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Cherry waits and fumes. This hippie might be useful for the moment but she will have to be patient. There will be plenty of time when she sends him to the Abyss where he belongs.
AH YES! She shouts with glee, thinking of her home. RARGLEBARGLEARGE YYYY NNN GGGGG AAAARRRGH RRRARGH* she yells, getting carried away for a moment.
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You have scared the living daylights out of him. Well, not entirely, but he's sure to vomit later. The hippie runs for the door, to escape the deranged bugbear. You shall have to intervene, one way or another.
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EDIT: My brain is fight. Awkward MRIs don't help. Expect delays. A satyr rises in the morning, and hangs the coffee mug on his horns, so that he won't lose it. The coffee is done, but the mug isn't in its usual spot. Where did it go? He forgot. |
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Adrian was beginning to get worried when she saw the entire convent turn towards the room, which only got worse when she started hearing screaming. On one hand, she didn't want to blow her hiding place if she didn't have to, but on the other, she wanted to be near if things went south.
With a final hesitant glance, she slinks towards the room, retrieving her crossbow from her torso as she did so. Putting one ear against the door, she tried to listen to what coming from the other side. If she doesn't like what she hears, she's prepared to barge in and start shooting.
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Holidays and my new overnights schedule are still taking a toll on me and my post rate, and will probably continue to do so until some time after the new year. Please bear with me until then! |
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"Dude. What's with the yelling? Relax man. Come 'ere and check this out. You can see like how the molecules move and stuff.
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The Zombie snake sits down (Which is actually more like turning circles till she was a coil) and looks at the others with a worried expression "Um, dude. Calm down... Why all the drama?"
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uh oh, sorry about this, everyone.
rarglebargle argle rarg galah... ZZZAP.
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Dice Weel:
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EDIT: My brain is fight. Awkward MRIs don't help. Expect delays. A satyr rises in the morning, and hangs the coffee mug on his horns, so that he won't lose it. The coffee is done, but the mug isn't in its usual spot. Where did it go? He forgot. |
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"Ugh. There must always be a mess, it seems." Eshti rolls at the guy and leaps into the air to kick him in the head. Maybe he'll be more reasonable with a mild concussion.
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Eshti: You kick him in the head valiantly, and he falls to the ground, oozing blood and partially digested biscuit from his mouth. (KO)
You have successfully held him in place!
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EDIT: My brain is fight. Awkward MRIs don't help. Expect delays. A satyr rises in the morning, and hangs the coffee mug on his horns, so that he won't lose it. The coffee is done, but the mug isn't in its usual spot. Where did it go? He forgot. |
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Eshti punches the air. "Yessssss! Oh. Are you unconscious? Damn it. I kick hard now. Hehehe."
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Holidays and my new overnights schedule are still taking a toll on me and my post rate, and will probably continue to do so until some time after the new year. Please bear with me until then! Last edited by darthcharon; Feb 28th, 2013 at 10:54 AM. |
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"Woah, dudes come on make love not war."
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"I know, I know. He was not supposed to regurgitate anything. He was only supposed to stop running away and sending people to fight us. What do we do now?" Eshti watches the door, waiting to pounce on anybody who comes through it.
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The door opens, and several hippies are standing there, with annoyed expressions on their vegetarian faces. "You should not have done that." Well, how nice. Next time post a sheet of house rules before this gets blown out of proportion. Sometimes it's hard to tell if head-kicking is illegal.
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EDIT: My brain is fight. Awkward MRIs don't help. Expect delays. A satyr rises in the morning, and hangs the coffee mug on his horns, so that he won't lose it. The coffee is done, but the mug isn't in its usual spot. Where did it go? He forgot. |
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