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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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@Lord of Evil Your gonna be able to cook the sacrifices


I figured, but Tony didn't know that. Thanks anyway, saved me the trouble of asking you myself.
Tony had a bit of a problem. All of his stuff was still secure. His pot was clean, his utensils were in good shape and he even had a good stock of spices, but he'd forgotten one fundamental component. As he searched his pack, he also noted that he didn't have any vegetables or meat on hand.

Alright, make that 3 fundamental components, although he could make do without vegetables.

Indeed, he was lacking firewood. Can't start a cooking fire without wood, which means he can't cook until he got some. He wanted to cook something for his new friends, if only to see who the humans were. There wasn't much that brought on conversation quite like good food, whether he was eating or making it. But that wouldn't happen if he let it go like this. The most pressing thing was meat, as it was important but also more difficult to get. Animals didn't tend to get close to villages and an entire village of the walking dead wouldn't help that very much. Vegetables would be somewhat easier as he knew a little of the vegetation in the area. Wood would be easiest, however, so he decided to start there and work his way down the list.

Tony emptied his pack's contents, gently placing them on the floor of the dilapidated house on one of the cloths that he'd packed. He then picked up his axe and dropped his shield before picking up his pack, briefly wondering what to cook. He didn't exactly have the luxury of choice at the moment, though, so he decided not to think about it and went off to the woods.
"Alright, I'll do my best." Derrick said.
Armed with half of a wooden tray, he quickly glanced down the hall to check if the Wolfwing was coming before he bent down to work on the lock. He hoped that the beast wouldn't come while he worked on it. He also hoped that working on it would actually work out, even though he didn't know anything about picking locks. Inspecting it, he felt less sure of himself. He couldn't tell where to begin, but he broke off a piece of the wood and decided to do it regardless. He stuck it into the keyhole and began searching inside, trying to find something that moved, or something.

@Dusksong@LChris314@Hekazu
Oh yeah, I need to ask an important question. What do demons eat?
I was hoping for at least five to nine people to apply. But nothing else has come in. Probably going to bump it until some more people come. Feel free to invite friends.@Lord of Evil


I don't have many friends, unfortunately. I'll see what I can do but don't hold your breath.
Tony narrowed his eyes at the demon's announcement. It was certain that her statement hadn't applied to him specifically, although he couldn't rule out that it'd been directed at him somewhat. Regardless, Tony was running out of patience. All he wanted was proof that the brawler wasn't talking out of their ass, to prove that they actually had a chance to take down the tyrant. He decided to get up.
"Thank you for sharing," he said slowly as he rose. "But I'm no hero. I'm a soldier."
He looked the group in the eyes as he decided to clear the air and make his stances clear.
"Let's get things straight. The only reason I'm here is to kill the hero." Tony said. "Damn me for trying to make sure we do it alive. Damn me for making sure we actually have a chance."
He picks up his axe and feeds the handle into the loop on his belt, effectively sheathing his weapon.
"But now it seems that a lot of us here have similar goals. Stop the tyrant, kill him or whatever. Make him stop being stupid." Tony said.

He began walking back to where he'd left his stuff while talking.
"You can consider me on board, I don't really care who else is with us." Tony said. "I'm going with or without you all, and I'm not stopping until I get the hero's head onto a pike. So sort out whatever it is you need to; I need to do some preparations."
With that he walked off to retrieve his belongings. He would walk to the tyrant's castle if he had to, he'd fight him himself if he had to, but only if he really had to. He wouldn't mind dying in any other situation but he wouldn't settle for less than the death of the tyrant, and he wouldn't be able to kill him alone. He hoped that by the time he came back, the rest would be in order.
@Hekazu You heard us, go get some sleep.
So the girl had some degree of legitimacy in this whole affair. That didn't mean Tony had to like it. She'd gone strange, completely changing her personality, as if she was being possessed. And that didn't make Tony feel any better. And now whoever it was possessing her was telling him that he could learn some magic by sacrificing something to the statue.
"If it's all the same to you, I'll have to bow out." Tony said calmly.

He and his regiment had a bad run with magic, mostly because the military generals above his regiment believed the best way to fight it was throw enough bodies at it hoping that the mages would go down eventually. And there were a few other incidents here and there but they hardly mattered.
"The last time I met someone dabbling with magic rituals, we had to scrape the guy off the walls." Tony said. "So excuse me if I want to keep my distance."
@Dusksong Kind of just want to wait at the moment. I'm currently participating in a fresh RP which is going pretty quick. It shouldn't take too long for our GM to recover so I wanna wait for that.
"That's not what I'm asking about." Tony said.
He raised his axe at the girl threateningly, although he had no intention of hurting her at the moment.
"A 5 year old could tell you that the hero betrayed us, or at least that he didn't finish the job as planned." He continued. "Talk is cheap. I can say anything I want but that won't make it true."
Tony turned around and began walking to a nearby zombie.
"Now, I don't know what everyone else around here are seeing when they look at you, but to me..." He said, decapitating a zombie as he paused.
He kicked the torso down and took a seat on it, turning back to face the young monk.
"You could be just about anyone." He said.
Tony embedded his axe into the ground and leant forward onto his two forearms.
"You could just be a monk." He said to her. "You could be a demon monk, you could be not a demon, you could be on the tyrant's side. And you're not doing a very good job of convincing me otherwise."
And that was the crusp of the issue.

Trust was in short supply in today's society as the great hero everyone had been pinning their hopes on decided to dash those hopes on some rocks and burn them for good measure. If the hero was really going for the total annihilation of the world, or building an asshole empire or whatever he was doing, taking down sources of resistance would be an obvious step. In times like these only the desperate or stupidly strong would step up to the plate and baiting them with rumours of a way to defeat the tyrant would be a fairly effective strategy of isolating the pluckiest survivors to nip them in the bud, so to speak.
"So listen here. I don't give two pieces of a rat's ass about your grand plan." Tony said calmly. "Unless one of us around here is a mind reader, not a damn person knows that you're whoever you say you are, and I'm not moving until someone can prove that you're not trying to drag us to the hero so he can butcher us where we stand."
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