And... Part Three Of My Story (tafmsda)!
So my premier ran out. I apologize for editing this for this, but just saying, I'll be back up soon. Maybe. If not, you know where to find me.
So here we are again, the third installment in my story, The Adventures of the Francshire-Mordekin Superpowered Detective Agency. Share and Enjoy!
“So… What did you say you were, again?”
Mark and Sam were sitting on the sofa-shaped chunk of ice in Sam’s apartm
Because I am obsessed with this album, and it is great.
On a related note, I just synchronized my four pocket watches down to the second.
"Wait, four?! We thought you only had three!" you all shout to me in unison.
Well, this was true! I have recently acquired my fourth, though! Much higher quality than the two next-recent ones, and incredibly higher aesthetic appeal and workmanship than the original gold had. It costs around fifty-five dollars standard... But I got it on sale for
And I'm definitely going with something from The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway, by Genesis.
Options! Rael
Rael Imperial
Aerosol Kid
Supernatural Anaesthetist
The Doktor
Brother John
The Carpet Crawler Pick one, go on, be the bro you want to be
Part Two: In Which We Introduce A New Character
Shouting people.
They are nicer than sirens, but not by much.
At this particular moment, there were quite a few screaming people, a number rapidly dwindling as these people fled through the large, explosion-shaped hole in the wall to the mountainous landscape outside of it.
The reasons for these actions are simple. You see, when given the choice, people will often choose to do something that will not put them at risk of dying, or
The As-Of-Yet Unnamed Adventures of Sam Mordekin, Part One
Sirens.
They aren’t known for being particularly pleasant things to listen to.
At the current moment, one siren was going off in a small, locally owned downtown bank. Nobody was happy, as one could assume for obvious reasons, and then for reasons that extended beyond the siren’s nature.
Simply put, every single human being in that bank, save one, was at risk of
20-Face. He's really just the Happy-Mask Salesman copying Harvey Dent, and he uses a d20 instead of a coin.
...He has yet to decide what results in death.
It was pretty amazing.
My character's name is Ferrin, and he's a dwarf Fighter. Stats are pretty good, two seventeens and a fifteen, and stuff. Wields a warhammer and a kukri, which he's specialized in.
My stats:
Str - 17
Dex - 14
Con - 17
Int - 12
Wis - 12
Cha - 14
I'm pretty sure we completely played wrong, and it was a module that we played, so there was no imagination to the dungeon. I wish I could play DM next time, but I've got a character to play, so I don't think I ca
So I came up with this whole setting with good ol' Ped-Xing. I'm Andrew Corlot (Not my real name) and he's Nate Muad'Dib (Partially his real name).
Read on!
Andrew Corlot says:
You are wielding a two-handed sword, and your partner next to you is holding a bow with twelve arrows.
There are two orcs on the opposite side of the room, both armed with axes.
One approaches.
You have no shield, what do you do?
NO YOU MUST MAKE A SINGLE ACTION
And it must have an undetermined result.
Nat
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I might just draw another picture, seeing as all I did here was crop and Warholize it... I thought it was cool, though!
Criticism, the standard like/dislike stuff?
My Limbo would be a city where all the buildings are mosaic, and all the walkways glass. Where the triangular prisms that make up the buildings are twisting tall into the sky, and there are arched bridges from building top to building top. To anyone on the streets, it would be a city where the directions up, down, left, and right are nonexistent.
What's your Limbo?
And I played some really great songs.
Like Around the World and Journey of the Sorceror.
Also Dr Horrible stuff for my friend who will be, well, playing Horrible.
It was pretty great, as far as parties go.
