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Roosevelt
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You enter from the front of the dungeon and approach, I Speak the words "In Vas Por" and begin casting Earthquake, what do you do?
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At the turn of the century...
In 2008...
Cracked.com voted Roosevelt as the most badass President of all time.
This is his story....
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Firstoff, you would never get those words out. When entering a room a flash-bang always preceeds me, unless I expect the room to be hostile, in which case a fragmentation grenade preceeds me......
after that, if the dude in the room don't speaka de english, I blow his ass away with a three to four round burst from my M-16.
"In Vas Por" ain't english, sounds like arabic or something.
You'd be one dead dude.
Next time don't come to a gun fight without a gun....
I tell you what a nerd you are and begin chanting Levitation to avoid the earthquake's impact.
"Soothing notes lift you and your party of the ground".
I let out one spell that crosses every realm on earth and in the universe that shuts down the internet. You loose.
Who let you in the VIP section?
Polymorphing into a small Fawn, and escaping the dungeon I lightly run back to the city. In the city square I knock into a young boy carrying a baskets of muffins for his mother. You are that little boy, what do you do?
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At the turn of the century...
In 2008...
Cracked.com voted Roosevelt as the most badass President of all time.
This is his story....
I wouldn't enter a dungeon in the first place. Anything of value would have been stripped by local looters a couple days ago.
After all they can strip an airship down of all usefull materials in a couple days, thus it's not worth even bothering the dungeon.
I find it amazing that by 2020 first world countries will be competing to get immigrants.
But but you can't type here anymore the internet is down.
Who let you in the VIP section?
I call the CCEC (California commision of earthquake controls) and they come and mire you in red tape and regulations (as CA is so good at) and you are never able to complete the casting of your spell.
Sue you for destroying my muffins, you clumsy bastard =/.
OMG I shut down the internet how are you guys still typing here.
Who let you in the VIP section?
I play a song on my bandolyn. *Comforting notes surround and replenish you with confidence*
wherz teh mountain doo???
Thinking quickly, I poke you in the eye.
If you are not being responded to directly, you are probably on my ignore list.
cast levitate on myself.
'un fly-o por favore'
-I will subtlety invade your psyche-
I shoot you with my hunting rifle and enjoy Vension for dinner that night.
As you throw yourself into your spell cast that requires great concentration I drop my pants and moon you. The sight of my behind makes you go "wtf!" thus ruining your concentration and failing to cast your earth quake.
Little do you realize that you bumping into me was no accident. While you try and figure out what has just happened I have already removed your coin purse. As I launch into a fit of tears and crying to use as my cover for escape, the people around begin to look at you and wonder what it is you have just done. The muffins were stolen to begin with and the enraged owner of said muffins is coming down the alley in search of them not caring who took them and wanting compensation. You are at this point standing amidst the spilled muffins and I have made my escape with your coin purse preventing you from paying the owner who begins to roll up his sleeves ready to administer his own brand of punishment. What do YOU do?
No required quests! And if I decide I want to be an assassin-cartographer-dancer-pastry chef who lives only to stalk and kill interior decorators, then that's who I want to be, even if it takes me four years to max all the skills and everyone else thinks I'm freaking nuts. -Madimorga-
As you throw yourself into your spell cast that requires great concentration I drop my pants and moon you. The sight of my behind makes you go "wtf!" thus ruining your concentration and failing to cast your earth quake.
Little do you realize that you bumping into me was no accident. While you try and figure out what has just happened I have already removed your coin purse. As I launch into a fit of tears and crying to use as my cover for escape, the people around begin to look at you and wonder what it is you have just done. The muffins were stolen to begin with and the enraged owner of said muffins is coming down the alley in search of them not caring who took them and wanting compensation. You are at this point standing amidst the spilled muffins and I have made my escape with your coin purse preventing you from paying the owner who begins to roll up his sleeves ready to administer his own brand of punishment. What do YOU do?
Being the tight lipped High Elf that I am, I say nothing as the Muffin maker or "Ol' Muff Stuff" beats me in the face with an over sized cutting sheet in the shape of a fairy with a muffin costume on that reads on the chest "Com eat our Muffins, just not our Brownies!" Of course also being Chaotic Neutruel, I used the spilled muffins surrounding the area as a pastry mine-field, enchanting each of the muffins with a instant explosion spell.
About to exit the scene as the guards swoop in on the bloodbath, "Ol'Muff Stuff" embraces the muffins in a cordial delight with the sastifaction of knowing his prized Alabaster Muffins are safe. Only to be blown into the next lifetime by the Explosive muffins of doom. I then use the time spent smearing the blueberry spattered blood away from the civillans and guards faces to make haste to the port and catch a ride on a galleon vessel leaving for Freeport. You are on the boat traveling to Freeport and spy me from the deck entering the brig. What do you do?
_____________________________
At the turn of the century...
In 2008...
Cracked.com voted Roosevelt as the most badass President of all time.
This is his story....
I think you must have lached on to some of that weed that Vendayn was using to defend himself.
This thread shows how desperately we need a new killer MMO. Now we're resorting to playing one out on a forum.
I think you must have lached on to some of that weed that Vendayn was using to defend himself.
This thread shows how desperately we need a new killer MMO. Now we're resorting to playing one out on a forum.
