Hmm so what to pick, who to point at. . .
How about Three?
No that is way to obvious. . .
Totally going to pick thirty-three
So how about penguinator?
That will work, really old way of thinking but it will work.
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With a crazed glance around TBFProgrammer singles out a mutant loving BourgeoisJerry perusing post number 34. Friend computer doesn't like mutant lovers.
Oh, wait, that doesn't matter anymore. I'm free. I don't have to worry about that stupid program anymore. I can finally stop being... wait no, I still have to be paranoid.
*starts lurking*
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A- A vote for me? Oh, gosh, Gray Mage, I'm so sorry! Did I do something? Would a hug make it better? I'm so sorry! I'll search 22. Is that okay? I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings...
A long-haired young man in a business suit wanders up to Oddity with a look of confusion.
"All right, I think I took a wrong turn somewhere. Do you know where I can find the drug rehab center? Brick building? Lots of windows? 'Stay off the grass' sign out front? This kind trippy stuff should have stopped happening after last fall."
Jerry gives his magic 8-ball a shake, then holds it up showing that the 8-ball simply asserts '???'.
"Normally I wouldn't bother you with this, But askin' the old 8-ball has already proven to be unprophetable."
Murska because he hasn't posted yet.
Random trivia due to boredom (Old news, but meh): If you misspell "Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn" in a Google search, it will correct you.
EDIT: 27
I think I'll search number 7. Voting for my good target Ur-Quan. First I must figure out how to RP myself :P
A giant green spaceship was distant in the skies, while Ur-Quan was hanging on to the ceiling. The huge muscular green body was nothing like a human. He was watching, and he was watching at Oddity.
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A crash of nefarious lightning ominously sounds, rippling from a nearby avatar. Smoke billows around, obscuring the view for a couple of minutes. From behind the smoke screen, a shadowy figure steps forward, cloak billowing. Castaras, twirling a wooden staff, topped with a curious purple crystal, looks out over the thread.
"Typical. Nobody here yet with any sort of class... Minions!"
"Miiistresssssss..."
From behind the cloak shuffles a small, 1 foot tall creature, with eyes the colour of raspberry jam, skin the texture of pastry, and the body of a rather delicious looking pie. It looks up at Castaras, mouth gaping, bits of raspberry filling dripping.
"Go search the 32nd thread, and report back to me your findings. Take the 2nd squad, they seem to be growing a bit stale, posted as they are at the Nexus Outpost."
"Assssss youuuu wiiissssshhhhh..."
The pie scuttles away, muttering to itself. Castaras steps onto the post, wandering down the thread. She stops, raising her staff to point at Alarra.
"I see the pudding goddess has made her presence known in these dark times! Pray tell, why has it taken so long for you to manifest in the meta-world?"
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Clicking his fingers, everyone begins to descend towards the ground beneath as the man above laughs.
Awakening from a haze with little to no memory how he ended up in this strange place, Goofimus feels the all to familiar weight of the guitar on his back. As the voice tells everyone to play nicely, he decides to do just that. Pulling his guitar out, he begins to strum out a tune and sing for the people decending into the cities.
[Music = Free Falling by Tom Petty]
It's a strange world, floating cities
Mos Eisley and Atlantis too
There's Sigil, Saffron and Fuyuki
Going to visit them, and R'lyeh too
It's a long way, down to the places
There are bridges between each of them
And I'm wondering - what could they hold
I'm wondering - how this game will unfold?
And I'm free, I'm free fallin'
All the werewolf players are amongst us,
We all head down, to cities in the clouds
There are some new ones, and some of the giants
I sure miss those, who aren't with us anymore
And I'm free, I'm free fallin'
I wanna glide down over the forums
I wanna write a new parody for this one
I wanna free fall out into nothin'
Gonna play in, this game for awhile.
And I'm free, I'm free fallin'
Yes I'm free, I'm free fallin'....
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It wasn't that easy. Supagoof's just that good.
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This is LLD, which, I shouldn't have to tell you, will not bow to your math because it was DESIGNED to ruin it!
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Summary: Supagoof has won the game and withdrawn. He was Epic
Last edited by Supagoof : 03-05-2012 at 03:06 PM.
