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no, i ate one thursday though. BLT from Jimmy Johns with a cherry coke to drink. It was very good. TPBM has a cold.

Ceph cursed as the Deathgranter smacked his knife out of his hand. That was his sword, his gun, and his knife gone. All he had now was his one shot pistol strapped to his arm under his coat. He didn't use it though, he wanted to catch the Deathgranter off guard. He started punching corpses left and right, shouting the whole time.

Who hasn't lol TPBM has never played any kind of aircraft sim before.

@AtusiffI did the same thing Thursday night. Without the costumes, however.

A corpse stabbed the featherling next to Ceph, and the ghostly apparition of his son faded away. And with it, for some reason, went the feelings of guilt. Ceph felt at peace, felt like everything would be ok. Well, not everything would be ok, there was still a horde of corpses, and miraculously, Ji was using his arm to defend Elya against the Deathgranter. Ceph watched as Ji pushed the Deathgranters blade away, then as Elya jabbed her knifeblade into the Deathgranter's shoulder. Ceph fazed harder than ever before and sped through the corpses, to reach the Deathgranter. He snuck up behind the Deathgranter, translucent, and struck with his knife.

You gave me a cool nickname dude!!! Thamks :DDDDDDD @Szeth's Facepalm IS LITERALLY AN AMAZING PERSON

Multiverse of Madness WOOOOOOO CONFUSING CGI AND PLOT LETS GOOOOOOO What would you say to Lightsong if you could see him right now? Also who wants to congratulate me on writing a 117 page novel?

I have felt the same way for three days. haha common cold go brrr. 10/10

Ceph and his Featherling son continued to push towards Elya, who was still locked in combat with the mysterious Deathgranter. But the bodies just kept coming. They would soon be overrun, and it would take a miracle to save themselves now.

FOREVER!! wait wait wait I actually don't know

Your signature and PFP say otherwise! 1/10

yeah!

no i was correcting your non-knowledge this word causes me physical pain

Bro feelings are annoying and wack. So is having a cold. Put those 2 together, you get me not wanting to be a functioning member of society. I feel like garbage, emotionally, mentally, and phsyically, and have for the past 3 days.

NOT HERE TOO SZETH!!

last i checked, ben franklin wasn't president... should i bake the green paper into the banan bread?

I did, but then it got wack and I got bored. TPBM has created at least 1 original magic system

Ceph watched from the other end of the alleway as fire exploded into the undead. He shielded his face as heat radiated from the cloud of flames. He unloaded the whole clip from his gun into the horde, but there were so many of them. The Mystic was fighting Elya, John had a propane tank, Ji was on the run, and Saaphir was dead. Did that mean he'd failed? Did that mean he'd tried to help, and failed? No. He drew the knife from his boot, and jumped into the horde, slashing about him in a frenzied rage. Rage filled him, consumed him. He willed his body to faze through anything that was near, and he became untouchable. He slashed and swung and stabbed. He summoned a featherling that looked like Gilbert to fight. Finally, father and son, side by side, for the first time in years. Ceph did not relent. He continued to fight. And break his way towards Elya and the Mystic.

Crap. Ceph drew his sword, and took a defensive stance as corpses raced towards him. He quickly cut down the first one, cleanly severing it at the neck, then the one after. Ceph swung back and forth, delivering Death to the Dead. His sword lodged in the shoulder of a corpse, who lunged behind Ceph, carrying his sword with it. Ceph drew his gun, and fired a path out of the crowd of corpses. He ran, firing behind him. The thin alleyway made for a constricting space to fight, but fight he would.

That comment aged well.

I'm not evil, but I do like writing!!! TPBM enjoys angst and super fun backstory hinting.

Ceph fazed through the wall, into his own abode. He yawned, and started rummaging around, looking for anything that might help the group. Bandages, miscellaneous ammo, anything that could be useful. He pulled a duffel bag from a corner, and started stuffing it with the items. "Welcome back," A feminine voice said dryly. Ceph closed his eyes, and sighed. "Hey, Tessa." "What're you doing this time?" "Helping." Ceph examined a dagger, before putting it into the bag and continuing. "I won't have a repeat of last time. We've been through this." "Are you going to the city center?" Tessa asked gently. Ceph paused, and stopped putting stuff in the duffel. "I don't know," he said softly, "I haven't been there in years." "So, you haven't even confronted what happened?! You've shoved down your emotions, tried to forget that day, but for what? If you don't confront it soon, something is going to bring those feelings back, in full force, and you won't be ready for it." Ceph tried to speak, but couldn't form the words. He turned, and looked Tessa in the eyes. "And why should I listen to you?" He said angrily. "I'm just trying to-" Tessa started, but Ceph cut her off. "You're not even real!" Ceph shouted. The shout seemed to echo around the room, and silence followed it. "You're not... real. You're gone, and so is Gilbert. You're both... gone." "We've been gone for years, Ceph. It's just you and your imagination now. Just you. Go do something with it." Ceph put a few radios in the bag, and zipped it up. "You're never going to let me forget it, are you?" "Never," Tessa said, before fading from view. "Damn woman," Ceph grumbled, "How I miss her." Ceph put the duffel bag aside, and lied down. What Tessa said rang through his mind. Maybe remembering what happened, all those years ago, would help. ... Nah. Ceph closed his eyes for a short nap, and let his mind wander.