Lord Pifferdoo

Nope!

Maaaaybe

Nope!

Nope!

One of those is closer to right then the others

I've seen this, and I wish my laptop was powerful enough to play anything stronger than protein modeling software.

Nope!

Yay! The smallest matroshyka doll.

Ummmm....eyebrow cornrows? Or maybe as a really intense unibrow?

We really need to make a Standard Model of Cosmerics

I'm currently working a MAG with Lady Pifferdoo, three Sander-initiates, and one guy that keeps making dick jokes (his character name is Gaylord Penrod)

The gun Vindication?

The Count of Monte Cristo (The?) Three Musketeers The Man in the Iron Mask Name the Seven Heavenly Virtues

Alendi's journal? Sazed's Copperminds? Sazed's book, post-Ascension?

Helium Neon Argon Krypton Xenon (Radon?) Name fifteen state capitals in the United States.

Wait, does this mean Bort will stop his list posts? Dangit...

Radriar is the God King in Infinity Blade.

Plus a lot of the minor epics might just go by their normal names. Kinda like Megan. Kinda...

Name six brands of toothpaste

Here's my intro RP from the Anniversary Elimination Game: Baron von Piffertiff was hungry. His steward was taking quite a long time to bring him his afternoon snack. Piffertiff sighed, and resumed writing his third book, On the Creations of Cans and Can-like Vessels. "Traded in a lot of favors for permission to write this, I did." mumbled Piffertiff. "And for what? To see the manuscript here rot after the koloss slaughter the whole town? Load of rubbish, this is." Piffertiff sniffed, then looked up from his writing to glimpses at the sun. He had been seeing less and less of that fiery old thing as of late, thanks to the mists. The mists always had frightened Piffertiff, but nowadays even thinking about it made his body shiver. It was a good thing coin was still valuble in this broken world of ours, else Piffertiff would have had to pay his guards in bread. He had precious little of that left. Piffertiff thought he saw Yulin again, this time outside his window. Insufferable old fool, that one. He'd always be there to help once you'd all but helped yourself. "Still managed to annoy me, even in death, Yulin?" Piffertiff grumbled, cursing his former steward. If only that fool had left well enough alone. He knew to not interfere with Canton business. His steward was certainly late this time. You'd think after a few beatings he'd learn to be punctual. Piffertiff sighed. Insufferable as he was, at least Yulin was on schedule. Former farmhands really couldn't compete with Terrisman. He must have gone through three this month. They were just so idiotic, so incompetent, so fragile.

What do you mean by RP sample?

I like it. Expect a post later, or an edit to this post.

On an unrelated note, Count Piffula flatulated just before the round ended. The fart was very loud, yet harmless.

Somebody with a Roleblock Role would have to sacrifice their power to keep the SK if we don't kill him, and then it's too easy for the Serial Killer to make a deal like, "I'll kill a Librarian for you if you don't role-block me this round".

I'm not sure what anyone's incentive to protect people would be, if there aren't any roles.