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-An academy type thread about people with powers. Wandering Heroes, I think it was called. I wasn't in it for very long.
I remember planning that, Fish.
Le' me: "THERE ARE TOO MANY THREADS WITH SUPERPOWAHS! NOBODY IS JOINING ANYMORE! WHAT DO WE DO!?!"
Other GM's: "..."
Le' me: "Well, highschool threads seem popular right now. Lets start over and do that!"
Come to think about it, it was a bad plan from the start.
At least back then I had the galls to stick to a bad plan until the end. Though in hindsight, the community back then was sizeable enough to pioneer even the most obscure of threads, but that's another matter entirely.
-An academy type thread about people with powers. Wandering Heroes, I think it was called. I wasn't in it for very long.
I remember planning that, Fish.
Le' me: "THERE ARE TOO MANY THREADS WITH SUPERPOWAHS! NOBODY IS JOINING ANYMORE! WHAT DO WE DO!?!"
Other GM's: "..."
Le' me: "Well, highschool threads seem popular right now. Lets start over and do that!"
Come to think about it, it was a bad plan from the start.
At least back then I had the galls to stick to a bad plan until the end. Though in hindsight, the community back then was sizeable enough to pioneer even the most obscure of threads, but that's another matter entirely.
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30-Mar-2016 10:37:52 - Last edited on 30-Mar-2016 10:44:02 by Westenev
I was in several iterations of that thread too.
That guy really knows how to make throw threads.
That guy really knows how to make throw threads.
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30-Mar-2016 15:19:32 - Last edited on 30-Mar-2016 15:19:53 by Westenev
Zaphiran
Zaphiran rode Niles at a gallop, all the meanwhile giving a cursory scan of his surroundings. Most of the castle was impregnable to intruders. However, Zaphiran spotted a low wall. He guessed that the werewolves used it as a means of entrance to and from the castle in between hunts. Zaphiran stopped his horse and further scanned the area. His eyes caught a most grisly sight-- Bodies strewed everywhere on the castle grounds with javelins and short spears resting in the chests of humans and dwarves, with blood spilling out of their wounds, some were still moving. some of the living casualties were surrounded by werewolves, who tore arms and legs from their bodies and gnawed on the torn limbs as if they were bones. The screams of the wounded reverberated throughout the countryside. Large rocks were scattered and blood had been spilt all over the limestone floor of the castle courtyard. And skeletons were present, indicating that this may have been going on for quite some time.
Such a sight horrified Zaphiran. The feasting on the body parts of the living took Zaphiran aghast. He turned his attention to the windows, the battlements, the roof of the hold, and he saw what he did not want to see: Werewolves occasionally looked outside the windows, the battlements were patrolled by at least 20 werewolves, each wielding spears, or rocks, some carried both. Hiding in this death trap would be very difficult, given the werewolves' incredible sense of smell, which likely rendered his invisibility trick useless, he'd have to either rely on old fashioned stealth, or he'd have to find some way of masking the scent. Suddenly the an*er to Zaphiran's woes came to him: He'd wear the hide of a werewolf. This would mask his scent enough that the weres would think him one of them, until they caught sight of him. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!
Zaphiran rode Niles at a gallop, all the meanwhile giving a cursory scan of his surroundings. Most of the castle was impregnable to intruders. However, Zaphiran spotted a low wall. He guessed that the werewolves used it as a means of entrance to and from the castle in between hunts. Zaphiran stopped his horse and further scanned the area. His eyes caught a most grisly sight-- Bodies strewed everywhere on the castle grounds with javelins and short spears resting in the chests of humans and dwarves, with blood spilling out of their wounds, some were still moving. some of the living casualties were surrounded by werewolves, who tore arms and legs from their bodies and gnawed on the torn limbs as if they were bones. The screams of the wounded reverberated throughout the countryside. Large rocks were scattered and blood had been spilt all over the limestone floor of the castle courtyard. And skeletons were present, indicating that this may have been going on for quite some time.
Such a sight horrified Zaphiran. The feasting on the body parts of the living took Zaphiran aghast. He turned his attention to the windows, the battlements, the roof of the hold, and he saw what he did not want to see: Werewolves occasionally looked outside the windows, the battlements were patrolled by at least 20 werewolves, each wielding spears, or rocks, some carried both. Hiding in this death trap would be very difficult, given the werewolves' incredible sense of smell, which likely rendered his invisibility trick useless, he'd have to either rely on old fashioned stealth, or he'd have to find some way of masking the scent. Suddenly the an*er to Zaphiran's woes came to him: He'd wear the hide of a werewolf. This would mask his scent enough that the weres would think him one of them, until they caught sight of him. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!
30-Mar-2016 16:33:42
*double post*
Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!
30-Mar-2016 16:34:07 - Last edited on 30-Mar-2016 16:35:06 by Pink 4 Twink
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