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3 yrs ago
Current False Prophet is one of them sharks nibbling on internet cables
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3 yrs ago
Gurren Lagann is the best anime I've ever watched
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3 yrs ago
Insect glaive supremacy
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3 yrs ago
*starts beatboxing in the corner*
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For Lent, I am simply giving up
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Consider me Arkay's vessel
@Dark Cloud
I understand. See you around!
I think if I can't keep up with my own posting that I need to close this roleplay, personally trying to balance gming and playing in other rp has taken a lot out of me. Sorry guys, but I don't want to keep delaying my posts.

Sorry for the inconvenience.


So is this rp closing?
The first thing I thought of when I saw this was Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann.

Yes those are galaxies.

Arma eagerly stuffed himself with all the different types of food. He had not seen such a selection since… ever. Back at the dojo it was the same thing every day. The food did have variations but it was mostly the same thing. Home grown vegetables and fruits and meat once every two weeks. Unless it was a celebration then they’d take the biggest and fattest one they had and turn it into a meal.

He listened to his two companions talk about themselves. First was the one called Ferrin Aren. He was rather fit and looking over, Arma could see that he was well trained. Upon the mention of a spar his eyes glinted with excitement and he spoke in a tone that was uncharacteristic of what they had seen. “A spar?” He smiled. “I’d love to. It would be good to shake off the soreness of travel. I don’t mind if you even use your weapons.” He locked eyes with the Scorchio, issuing a silent challenge before turning his attention to his other companion.

He turned around just in time as the Ixi pulled off her hood. The contrast in color caused Arma’s eyes to widen. “I like your hair, its a really cool colour.” She talked about where she came from and saw how here eyes darted to Ferrin. It seems like these two were locals around these parts. To be honest he didn’t care where they were from as long as they were good people. One’s background does not define them unless they allow it too. When she got into her skill set his eyes got wider. “Magic?! That’s so cool!” He paused, realizing that his sudden excitement might put her off. Once he calmed down, the Bori added with a smile. “Bows and magic. That’s a pretty good combination if you ask me.” His attention was once again stolen by food as he noticed the delicious desserts waiting to be eaten.
Wonder where Spore's headed off to now. Maybe find a little space to hide or bump into someone else which will cause it to once again, poof away in a cloud of yellow dust. Man now that I think about, Spore's cardio is off the charts with all this intense shuffling away.
@Moon Man You spoiled my drug trafficking. :c


The frog spooked the Spore XD
Interacting with @Martian @SleepingSilence

After hearing his furry friend’s explanation, Spore looked at him with two large, unblinking eyes. “If… you… say… so…” It slowly pulled itself away from the wall. The Spore that Speaks wasn’t something that trusted so easily. Due to its nature it preferred to keep to itself yet the lesser demon somehow managed to prove its trustworthiness to the myconid. Perhaps it was due to their common interest of different types of fungus or the fact that Dylirius didn’t really care whether he got paralyzed or not.

It slowly shuffled its way forward, eyes darting around, obviously still alert. “Please… give… warning…next…time…” said the jittery myconid. It moved past Dylirius and started to tend towards the newly grown garden, making sure each part of the fallen dungeon dwellers and invaders were home to different types of fauna.

It was minding its own business when the sound of talking was heard. Turning around The Spore that Speaks could see Dylirius talking to something, or someone. Shuffling around a little bit it could see the source of the unfamiliar voice. It was a rather tall, green looking frog thing. One of the creatures who live in flooded parts of the Everdark. It looked quite tall and imposing with its build and scarred eye. Spore’s gaze moved down towards the visitor’s hip where there was a hand resting on shortsword. Memories of its kin and other dungeon dwellers being cut down by the invaders resurfaced.

“Danger…! Sword…!” It warned Dylirius through the use of spores. Without waiting for a reply, The Spore that Speaks quickly shook its large cap releasing a wave of bright yellow dust that quickly filled the entire room where it hung as though it was fog. It turned around and shuffled as fast as it could towards another exit.
@Martian

Just to clarify things a bit, The Spore that Speaks has no mouth that it can use to talk. It communicates through, well, spreading spores. So Phaid would just be hearing one voice from the room.
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