The latest segment of our little adventure begins with the party frozen stiff,... because we ended it on a still-frame. Trump is bleeding and bruised, with an almost unnoticeable limp, while Tracy is still shuddering from Trump's ill placed hand earlier. Thez is nearby flicking giant-brain from her shoulder, while Giga-Torcuil - essentially a giant bearded scotsman in a plaid robe - wrestles with a 7-headed hydra (and losing I might add).
By the way, had I remembered that there was a hydra in MLP, I'd have used imagery much sooner.
Crap, wrong image.
There. So that, except with 7 heads, and most of them have a grip on Torcuil's 'not suited for wrestling with hydras' forearms. He's a bit of a bleeder it looks like.
For those not in the know, this is the continuation of a hybrid Dungeons and Dragons campaign which has been modified to suit anonymous image-boards. New players are always welcome, please just announce your interest in playing and we'll figure it out as we go.
Lurkers are welcome, please don't be disruptive. ^_^
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>>2001ah a fellow warrior taur take me to him
[1d20 = 20]>>2003>>2004I don't know about 'warrior', but he's a proper bastard.
>walking outside to where Torcuil is.As you approach, you see a long-bearded scotsman in a billowing robe (think of a full-body kilt) glancing around for some inspiration.
>>2003You might be pregnant. Happy now? ^_^
>>2005ah hello you magnificent bastard
it is i INFERNUIS
Gawd, this is going to end up as a stand-alone greentext isn't it
>>2012Tracy's already been raped 6 gorillion times. I was going to make it a sort of miracle that she'd become fertile again.>*spashes water on face*"Time to wake up, Flashy!"
>>2013Question,... from where does she get this water?
[1d20 = 14]>>2008Okay, so Torcuil is afb (away from board) atm. Last I checked him he was raring to go, so how about we leave it at an 'unspecified friendly contact' for the time being.
>>2014Didn't Thez hand me that water earlier?
>*smacks unconscious face in frustration, while humping boner* >>2015alright i ask Thez to take me to the library
>>2015Yes she did. And you can be certain then that Trump will be erect for the entirety of his slumber (till he logs in). Also, he will remember nothing.
What happened while I was away
>>2018The fuck did I just read?
>>2017Sure!
>pokes TorcuilSince we're doing this on an imageboard, its kinda anything-goes, so it doesn't always mesh just right, but its still lots of fun desu.
>leads back to Library, see 2F image [1d20 = 8]>>2021i look for a copy of mein kampf
>>2020>>2019This is what happens when you skip-out on game night.*smacking stops*
"Oh, look who decided to wake up!"
>>2020You can't quite remember
How was your movie? (sweetest of smiles)
>>2023With an 8, I'm tempted to be a dick, but since its MK, you find it on a pedestal between two shelves, a light placed above it for ambience and reverence.
>>2025It was great!Trump instinctively punches Tracy in the face
I will delete or edit all of this I have to I swear [1d20 = 3]>>2026i ask for adolfs blessing to kill all the stripefags. and then i turn to a random page to see if adolf is giving me a sign.
"Now, Flashy, used one of Ezekiel's tricks to 'help' you out a bit while you were passed out. Don't worry: it's not permanent. We'll have a couple hours of personal time before things get serious, so until then.
>*straddles crotch and wraps hooves around your chest*"Love me!"
>>2027>Implying you can do shit while tied up and paralyzed>>2031Okay, here's what I've come up with. The first drug mixed with the second drug in his system, negating some aspects but leaving others in operation. The result is that he's now conscious, with an uncomfortable boner, with no memory of what happened in the last hour or so. Good?
Didn't want this to be how Tracy learned not to drink anything Thez offers
>>2035Pali's are immune to lasting/life-threatening poison, be happy this worked at all>>2037Shamefully, I haven't read MK yet so I can't quoteYou get a sign that you should kill ziggers.
[1d20 = 6]
>>2036
*Grumbles at having scenario foiled*
I should've >raped him when I had the chance...
*speed increases*
roll to wear down Flashy's stamina.
>>2039Pssst, u did rapeTrump successfully loosens some of his bonds through sheer force. He's now loosely tied to the bed, and able to move around a bit.
[1d20 = 7]>>2038i walk back to the room i woke up in because i forgot my sword there perception as im in the hallway to hear anything
>>2042>left his sword on the floorI had no idea, I thought you had it with you
[1d20 = 11]>>2043im gonna chalk it up to being exploded 2 times
[1d20 = 7]
"Ah, you're quite the trooper. That's the man I married."
*grasps chest firmly*
*speed quintuples*
Roll to finish him off.
>>2044>shrugsIts all good. We still haven't ventured into the danger zone, so its all bants atm.
Like what the fuck. I leave for three hours in "cinematic mode"
>>2045o_o
>_<>_oWhen you say 'finish off', are you being redundant? Its getting to the point where I want to put gloves on, but the deed is done. O_o
Trump is standing exactly where his character left off in the woods returning to the clearing, now healed of his bruises from the fight with the giants
>Inb4 this thread leads to a Trump/Tracy OC
This is NOT what I intended, but I didn't exactly stop it either,....
>>2050>didn't read the box>>2047*shrugs irl*
You didn't show up, and I was bored. It's 1:30 am where I am now.
So? How do you respond to this predicament?
>>2051Yes, that is correct. And nothing else *at all* happened.