This thread continues the ongoing RP/Shitposting game. Its based on D&D 3.5e core rules with exceptions made for just about anything. Its essentially a play-by-shitpost RPG with structural additions. Games get hairy on Saturdays, but weekends in general; weekdays are for meta and shitposting.
Most pressing of the situations is that involving Infernius, Trump, and Tracy; the former finds himself being surrounded by robots, while flying robots seem to have cut off his escape. As nimble as Uatchit is, his situation doesn't look good. Trump has fled outside the Cardashil wall, and his pursuit disengaged to secure the perimeter of the city. In short, Cardashil is now a Panopticon. Meanwhile, Tracy - er, a praying mantis who is clearly identifiable as Frank (or any of 3 other identities) - is amongst a throng headed for the teleportation gates along the perimeter of the park area.
Oh yes, and those grenades. One of the robots has char marks and scraping on it.
Meanwhile Stix, Torcuil, Snek, and Thez are having an otherwise constructive conversation in the Tower.
/vx/ - Videogames and Paranormal
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>>61284
Didn’t GM say we shouldn’t do more on off days and not focus on game days only? I forget.
Didn’t GM say we shouldn’t do more on off days and not focus on game days only? I forget.
>>61289
Torc leans down and whispers in Stix ear
"No, this is literally fucking Death. Black robe, scythe, whole 9 yards"
Torc leans down and whispers in Stix ear
"No, this is literally fucking Death. Black robe, scythe, whole 9 yards"
>>61291
For what?
For what?
I've come to realize how important those birds are: if it weren't for them, I would've wandered all over the goddamn continent by now.
>>61297
I'd like to hear some of the things it has to say, but I'm vaguely concerned of being vaporized/nerfed by it..
Tracy wouldn't be inclined to go near it after that 'baptism' either, as far as character goes.
I'd like to hear some of the things it has to say, but I'm vaguely concerned of being vaporized/nerfed by it..
Tracy wouldn't be inclined to go near it after that 'baptism' either, as far as character goes.
I'm going to place this on the board, since I feel like it's one of the better things I've made up and wrote o the spot, and it got no response in the discord:
Trumpaladin pulls out a Football, while talking to Stix
Stix: “Mind telling me how you found this instrument?”
Trumpaladin: "This specific one, or in general?"
"“I didn’t know there was a general one. Which story do you like to tell the best?”
"It's hard to say when I saw my first football. Almost like asking when you saw your first car, or ate your first basket of chicken tenders from Whataburger."
"It's been around as long as I can remember"
"But I do remember that first game my father took me to"
"It was just a high school game, really, we were there because a friend of the family had a son who was playing. My older brother was in middle school, and was going to be in high school eventually, so my dad decided to take him. And once they took him, they thought it would be pointless to get a babysitter just for me, so they took me as well
"Friday night, early October. Sun started to set as we stood in the stands"
"First I didn't pay too much attention. Went down with my mother and we got a hotdog. Way too much chili on the thing"
"But I began to watch. No, I didn't know quite what was going on. But the family friend - she was into it. Every single touch down, every movement of the ball, she was on it. It really left an impression on me. How interested she was. It made me start watching. So I watched. I knew some of the rules of the game because I would watch it on TV. Not enough to truly follow every play, but enough. I asked my dad some questions, as he pointed out the son of the family friend who was playing"
"They lost that night. But in a way, I won. I learned what it meant to route for a team. It wasn't a team I was on, but I could feel it. Taking on it's successes and its glories as your own. Assuming a sort of duty towards it. To make sure it succeeds and prospers. That's what I took away from Football that night, watching that woman, and with the excessive chili of the hotdog running down my hand. It's stuck with me"
Trumpaladin pulls out a Football, while talking to Stix
Stix: “Mind telling me how you found this instrument?”
Trumpaladin: "This specific one, or in general?"
"“I didn’t know there was a general one. Which story do you like to tell the best?”
"It's hard to say when I saw my first football. Almost like asking when you saw your first car, or ate your first basket of chicken tenders from Whataburger."
"It's been around as long as I can remember"
"But I do remember that first game my father took me to"
"It was just a high school game, really, we were there because a friend of the family had a son who was playing. My older brother was in middle school, and was going to be in high school eventually, so my dad decided to take him. And once they took him, they thought it would be pointless to get a babysitter just for me, so they took me as well
"Friday night, early October. Sun started to set as we stood in the stands"
"First I didn't pay too much attention. Went down with my mother and we got a hotdog. Way too much chili on the thing"
"But I began to watch. No, I didn't know quite what was going on. But the family friend - she was into it. Every single touch down, every movement of the ball, she was on it. It really left an impression on me. How interested she was. It made me start watching. So I watched. I knew some of the rules of the game because I would watch it on TV. Not enough to truly follow every play, but enough. I asked my dad some questions, as he pointed out the son of the family friend who was playing"
"They lost that night. But in a way, I won. I learned what it meant to route for a team. It wasn't a team I was on, but I could feel it. Taking on it's successes and its glories as your own. Assuming a sort of duty towards it. To make sure it succeeds and prospers. That's what I took away from Football that night, watching that woman, and with the excessive chili of the hotdog running down my hand. It's stuck with me"
>>61299
Last time she did something related to football, she was nearly drowned in Gatorade, and got nerfed on top of it.
Now she's just sort of weirded out by the prospect of it. Not that she had very much motivation to approach the statue in the first place.