Reason: To add the parody of course.
C'nor, who was on the back of a bronze dragon, with a pair of elven mages in the seats - the dragon had a small canopy, like those sometimes used for riding elephants, on its back - behind him, surveyed the thread curiously.
"Valrina, go speak to her," he said, pointing at Castaras. "I find her intriguing, especially the fact that she seems to have given sapience to pies. And of course, there are things from elsewhere that she still has to answer for..."
The tattooed half-Nixie nodded, and, slipping in amongst the posts, hurried towards the staff-wielding sorceress, pausing at a respectful distance, and waiting for an acknowledgment of her presence.
"Nisaea, take who you need from the Rahknvesh, and go search thread 27."
The other mage, a Leannan Sidhe, with a well-made horn bow on her back, and a leather quiver on her hip, also nodded, calling a squad of Jackalfae through the Hedge, and heading off to do so.
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I support the godly magazine idea, and hope that Eld can serve as mix of town crier and incredibly deadpan game show host in some sections. Also, for some odd reason, he will also make appearance when it comes to godly fashion tips, for even if he is grim reaper he will be the most bishounen god there is. Just you wait
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Damn you and your comprehensive understanding of synergistic tactics. :|
Rogue Nine, a.k.a. Corran Horn, watches the others warily. As a ex-CorSec detective, his mind would be pivotal at ferreting out the villains. As an X-wing pilot, his reflexes would be tested in keeping him alive. And as a Jedi, his powers would aid in making sure the people remained calm- although he didn't know everyone well enough to use Alter Mind on them.
Come on Whistler, let's keep moving. But keep an eye on everyone, would you?
Whistler beeps mournfully. Yes I'm watching too. I'm not going to make you do all the work. Take that... person. He point's at Calamity. They are staring at us. I don't like that.
Rogue Nine walks over to his favorite spot, 19, and sits cross-legged, going into a quick Jedi meditation trance.
A quite piano starts to play as a man dressed so elegantly, with a fancy 7 piece tuxedo and silver bracelets, steps across a threshold into view. A rising chain of melody with an accelerating falling harmony in accompany takes place as the man bows, and the notes take on a staccato rhythm and tense sound as his showing body and face dissolve into dust, most of his skeleton crumbling too, leaving a walking suit with a single skeletal hand sticking out it's sleeve.
"So here we are, gentlemen and scoundrels. A few Dozen of us, (Rune)Bound(Shade) here. Shall we get started?"
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"From the shadows a pair of red eyes peers. The citizens of the thread walk past them, unsuspecting of the monster hiding in the shadows. Fangs, tentacles, and claws prepare for the hunt. It sets it's eyes upon a prey and stalks closer.
The prey is too occupied with it's own thoughts, and does not notice the monster. Suddenly...
ROAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!!!"
Tiny jumps at her prey and tacklehugs it. She couldn't eat it even if she wanted to. How was she going to eat him, anyways? She was just a 10-year-old kid in a monster costume.
Alarra
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C'nor nodded to the Pixie, looking thoughtful, and grateful for the assistance.
"Thank you. I'll keep your aid in mind, so long as it doesn't keep me from getting out of here," he said, before calling out to the searchers. "Change of plans! Someone else has that spot. Go for twenty-six."
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I support the godly magazine idea, and hope that Eld can serve as mix of town crier and incredibly deadpan game show host in some sections. Also, for some odd reason, he will also make appearance when it comes to godly fashion tips, for even if he is grim reaper he will be the most bishounen god there is. Just you wait
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Damn you and your comprehensive understanding of synergistic tactics. :|
Vesth observes the scene silently, his steely blue gaze taking in all, his cloak flapping about him as puts one hand in it, retrieving a deck of cards. Cards that had serviced him for so long, but yet had retained the feel of the newly-bought.
The noise. The loud, worthless, irritating noise! Where is the silence? Where is my order? My peace?
Deftly, with obvious practice and skill, he draws a card from the deck, which instantly transforms into a gleaming revolver, plated with gold and silver.
The gun, the instrument of death, swings upwards at his target, his finger on the trigger. Alarra shall die.
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