A little RPG Roleplaying never hurt anyone.Except for the 5-10 people that have died from playing MMO's for excessive amounts of time, without Food water, bathroom breaks, or the occasional glance over the shoulder to wonder what might be going on in the real world.
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At the turn of the century...
In 2008...
Cracked.com voted Roosevelt as the most badass President of all time.
This is his story....
Gathering my sordid robes about me, I raise my hands to the sky- a foul hex upon my lips. The ship slows as the wind dies, dark clouds blocking all but a glimmer of the formerly bright sun. As the crew and passengers look on in shock, a fell mist envelopes the deck. Although nearly obscured by the enchanted fog, the helpless folk can still be seen dropping to the deck, motionless.
As the poisonous mist clears, I withdraw a pouch of bone dust from inside my cloak, scattering the dust into the air. The dust slowly settles onto the former crew, the powder beginning to glow on contact with the corpses. The glow intensifying, the cadavers lurch slowly to their feet; lifeless eyes following my raised hand- pointing toward the cabin. Within which a certain interloping elf waits, protected by a strong will and natural magical ability from the poison haze.
One elf against an entire ship of newly risen zombies. What do you do?
Get ye flask.
I think you must have lached on to some of that weed that Vendayn was using to defend himself.
This thread shows how desperately we need a new killer MMO. Now we're resorting to playing one out on a forum.
A little RPG Roleplaying never hurt anyone.Except for the 5-10 people that have died from playing MMO's for excessive amounts of time, without Food water, bathroom breaks, or the occasional glance over the shoulder to wonder what might be going on in the real world.
I'm not criticizing you for your attempt, I applaud it. I've sometimes wondered if there was a way to strike up role-playing scenario on here and wonder how far you could take it. I'm just saying, right now a lot of us are trying to find a way to treat an itch that the gaming companies just can't seem to scratch.
Sitting high up in the crows nest reclining lazily and counting my newly acquired coin. I hear a commotion on the deck of the ship and casually glance down to see the undead spectacle unfolding beneath me. Being so high up on the center mast I managed to escape the insidious fog that hath slain the former crew. My eyes go wide as a strange man throws a fist full of dust into the air and the dead no longer stay dead! I begin to think of a way off the ship but where to run? The yard arm just below me seems like a good start so I make my way down the ropes toward the top of the sail. As I balance my way toward my safety I continue to witness the horror that unfolds below me and realize that I have yet to be noticed by the undead or their master. They seem to be moving toward the closed door of the cabin all too intent on following their masters will and his focus turned away from my general direction I take up a loose rope and begin my decent toward the ground. I land with grace, or the lack there of, with a solid thud and pull myself to my feet and look back. The zombie master has spotted me! I make a break for the safety of the inner harbor and continue down the long dock not looking back out of fear....
No required quests! And if I decide I want to be an assassin-cartographer-dancer-pastry chef who lives only to stalk and kill interior decorators, then that's who I want to be, even if it takes me four years to max all the skills and everyone else thinks I'm freaking nuts. -Madimorga-
Gathering my sordid robes about me, I raise my hands to the sky- a foul hex upon my lips. The ship slows as the wind dies, dark clouds blocking all but a glimmer of the formerly bright sun. As the crew and passengers look on in shock, a fell mist envelopes the deck. Although nearly obscured by the enchanted fog, the helpless folk can still be seen dropping to the deck, motionless.
As the poisonous mist clears, I withdraw a pouch of bone dust from inside my cloak, scattering the dust into the air. The dust slowly settles onto the former crew, the powder beginning to glow on contact with the corpses. The glow intensifying, the cadavers lurch slowly to their feet; lifeless eyes following my raised hand- pointing toward the cabin. Within which a certain interloping elf waits, protected by a strong will and natural magical ability from the poison haze.
One elf against an entire ship of newly risen zombies. What do you do?
Horrified by the strange turn of events, and turning back to the cabin to catch my breath I realize the only way out...is IN! Rushing below deck followed closley by a hoard of zombie minions I begin throwing bits of muffin on the floor, luckily I had saved one to use later as a regent for my spells. Scattered abstractly across the cabin floor like Bread crumbs, I barricade myself inside a small room at the back of the ship. Breathing heavily and sensing my fate is imminent, I begin to chant the two words that will light ablaze the entire boat and kill the minions and myself in the process "IN....FLAM!!"
Suddenly the boat begins to burst into flames, the sound of the burning wooden hull sinking into the water, the smell of rotted flesh from the dead zombie crew. It was then that I heard a voice. It was a young companion women, on her way to Freeport looking for love, in all the wrong places. She had been hiding, and knew her fate was upon her, as was mine, with an ever longing scream she yells "Take me! Take me before we go!"..... What do I do?
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At the turn of the century...
In 2008...
Cracked.com voted Roosevelt as the most badass President of all time.
This is his story....
Way to go... you just killed this thread.
No required quests! And if I decide I want to be an assassin-cartographer-dancer-pastry chef who lives only to stalk and kill interior decorators, then that's who I want to be, even if it takes me four years to max all the skills and everyone else thinks I'm freaking nuts. -Madimorga-
I pick the muffins up and deliver them home, as nothing has happened to ruin them.
The three second rule is in effect, so they are still okay to eat.