Kobold King he/him Posted December 1, 2015 Posted December 1, 2015 You people are unpleasable! Do I need to bring the non-eucledian fireworks for you to be happy? The Kobold King scowls. "I've been morally opposed to the non-eucledian fireworks industry ever since their parent company supported Shub-Niggurath in the Dreamgate scandal." 3
Citadel16 he/him Posted December 1, 2015 Posted December 1, 2015 the video, or the random stuff iv thread? both. Are you trying to apply math to a random stuff thread. 3
Zathoth Posted December 1, 2015 Posted December 1, 2015 The Kobold King scowls. "I've been morally opposed to the non-eucledian fireworks industry ever since their parent company supported Shub-Niggurath in the Dreamgate scandal." "Pffft, morals, illusions of grandeur I'd say, you try being a single mother and support a thousand children."
Curious Anamaximder he/him Posted December 1, 2015 Posted December 1, 2015 Panera is a ripoff, and their soup isn't even that good. I can make you some chicken-tomato soup that's pretty dang awesome and filling. I pour the soup in the sink and eat the bread .
Orlion Blight he/him Posted December 1, 2015 Posted December 1, 2015 You people are unpleasable! Do I need to bring the non-eucledian fireworks for you to be happy? It certainly wouldn't hurt, ya know? 1
Zathoth Posted December 1, 2015 Posted December 1, 2015 It certainly wouldn't hurt, ya know? The Thing-in-the-shape-of-a-man grunts. "Fine, next time I'll set fire to souls so you can be happy..."
Kobold King he/him Posted December 1, 2015 Posted December 1, 2015 The Thing-in-the-shape-of-a-man grunts. "Fine, next time I'll set fire to souls so you can be happy..." "Pffft. Who traverses the planes without a flame-retardant soul these days?"
Zathoth Posted December 1, 2015 Posted December 1, 2015 "Pffft. Who traverses the planes without a flame-retardant soul these days?" Morzathoth flicks a lit soul match at a passerby who instantly lights on a strange, indescribable fire. "Wellll...." 1
Elbereth she/her Posted December 1, 2015 Posted December 1, 2015 Elbereth descends in a cloud of glittering stars, looks around, and disperses in confusion into a heap of whirling lights in the shape of a question mark. What? No cyclopean geometries?What even is cyclopean geometry? 1
Kobold King he/him Posted December 1, 2015 Posted December 1, 2015 Morzathoth flicks a lit soul match at a passerby who instantly lights on a strange, indescribable fire. "Wellll...." The Kobold King pulls a fire extinguisher emblazoned with the mark of the green arrow from his small backpack, spraying the passerby and putting out the mystical flames. "There shall be no harm coming to these people. Especially not from a bored eldritch horror who wants to fragment fragile human minds with cheap parlor tricks from the higher dimensions." 1
Citadel16 he/him Posted December 1, 2015 Posted December 1, 2015 The Kobold King pulls a fire extinguisher emblazoned with the mark of the green arrow from his small backpack, spraying the passerby and putting out the mystical flames. "There shall be no harm coming to these people. Especially not from a bored eldritch horror who wants to fragment fragile human minds with cheap parlor tricks from the higher dimensions." Warriormark16 rises from the ground, looks around as if lost, then sinks back into the ground, mumbling something about this being the only and last day he will ever forget his scythe again.
ChickenPlague he/him Posted December 1, 2015 Posted December 1, 2015 A chicken runs by and grabs the potato. It returns with a potato colored egg puts it down and runs away.
Kobold King he/him Posted December 1, 2015 Posted December 1, 2015 The Kobold looks around. "Things got a bit tense in here, didn't they? Here is some lovely relaxation therapy from the other side of the galaxy, to soothe the nerves." 4
ChickenPlague he/him Posted December 1, 2015 Posted December 1, 2015 The chicken drops a pirate ship and wrecks it. https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=ggyC0FOzqHM
The Honor Spren she/her Posted December 1, 2015 Posted December 1, 2015 Maggie dashes down the hill, her fairy, Opalescenda, following close behind her. After picking herself up from tripping awkwardly, she whips out her phone and starts talking. "Wow! This place is getting intense! I just came all the way from Keep Awkward to see this stuff!" Maggie then looks around in confusion. "Opal . . . Now that I'm here with all these . . . People, what do I do?" "How about offer bookies?" "Good idea! Anyone want a Lift bookie? The awesomeness is so storming pure, you practically belch rainbows!" This is Random Stuff, after all. 1
ChickenPlague he/him Posted December 1, 2015 Posted December 1, 2015 Aye lass I want to have me a bookie of that Lift yer speak of. She is a mighty awesome land-pirate.
