seanmcchapman

Beat me to a pulp

Down by some farm in winter, Kirk Melon a 40 year old town nut, was setting a barn ablaze. ((@4b))

He was a bit bulky in muscle volume, stood at 5'4, weighing 195lbs.
He was wearing a grey ten gallon hat, a winter coat and leather gloves.
A seemingly simple man that was simply up to no good.

A road from the farm to the highway was about a football field in length.

Beat me to a pulp

Let's f ING go. :0

Open World Minimalism: World in Mist

"The thief I hope to consume the thief.
I crave the crispity crunch of nimble bones."
-Kirby.PNG ooc

Perhaps if we're lucky the pepper projectiles could fly at the theif with your punch power.
Kirby just needs to be close to meat, then all will be well.

Open World Minimalism: World in Mist

Kirby for a moment stopped and collected himself.

He took a deep breath through his nose,which soon
Was stuffed with pepper shakers from the ground of the broken table in the room.

He breathed out but not before angling his guston neck,
Projectiling the shakers straight towards his new friend's eyes.((wrestler))
Hopefully the pepper was just pepper, because Kirby's bacteria within should be akin to full grown rats distroying any pepper particles breathed in.

Let's write a story!

their will with a

Hey, You, Come Here for a Second

Yo hold up. I got chu right here. *unzips bank bag*

Let's write a story!

Once upon a time there was a land with a zombie Santa who ruled it tyrannically. His undead legions feasted upon the cheer of the remaining elf souls.

Ban the Person above you

Banned for banning someone for no reason. You monster.

A Red Song.

I remember someone rping as the cloud cutter.
I bring a gift.
youtu.be/-5sLN2h2_9E

Open World Minimalism: World in Mist

omg please i havent slept ahhhhhh