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6 yrs ago
Current _ (:3 」∠ )_
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7 yrs ago
So apparently, business shorts are a thing that exists. All I can say is... why?
7 yrs ago
Been busy lately, courtesy of the guy who thought that it was a good idea to have 3 assignments and a test due in the same week.
7 yrs ago
Cards against humanity is... more certainly something else
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7 yrs ago
*Person with Seeing Eye dog stops right next to me* *Goes to pet the dog* *Sees "Please don't pet the dog" sign* ;-; I cry every time
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Anyone remember the period a little after guildfall, when the site didn't have a lot of work put into it, the servers went down pretty often and people were moving out? We waited and waited until boom, Mahz made America the guild great again. That was about where I left off.



My mistake was trying to take on everything at once (and being cringy as hell but I mean come on). Well now I'm back, and better than ever.

And I'll be damned if I let anything get in the way of having a good time.

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The fist fighter's announcement didn't move Tony, it only made him more suspicious. The only thing more suspect than a nutjob was a magic nutjob. Not that the girl (If he could say that; magic always made things weird) was necessarily insane or magical, but talking about dead people and demons tended to point towards insanity, and there was a good chance that magic was also involved. But he could accept that she might believe that she could hear the voice of the dead demon lord, he'd met plenty of people say that they could hear dead people, so that didn't bother him. If she was telling the truth, that would be bother him a lot, but that remained to be seen.

There was still something that bothered him, however, and that was his prospective teammates. One of the problems was that he could count the humans on one hand, and even then he wasn't sure they really were human. There was the fist fighter, the young knight, the man that introduced himself as Jason, and the crying girl. But with the presence of the spear wielding demon, that opened the situation up for all sorts of trouble. Any or all of the humans he'd counted could be demons, crafty lot as they were. The only one he could actually count on not being a demon was a lizard man, but that wasn't saying much.

Many people had an immense hatred of demons, and although Tony was not amongst those numbers, he'd lost a fair few friends fighting the demonic hordes. This gave him a slightly negative disposition to them, but that wasn't the main problem. The main problem with the group were that they were just eating this up! For all the things the demons had done to his fellow soldiers he at least believed they were realistic or cynical enough to not just believe some random possibly insane stranger who claims that they're talking to their dead leader. Tony himself wasn't exactly one to mind either but half his regiment didn't give their lives so humanity's last hope could follow the first random guy (or girl) who claimed to have a way to beat the tyrant. He wasn't against the idea, he too didn't have any options, but he was starting to get annoyed that no one pointed out the absurdity of this situation.

Tony stepped out of the shadows to where the group had begun congregating.
"Well look at the sorry lot we have gathered here." He said, walking confidently forward.
He took a moment to look around at the misfits gathered together. A demon that fired beams and various assorted persons of varying degrees of scruffiness. This was the group of misfits he expected. Well, he wasn't quite expecting demons but he hadn't been planning for any worse.
"I'm all for following a random stranger on an adventure and off a cliff or wherever it is you're supposed to go," He announced. "But I'm not biting the hook just yet."
He began slowly walking towards the monk girl, taking long, measured strides.
"I don't know about the rest of you," He continued, eyeing everyone in the group. "But when some nutjob starts telling me she can see the spirit of a dead schlub, I start turning the other way."
He stopped just in front of the girl and crosses his arms, staring resolutely into her eyes.
"So you're telling me that you're channeling the spirit of a dead man." He began. "When the only dead men I see are these god forsaken rotting abominations."
He gestured at the shuffling zombies pointedly and recrossed his arms.
"So I'm going to have to ask you to tell me again; why exactly should we trust what you're saying?" He continued. "Because from where I'm standing, you don't have any qualifications to call the shots around here."
@Hekazu I'll be posting today or soonish so do you mind telling me what'll happen if Derrick tries to unlock the cell? Just for the sake of expedience, so I don't have to have him do it and then wait for the others to post before I go again.
@Lord of Evil School.


Oh right

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There was a comment here but now that I think about it, there shouldn't have been, so don't worry about it.
Why is everyone else awake at 6 in the morning?


Time zones. The real question is, why are you awake?
The town was quiet, although not in the way he'd expected. Tony stared at the ruined town, an annoyed scowl plastered on his face as he watched the town's undead inhabitants shuffled about. He had hoped there wouldn't be anything there. He wanted to set up camp so he wouldn't have to drag his load everywhere while he was looking for leads. Sighing, Tony decided that standing there wouldn't get him anywhere and headed down into the town.

Fast forward a few minutes and Tony had found foundhimself with his axe lodged down to the neck a particularly aggressive zombie's head. It flailed for a few moments under Tony's weapon before he kicked it off, sending its lifeless body careening into a few of his brethren. Tony raised his weapon towards them expecting another fight but the zombies ignored the dead corpse and moved on, towards the center of the town.
"Feh." Tony spat, shaking the blood off his axe. "What's a man got to do for a good fight around here?"
None of the zombies replied.

Tony was actually glad that none of them bothered to help their brethren. He loved his fights as much as the next guy but he wasn't stupid enough to engage an enemy with indefinite numbers unless he really had to. Not that he had anything against fighting an indefinite number of enemies, but he had somewhere to be right now. And apparently, the zombies did too.

In fact it looked for all the world as if they were heading in the same direction - the center of town. This made Tony suspicious. It was highly possible that the whole set up was a trap. There'd been rumours of a way to defeat the hero, rumours that said it resided in this very town, and the presence of undead in that very same town couldn't have been a coincidence. Nevertheless, Tony had somewhere to be. This was one of the few hopes that the people clung to - that a hero would rise and overthrow the tyrant. This was one of the ways that could be achieved.

As he got near the edge of town center, Tony shrugged his pack off of his shoulders and set it down in the coner of a half-destroyed blue building. Putting his axe down for a moment he then took his shield from the front and strapped it onto his left arm before picking the axe back up. Geared up and ready for action, Tony stepped outside and took cover behind a building, staring at the obstacle ahead. The zombies were massing around the city center and he knew he wouldn't get in there without help. Individually and even in small groups they wouldn't much trouble, it was the sheer volume and number that would give him issues. He wasn't keen on fighting them without any way to clear out the horde quickly. He'd need more numbers, numbers which he was sure would come. He'd seen a few non-zombies who looked like they could handle themselves but they'd need much more than that. Tony had avoided them for now, he wasn't sure where there allegiances lay. The rumors were dismissed as just that, rumours, by most everyone besides the most desperate or, most importantly, the ones who had a real shot at killing the tyrant. And that was just the crowd that Tony wanted in with. But he couldn't be sure that it wasn't a trap, and that the visitors weren't in fact agents of the tyrant, so he opted to wait for others to come.
Working on a post. It'll be up sooner or later.
Interesting. I don't know a lot of people who like green (with anything)(and I don't know a lot of people but nevermind), although I also quite like it since I ran a token deck with cheap buffs and it was pretty effective, with a seraph of the masses and a few inspired charges. Those were fun times...
@Lord of Evil I use a colorless deck

admittedly not very experienced, I played it with one other person a little bit but they moved away, haven't played it since


I don't have that much experience either but it doesn't take much to get invested in a good setting. I'm an avid red advocate with a side interest in white for dickishness reasons but damn it if it aint fun sometimes.
@KoL Yeah, it's alright I guess. I'll say it's pretty good and leave it at that.
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