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Ark1002

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  1. You, good sir, have an excellent name.
  2. He paused. Well, it was seven games. And I took a break to cook myself some steaks. And read a comic. And now I'm on the eighth game. He clicked send, then sent another message stating she was asleep most of the time. The rest I put her in a walker, and gave her a toy dagger to play with.
  3. I've been playing a game of Solitaire.
  4. Sorry, but no. We don't need humans, but we don't need dogs either. (And no I don't care that it's my phobia caused by trauma speaking so you can shut up right now)
  5. She paused. "Ok. Be warned, he's not..." She stopped, as if she had been about to say something else. "He's injured, that's all." ~-~-~-~-~-~ Anthony grinned, and texted back. Fine right now. Any reason?
  6. *raises hand* has there been any progress on this?
  7. "Silas," she paused a second, and a bit of fear laced her voice as she spoke, "Is right here. He was injured, but he's here."
  8. Ambrosia grabbed her phone, putting it up to her ear. "Yes?"
  9. He paused. "It's like Scadrian mists, but it can give people power from all the different worlds. It's also a permanent monument to our power, cloaking the world in deep green each night." @Rushu42 Ambrosia paused as her phone vibrated in her pocket. She decided to ignore it, in case Silas wasn't... Silas. @bees?
  10. He rapped three times on the wall, and a small square opened, revealing a phone. He put it up to his ear, and spoke quickly. "Lodging request for sparing the Scholar's Guild. Full merits of John Redleaf committed." He pushed the phone back in, and the square closed. "The Vortex is... or rather, the Rift was, a rip in reality, reaching into the Void, originally, and later a mass of investiture drained from any power nearby. It pulled out creations, created at random by fortune, connection, investiture, and identity from all the different worlds. This led to mirror creations, which gave us things like replicas of the Unmade, the Mist, and the Darkwraiths. The Mist was an original Void creation, and incredibly powerful. It was released into the world, and will probably be back tommorow night, and every night after."
  11. you already decided on the roles and made them public before the game started??
  12. The grunt coughed, and bit down, the poison entering his bloodstream. He died. woop, must have accidently deleted the response :/ The scorpion tails shot out, all three from a different angle and side, one to wrap around him, two to impale him. Each moved incredibly fast, far faster than a human could.
  13. Just in case you haven't done this yourself I have no idea what this means there's clearly watch? but what does v=dQw4w9WgXcQ mean?
  14. I hope so! So far this one has been quite enjoyable. Hmm Sorry, I've got nothing
  15. The grunt kneeled over, and he let his hand move, fire washing over the rooftop, any place he could see Aylitha's sludge. John's eyes lit up. "You mean the library-ish people? You're their leader?" And then his face shifted into a small frown. "I just realized your place is in danger. Would you like me to request that the Horde stays away from it?" His eyes lit up again, and his emotions quickly shifted. "No, at least not the majority. Most were created by the Vortex, which used Connection, Fortune, Investiture, and Identity to create them. Thousands of spren, demonic entities, creatures. Some mirrors of something from the Cosmere, or from an Earth. Some completely and totally unique. The Leader stepped forward, jumping slightly over Sethramir, the pewter letting her do exactly what she wanted. She landed behind the blade, and slid out the blade on her left hand, flicking it out towards the chained Max. The stone spike struck, but it didn't pierce the helmet. It left a long crack in the helmet, but the Leader ignored it.
  16. I'm interested. And I'm gonna have a kandra
  17. I ship it, but I kinda feel like it's Brandon's style to marry Bastille to Kaz or something
  18. Well, afternoon, but the sentiment still holds true! You're right
  19. I'm in, as Arr K. Thousantoo, a man traumatized by the multiple times he's been lynched.
  20. John grabbed her hands, putting manacles on her. "Sorry about the precaution. Can't have you escaping right now." He sat down and leaned forward, fingers laced together in front of him. "Why were you on that rooftop?" The neck armor cracked, but the blade was slowed dramatically. But it did touch the neck, and pierced about a centimeter in. The grunt turned, throwing up it's right hand, and a torrent of fire, a couple of feet in diameter, rushed outward towards her. The aon chain on it's chest flashed, and glowing shields appeared on all sides, creating a bubble. The wing curled in, and suddenly Tel was in the air, falling. Then the wing shot back out, incredibly fast, towards Tels.
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