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1 hour ago, DwerBomb said:

the *shivers* bunny...

(*Evil laughter*)

Wiffleball held Noctimus close, cuddling the tiny shadow while gently stroking its head. When he noticed Turner was trying to bait the pupper with some meat, Wiffleball held him in place, noting how dry and discolored the meat was. It didn't look very fresh, and considering Noctimus was rather ill at the moment, letting him eat spoiled food probably wouldn't be the best idea.

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(Mark's out and L is too lazy to write a "Goodbye Mark" post so here goes.)

Mark's umbrella jammed as they sailed into the storm. The rain hit his skin. Oh gods, the itching. The itching was unbearable. Little by little, scales appeared more and more in place of Mark's skin. His mind at this point was not his own. "Jump in. Make it all go away." His mind screamed at him. At this point, Meri docked the boat on the island and Mark was unrecognizable. He let out a blood-curdling hiss as he ran off the boat and into the water. He swam off fast into the horizon, never to be seen again. All that was left of Mark was the broken umbrella on deck.

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"What is your favorite food?" This seemed to be the only quesiton worth answering. "Well, how is your off spring made, how long is your typical lifespan, what chemical components make up your skeleton structure, in detail could you tell me your each of your organ and their functions, what is the common relations between your kind, is there a army of some sort, is there any kind of hierarchy in place, I would like to know what all your respiratory system is capable of, is there something special that you acquired on a journey to help you in the object around the terrain or is it passed down from those who made you, are you male or female, what is the difference between male and female, have you offspring of your own, what temperature is your constant for bodily functions to be stabilized, how muc-" it seemed like the question were going to keep coming with no break.

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The drone returned Angelle safely down the stairs and then flew back up. It stayed at the top of the stairs to prevent anyone else from going up there. Turner placed the meat on the ground for the dog creatures and decided to go outside. "What exactly is going on out here?" He asked as he retrieved the blade from the tree. "Are you sparring? Master enjoys to spar himself, but he usually has an opponent..."

(THAT FEELING WHEN I SPENT TOO MUCH TIME ON AN A PAINT MEME AND IT CRASHES)

(I did it again. Because studying is not something I am able to do apparently. So I am using this as a way to escape my responsability :,^) 

 

 

 

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rip Mark

he became one with the water

Never Forget

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Edited by DwerBomb
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(Wow, whoever was running this server had horrible ping)

The crawling horror evaporates leaving a wad of nightmare fuel. There doesn't appear to be anymore shadow monsters in the immediate vicinity, but that would soon change if Syndir didn't raise his sanity.

Syndir leaned onto his staff and gave Kade a thumbs up.

Edited by Zeklo
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"Oh well let us start from the beginning of your race. Making their offspring. I would like to know the process and details of what young looks like such as weight, height,what functions of the body are working at the time," Silven decided the best thing would be to start here and slowly ask every question possible after.

(I wasn't getting notifications :V)

Syndir stared at Famen and then back at the nightmare fuel. He side stepped, blocking it from view, and chuckled,
"Nope—er I mean... uh... what ever do you mean by that peculiar question that is coming out of your mouth area?"

Edited by Zeklo

Noctimus coughed a few times. His sickness was acting up again. He layed on his stomach.

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Trevor was alert incase Meritursas tried anything funny. To pass the time, Trevor decided he should pet the dragon, or as he called it "Nessie". They both injured their legs, so it would be natural for them to help each other out.

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Turner stands there awkwardly for a moment and then patrols the perimeter of the manor. He was internally disturbed about how messy everything was. He assumed it was the storm and gathered up some of the debris around the yard and put it all in a pile. He assumed because he was outside, people wouldn't be awoken by his noisiness. The drone inside, which was more quiet, could make sure everyone was alright and not breaking any rules.

Edited by CloakofCrow

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