feeling ded

not now pls
A healing spell would be better, actually.
<Snipped quote by Lugia>

I'm tired as hell and it looks like I'm coming down with some sort of cold or something. Tomorrow, maybe.

Same 'ere.

Two nights of insomnia + stress = massive coughing + vomiting + headache
As the environment got colder and colder, I began to feel more elated. No longer did I feel blinded and opposed by the sun, instead operating on a welcoming cold and wonderful snow-covered plains. It was still bright, but not exactly disturbing. "Huh, I can actually see now." I joked, avoiding some glimmers in the more hardened snow patches. Those still had a degree of reflection which did make me squint occasionally. Otherwise, I was content with living here rather than having a... 'home' in that community a while back. In front however, there was... a bakery. A bit strange, but considering taxes only applied to people living within the towns, I could see why this place could still open. So long as it could have a steady supply of baking goods, which was actually quite suspicious in these snowy flats. "Guys, be careful. It could be a trap or anything as dangerous as one." I warned, though everyone had already went inside, with Daniel slipping through a window and the rest entering the building like normal Pokemon. "Huh. I guess everyone's hungry then."

Inside, the bakery looked a little archaic in terms of design, using sharp corners and dark colours on the ceiling. The rest of the place looked respectable and cosy, which to me rang alarm bells. What? A bakery in the middle of nowhere? Right near a couple of dungeons? That's not something you'd see everyday, wouldn't you? "Ergh, I'll just take the same as the rest of you guys." I said, wiping my eye and looking outside. That seemed like a world away from this place.
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Well we've kept this RP running for over 2 years now. That's a hell of a lot more than most of the other RPs on the guild can claim. As far as I can tell; this is one of the successful ones.

...wot

So, I decided to check the... erm, first post.

Well, happy birthday. Too bad there's barely anyone around to celebrate this.

We're not even half-way through the RP.
Sure enough, we just kept walking through the lowly plains, minding nothing but the lone sun. Several birds circled the sky, curiously watching us as we travelled through to a new place to settle. Spots of vegetation struggled to grow as remains trees remained dry and parched. It was clear this place wasn't friendly. It was if as someone left a plant by itself in the windowsill, forgetting to water it as it began receding and wilting. The plains were essentially that, long given up on any sustained rain and fair weather. This was near-barren, not much activity going on aside from the occasional wolf sitting and yawning at us. We could definitely feel the heat from the sun, waving air into our faces and a few even taking moments to sit before catching up with the rest of us. I wanted to sit, but considering that I was now a part of this it would be quite odd for me not to assist others. As if I wanted to.

No one seemed to mind walking through such a deserted and arid land, as if they had been through worse (which we have). Though, I couldn't say that everyone was content on leaving a supposedly permanent village. We left behind frames of our buildings and our dreams of settlement. That grey dust was supposedly getting to us sooner or later, but I really didn't think we'd have to move... right? I was pretty disappointed with the way that turned out. Robert and everyone else in our party seemed to look as grim, unable to fully rest and relax like so many others in our village. I already felt tired from fighting a guard, who was likely in a stretcher and further ahead of us - hopefully I didn't get recognised by him.

Anyway, the only reason why I've joined Robert's party is to avoid capture (by being credible and... 'reformed'), while also seeking some revenge for our old home. Too bad it'll be in vain considering we'll just keep moving and moving, until of course we happen to meet... bandits? War tribes? Grey dust at the other end of the world once everything else has been taken?

Robert wasn't very happy when he told me his name, and I could certainly feel his disdain for something. Regardless, I didn't think too much of it and decided not to press on it, preferring to get along with others for my own safety. Sure, I was annoyed when the damned mayor told us to make tents for the entire village, calling us 'heroes' as if I'VE done anything remotely good. I haven't of course, it's just that you shouldn't expect me to look out for you.

"Ok. Anyone know how to unfold a tarpaulin, let alone some temporary shelter?" I said, looking around and rather tired.
>sees paragraphs in Lugia's posts
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>universe.exe











now to avoid posting for another week, yes?
<Snipped quote by Lugia>

You're not an idiot or a jerk, Lugia, just slightly melodramatic. If you want me to tell you the truth, it's less that I've lost motivation and more that I'm just feeling lazy and a little down since Pizza left. It's nothing that won't fade away eventually.

I was never able to tell him my own fascination for Polandball comics...

Then again, I'm more or less used to the fact at least half our player-base has come and went.

Welcome to my world. Where you never stopped caring but rather just couldn't be bothered caring.
Before I knew it, we were leaving this place. Was a shame, considering I actually liked our setting. We had to say goodbye to the trees and the birds, knowing that should we remain we'll just be doomed. It still was a pain in the arse to move though. Being a nomad isn't exactly a good life-style, especially as you're seen as a bunch of beggars and thieves to the more permanent settlements, even if they WERE thieves.

"Alright, I guess we gotta move... again." I lost count as to how many times we moved. That forest happened to be where I found the village as a kid running from bandits. After a while of moving we returned, intent on making a more permanent settlement. Too bad fate has other ideas and forces us to move once again.

I snapped back to reality, walking alongside old and weary nomads and the same party I had unofficially joined. I was surprised as to how quickly they accepted me. "So, what's yer name?" I asked the team leader, a Kobold like myself except decorated in red like some elite guardsman. Well, the remains of one anyway. The rest of his group stood guard as everyone moved on, away from some inevitable grey wall of evil. I couldn't see it on the horizon or anything, but to not trust him was probably not a good idea...
Thank God we're working on a Topaz remake.
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