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Welcome back to the Game, where right now we're discussing how Tracy can't hide the fact that she sometimes catches fire.
>>9154*looks up at the sky and gazes at the stars*
*charges ki*>>9159Oh don't make that face. You've been even more of a nark than Trump himself.
>>9161>>9162It's been lovely playing with you, too
>>9163NO
YOU ARE NOT BANNING ME YOU LITTLE SHIT
>>9158"Pass, I'm immune to base impurities."
>>9165>it's been lovely playing with you, too>smug ass hoersYou know what I mean Trump
>>9164Plz tell me ur not Creeper
>>9161Didn't you join the game literally to troll me?
cries inside>>9167No I don't
>>9170???????????
>>9171I retract my former statements
Exept calling you a pompous ass
>>9172Nevermind, you made the "UR NOT BANNING" comment right after I kicked a troll from the stream.
>>9173>stream?Also, I meant you where going to ban me for calling you an ass
Sounds like a yuge missunderstanding
>>9180>>9179????
Neither of you are site staff
>>9180No, I meant the rule. I'm trying not to samefag, but I guess its inevitable.
>>9181That doesn't mean I'm not awesome,... ^_~
>>9178>*checks the rules like the faggot nerd he is*>0-4: 'people talking'Looks like no drawbacks on Listen checks.
>>9184You experience a ringing in your ears that makes it difficult to hear.
>tfw you've written well over a 1000 words to tell your character's life story, you know you're not even halfway done, and you don't know if it's worth finishing
>>9186Maybe some gentle words of encouragement
Do it you fucking faggot, don't leave us hanging
Take your time Flashy, no need to prematurely ejaculate
>>9185Am i at the football field yet?
>>9191Yes
>>9175Whatever brought you here (and not just you) I'm glad you came
>>9192Nevermind.
>>9143What does Tracy see down the road?
>>9193Why, thank you. It's been fun.
>>9194The trail heads north where it splits. One road heads west/sw, another continues north, and another veers to the east.
>>9198How did Lenos reppond oo.my request
>I should probally join the rest of you faggots, shouldn't I?
>>9192Might I suggest colored IDs?
>>9199Sorry, I missed the request. What was it again? Also, Tracy's just exploring right now, nothing exciting will happen at this point
The stadium appears sort of like the roman Colosseum, not so much in it's architectural similarities - though to be sure, the buildings are similar in their gargantuan size - but in the feeling of walking into ruins, with all seating sections empty, less than half the structure built, and only naked concrete piercing the sky. In front of you is the field itself - not well kept grass, but mostly dirt with bits of grass on it, and chalk laid out for practice sessions. At the end of the field, nearer the more relatively completed side of the stadium you see him - a six foot man sitting down in a fold out chair with both hands together in a sort of triangle, resting on his knees. A very serious look on his face
N/M, found it.
"Sure, gimme."
<tink tink tink>
Here ya go.
2 cold iron hatchets (masterwork +1)
>9203
I guess I try and find the others
Thanks Lenos
[3d20 = 39]>>9198Search and Listen for clues to where the caravan may have gone by. Use the hoers's Scent ability while I'm at it.
Do I need to make a Survival check in order to use the Track skill in this instance?
>>9204You're more than the full 300 yards of the field by the time you begin your approach to him. In front of you are large men in pads and red uniforms. Their uniforms bare the name "GENERALS" with various numbers, and you think for a moment you can recognize a face or two. They pay you no mind, perhaps they're used to seeing strangers walk past them and towards the man at the end of the field. You walk past them and off to the side as they do various different plays and practices for a long season ahead.
By all logic, the man at the end of the field should have seen you approach, as you were immediately in front of his field of view. You notice, looking into his eyes, rarely blinking, that neither is he watching the players, as his eyes do not move and respond to the players as they move about in front of him, but remain fixed on some nothingness far off in the distance. There's a sort of sadness in them. He doesn't notice either, or at least, he does not respond, when you approach to his left.