The Last Post Wins!!!!!

[theTruthshaper]

Maybe you should, but 12 is still prettty early

[Mist she/her]

An hour later

Too, because rapid zone change.

And morning's busy.

 

Goodnight!

[theTruthshaper]

Goodnight!

[Darkfinder she/her]

13 minutes ago, Mist said:

An hour later

Too, because rapid zone change.

And morning's busy.

 

Goodnight!

Goodnight

[theTruthshaper]

*wins*

[Darkfinder she/her]

*wins*

[+Sorana she/her]

*wins*

[Darkfinder she/her]

^wins differently^

[Nathrangking he/him]

1 minute ago, Darkfinder said:

^wins differently^

I see.

[theTruthshaper]

*wins*

[Scarletfox]

What is it to win,

To be declared a winner,

Or to be happy?

[theTruthshaper]

To win is to be

Last, and then to remain so 

As long as you can

[Scarletfox]

One's will to survive,

Is that really the answer,

To be successful?

 

Good morning, sules.

I am drinking dirt water:

A.k.a Coffee.

Edited August 4, 2020 by Scarletfox

[theTruthshaper]

*wins*

(You are very good at this, Fox)

[Darkfinder she/her]

^wins without poetry^

[theTruthshaper]

*wins like Darkfinder*

[Nathrangking he/him]

*Feels no need to be poetic here as the poetry is my fault.*

[Wind he/him]

11 hours ago, Condensation said:

The Caped Crusaders, my new roleplay! You began but then didn't continue.

Oh I haven't read the books where this takes place so I can't join this at the moment.

[theTruthshaper]

*wins*

[Gears]

Man is a strange creature. All his actions are motivated by desire, his character forged by pain. As much as he may try to suppress that pain, to repress the desire, he cannot free himself from the eternal servitude to his feelings. For as long as the storm rages within him, he cannot find peace. Not in life, not in death. And so he will do what he must, day in, day out. The pain is his vessel, desire his compass. It is all that man is capable of.

[theTruthshaper]

4 minutes ago, Gears said:

Man is a strange creature. All his actions are motivated by desire, his character forged by pain. As much as he may try to suppress that pain, to repress the desire, he cannot free himself from the eternal servitude to his feelings. For as long as the storm rages within him, he cannot find peace. Not in life, not in death. And so he will do what he must, day in, day out. The pain is his vessel, desire his compass. It is all that man is capable of.

At least until we develop wireheading

[Nathrangking he/him]

*Wins.*

[I Am A Fish he/him]

*Wears pants on his head*

*wins* 

[FriarFritz]

LEVEL UP

*wears boot on his head*

*wins*

[Channelknight Fadran]

*Doesn't bother formatting*

*Wears beret*

*Wins*