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Not to be a jerk or anything, but it's sorta funny to me that Shivani, who supposedly hates using shouts, seems to be using them every post?
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Sir Frederick Selous and George Melons - Athas


George Melons allowed his jaw to drop, basking in the glory that was Dusty. He had created concepts similar enough in design, powering a Turbo Star with an S2 Engine, for instance, or attaching a shitload of imported fireworks to the back of a Radio Flyer, but this... This was new and beautiful. George Melons almost wept, just staring at the definitely not street legal masterpiece that sat before them. "It's... Perfect."

Sir Frederick, on the other hand, was far less amused. "What in the blazes is THAT?" he motioned to the catapult affixed to the top of the machinestrosity, "Some sort of ejectable rubbish bin? Just where am I supposed to shoot from? The back? Like a peasant?" He seemed a bit offended at the vehicle's lack of a gunnery nest.
last post was a month ago. Don't get your hopes up.
I'm sorry, I just sort of instinctively react when prompted. I didn't mean to rush by without giving you warning.
The Last Wendigo - Ice Moon


As it heard the death howls of it's two companions, the final Wendigo stopped chasing after the JoJo. It was a desperate, scared animal, surrounded by death on all sides. A frightened lone survivor, this poor last wendigo... It stopped there, in the snow, and let out a low and mournful wail. Not a howling laugh, not a cackle, but a cry like pure sorrow. If anyone were to appraoch it, they would see the reason that the party went hunting in the first place: This last wendigo was pregnant with a litter of infant wendigoes. Creatures driven by animal instinct, only attempting to protect their most precious resource: their children.

Sir Frederick Selous and George Melons - Athas


Sir Frederick grinned from ear to ear. Athas... This was a place he had heard of before. A land of monstrous beasts and gigantic animals, ripe for the hunting. "Good man, I'm always game for a hunt!" he smiled, loading another bullet into the chamber of his elephant gun. "Tally ho!"

George Melons was much less excited. This place was hot and arid, not ideal for a person of his habits. If it weren't for Shazay's promise of 'hooking him up', he would be out of here in a split second. But then again, this land reminded him a great deal of his failed 'Mars Station' venture, perhaps one of his favourite side projects. It was quite depressing that it had failed really. Maybe, just maybe... He could start a new one here. "A'ight. I'm in."
I mean, is Shivani a particularly cruel person? Because I'm a bit confused as to why she decided to execute an incapacitated foe in cold blood and attempt to kill a bunch of scared fleeing animals.
Those poor defenseless Wendigoes dindu nuffin! They's good boys!
Two Surviving Wendigoes - Ice Moon


One of the Wendigoes fell as the flaming arrow pierced it's head, but the other two continued their pursuit of the strangely dashing (in both uses of the word) man. One of them jumped so as to bite onto the muscular stranger, but found it's mouth full of a tougher substance than it could handle. Was this the work of an enemy stand? No doubt the wendigo thought so. Unfortunately, however, despite it's utter inability to do damage, it held on, flapping about in the breeze as Joseph's art swung up and down rhythmically. The other wendigo stopped it's pursuit at this point to cackle, sincerely out of amusement this time, at the fate of it's poor comrade.

The Alpha Wendigo - Ice Moon


The Alpha wasn't dead, exactly, but it wasn't precisely alive either anymore. Rather, it lay twitching on the ground, not properly killed, as no fire had been used, but horribly injured and incapable of continuing to fight. It let out a mournful whine-laugh, trying to communicate the great pain it was in, but to no avail. It flopped a bit, sadly attempting to continue movement. Unfortunately, it didn't manage to get very far at all, collapsing with exhaustion a mere three inches further from the Dantes than it had previously been.
George is a mix of goon chem/science and Bay combat.
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