DreamEternal Posted December 1, 2015 Posted December 1, 2015 (edited) Slowly, almost imperceptbly, the fragments of reality broken of by the apparence of various transdimensional beings started to slowly bend, and take the shape of ever ressonating strings of light, and the shadows of all sentient beings present silently creeped towards the center of the inaudible song, small pieces breaking of and converging to form a sphere, that turned into a black beating heart, that became a brain, that melted back into shadows from which emerged a grey translucent being in the shape of a young human man, floating a few centimeters above the ground. "At last." Said Pulse, his voice the sound of a hundred words being written and ninety-nine being erased, "It had been to long since my shadow last touched this Realm." He then looked towards the terrible destruction being brought by Maggie, and his entire form glowed with slithering runes made of pale light. "Please, if you must eat these... bookies, try to not do so at less than an arm's lenght away from me. I think I remember why I became a being of pure information." Edited December 1, 2015 by CognitivePulsePattern 1
Curious Anamaximder he/him Posted December 1, 2015 Posted December 1, 2015 And this, ladies and gentlemen is the end of all things sane! 1
DreamEternal Posted December 1, 2015 Posted December 1, 2015 "You know that sanity is not the way it was meant to be", said Pulse, quoting a song he once heard. He soon regreted it, since he wasn't fully sure if he grasped its meaning, despite having expended more time in the psychic planes than on the Center since his ascension. Ps: the song is My Spirit Will Go On, from Dragonforce.
Curious Anamaximder he/him Posted December 1, 2015 Posted December 1, 2015 Just to say, I got 53,000 words on NaNoWriMo. I didn't make an account, I was to busy writing. 1
Seonid he/him Posted December 1, 2015 Posted December 1, 2015 The clearing is peaceful, serene. All things considered, this would seem to be rather odd in this place. Fortunately, it won't last long. Fire screams down from heaven, flattening the grass in the clearing, flash-igniting several of the nearby bushes. Quickly, the fire is gone, leaving only smoldering undergrowth in its wake. In the exact center of the clearing lies a curious vehicle - designed for rapid atmospheric re-entry. The sides of the craft fold down, revealing only a perfectly circular ring of some white metal, mounted on a dais. Space bends, ever so slightly. Perhaps time does, too, although this has never been proven. Abruptly, the space inside the ring twist chaotically, eye-numbing and mind-tearing. Then it is over, and the view through the ring is substantially different from the rest of the clearing. A hallway of brushed metal, lit with a cool blue-white light, curves away. From the wormhole - for such it is - steps a nondescript man. He looks up into the sky of the clearing and pulls some advanced communication device from his belt. "Control, this is operative 017. Test is successful. Repeat, test is successful. This thread has now been added to the Starnet." A crackle of static answers him. "Very good, 017. Now go and participate." "At your service, Control." The man looks around again, and begins walking. 1
Citadel16 he/him Posted December 1, 2015 Posted December 1, 2015 (edited) Slowly, almost imperceptbly, the fragments of reality broken of by the apparence of various transdimensional beings started to slowly bend, and take the shape of ever ressonating strings of light, and the shadows of all sentient beings present silently creeped towards the center of the inaudible song, small pieces breaking of and converging to form a sphere, that turned into a black beating heart, that became a brain, that melted back into shadows from wich emerged a grey translucent being in the shape of a young human man, floating a few centimeters above the ground. "At last." Said Pulse, his voice the sound of a hundred words being written and ninety-nine being erased, "It had been to long since my shadow last touched this Realm." He then looked towards the terrible destruction being brought by Maggie, and his entire form glowed with slithering runes made of pale light. "Please, if you must eat these... bookies, try to not do so at less than an arm's lenght away from me. I think I remember why I became a being of pure information." "A being of pure information?" a sudden voice said, making everyone jump. "tell me then, what is the average velocity of an unladen swallow? everyone looked around, searching for the detached voice. "Down here." Everyone looked down to see a warriormarks head poking up out of the ground like some sort of extremely bizarre plant. "Actually," he rose from the ground through a faintly glowing portal around him, standing. "much more important. where is the nearest genie?" he side stepped a piece of flying, flaming and somewhat massive debri. then he grinned. Edited December 1, 2015 by Ookla the Insensitive
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