Last time she did something related to football, she was nearly drowned in Gatorade, and got nerfed on top of it.
Now she's just sort of weirded out by the prospect of it. Not that she had very much motivation to approach the statue in the first place.
>>61301
>Not wanting to be with husbando in eternity when John Elway takes him away to the fields of Mile High
>Not wanting to be with husbando in eternity when John Elway takes him away to the fields of Mile High
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>>61306
%100
This is the best conceivable afterlife
%100
This is the best conceivable afterlife
>>61305
John Elway, but beyond consideration.
For one, John Elway's phallus is magnificent. I can't talk about it without causing distress to those not blessed of Elway?
John Elway, but beyond consideration.
For one, John Elway's phallus is magnificent. I can't talk about it without causing distress to those not blessed of Elway?
Its just too much
>>61310
REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
I wanted to ask him that
REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
I wanted to ask him that
>>61312
Then ask him yourself, now.
You hardly ever talk to him. Intelligent items are counted as NPCs, you know.
Then ask him yourself, now.
You hardly ever talk to him. Intelligent items are counted as NPCs, you know.
>>61315
*infernuis sees a little Dwelf girl with horns in the distance*
*infernuis stares at her for what feels like a lifetime*
*she has the hair of the 45th president and is wereing a trump brans suit*
*infernuis cries since no mouth*
*infernuis sees a little Dwelf girl with horns in the distance*
*infernuis stares at her for what feels like a lifetime*
*she has the hair of the 45th president and is wereing a trump brans suit*
*infernuis cries since no mouth*
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>>61316
*a gigantic ravine opens-up beneath the sea of opened letters, dumping you down a seemingly-infinite mail shoot. You free-fall for what feels like days, more envelopes twirling around you in a horrible cyclone, but there is no end in sight.
"The delivery never ends!" cackles an papery voice though the chaos
*a gigantic ravine opens-up beneath the sea of opened letters, dumping you down a seemingly-infinite mail shoot. You free-fall for what feels like days, more envelopes twirling around you in a horrible cyclone, but there is no end in sight.
"The delivery never ends!" cackles an papery voice though the chaos
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>>61322
Let's focus on one form of supernatural horror at a time....
*without warning, thousands of razor-sharp living envelopes burst out of your anus, creating a painfully powerful thrust that rockets you deeper and deeper down into the bottomless void into at blinding speed*
Let's focus on one form of supernatural horror at a time....
*without warning, thousands of razor-sharp living envelopes burst out of your anus, creating a painfully powerful thrust that rockets you deeper and deeper down into the bottomless void into at blinding speed*
Do outsiders take their loot with them, if they return to their home plane after being killed?
*peeks at mimic jar*
"Now what should I call you, little guy.."
"Now what should I call you, little guy.."
Trumpaladin gets up, slowly. He moves forward. Slowly, very slowly. He makes it only a few steps before his left knee seems to collapse on him. He saves the fall with his right hand, and assumes a sitting position, legs crossed
>>61313
“I’m headed to find my dagger. I just don’t feel right without it. Just a habit of having it right near me at all times. What are you up to?”
“I’m headed to find my dagger. I just don’t feel right without it. Just a habit of having it right near me at all times. What are you up to?”
>>61331
"Not much. We where thinking about going to watch a trebuchet demonstration or just hanging out at the tower.
Oh, if you need help looking for something I could have Mr. Snek help you."
>"ARE YOU VOLUNTEERING ME WITHOUT MY CONSENT? THIS VIOLATES THE NAP"
"I'm sure he'd be happy to help"
"Not much. We where thinking about going to watch a trebuchet demonstration or just hanging out at the tower.
Oh, if you need help looking for something I could have Mr. Snek help you."
>"ARE YOU VOLUNTEERING ME WITHOUT MY CONSENT? THIS VIOLATES THE NAP"
"I'm sure he'd be happy to help"
>>61336
“I have no clue what a gnome is exactly, so I’m guessing I’m good then. Have fun!”
Stix takes Mr. Snek
“I have no clue what a gnome is exactly, so I’m guessing I’m good then. Have fun!”
Stix takes Mr. Snek
>>61337
>"You owe me one"
Snek slithers along with Stix until he's out of Torc's sight
"Sometimes it feels like raising a child with him..."
>"I CAN STILL HEAR YOU"
>"You owe me one"
Snek slithers along with Stix until he's out of Torc's sight
"Sometimes it feels like raising a child with him..."
>"I CAN STILL HEAR YOU"
Trumpaladin turn his eyes up towards the Heavens, and utters a secret prayer. It is not a prayer to Elway, who has served him well, for he knows that what he requires is beyond him. It is not a prayer to Hitler either. No, he prays now to a hidden god, but one of immense power. In this prayer he places hope.
>>61340
From this god he requests a wish. nothing less than altering the fabric of reality itself. Nothing less would do
From this god he requests a wish. nothing less than altering the fabric of reality itself. Nothing less would do
>>61349
It pleases me when I get home and there's a grip of posts. ^_^
considering my depression was on overdrive today ~_~
It pleases me when I get home and there's a grip of posts. ^_^
considering my depression was on overdrive today ~_~
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>still hasn't played doki doki
I've been such a lazy fuck these past few months...
I've been such a lazy fuck these past few months...
Not only will I be available, but I am back on 3-day weekends ^_^
Its friday bitches
Its friday bitches
My computer is being a bitch...
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