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Post by Nightmare on May 7, 2019 3:17:59 GMT -5
Gonna be testing the NPC posting features here.
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Post by Nightmare on May 7, 2019 3:38:26 GMT -5
Sup my bodacious Babes?
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Post by Nightmare on May 7, 2019 4:15:17 GMT -5
I'm Silver now.
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Post by Nightmare on May 7, 2019 4:15:43 GMT -5
STOP! BB TIME!
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Post by Nightmare on May 7, 2019 4:24:14 GMT -5
* A mysterious hooded figure approaches the party. He stops 10 feet away from Rion, a pair of red eyes glowing from beneath his hood. He raises one of his clawed hands from beneath the dark cloak that covered his body and pointed to Rion, sending chills down his spine. A sick grin appeared on the figure's face, and a high pitched voice croaked out of his throat quietly, uttering a pair of words Rion was all too familiar with. Words he'd heard once on that fateful day. Words that haunted him to this very day.
"Men's asses."
* None of the others knew the meaning behind those words. But he knew. Rion knew all too well.
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Post by Nightmare on May 7, 2019 4:25:57 GMT -5
AY YO WELCOME IN MAH GOOD FRIENDS
WHATRE YA BUYIN?! AS YA CAN SEE, WE GOT ALL KINDSA GOODS FER SALE 'ERE!
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"GIMME MONEY NOW! I'll sell ya crisps and whatnot! I need the dollars for me kids I do! Don't leave without buyin' I'm beggin' ya!"
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Post by FDSuprema on May 7, 2019 4:49:11 GMT -5
*A quiet voice spoke in the dark of the room, the words chilling all those who heard them to the bone*
"I'm a little teapot... short and stout...!"
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Post by Tony on May 7, 2019 7:14:39 GMT -5
In a sudden moment of realization, Arne soon sees himself for what he truly is... nothing more than a fictional character created for the amusement of others. He falls to his knees and lets out a scream of pure terror... his voice echoing throughout the void of text that makes up his world. This revelation will forever shake him to his very core, as he will never be able to see anything the same ever again.
Meanwhile, Hien chases some birds around... trying to eat one of them.
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Post by Nightmare on May 7, 2019 16:22:42 GMT -5
Testing with a Frida 3 2 1 go
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Post by Aerin on May 7, 2019 16:28:44 GMT -5
A man holding in one hand a stick of cheese and in the other a large pickle walked forward, his mouth wide open as he chewed.
He crunched, the pickle and cheese juices dribbling down his chin.
"....Sup?"
He takes another loud, crunchy bite of the pickle.
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Post by Swim on May 7, 2019 19:51:33 GMT -5
Terra notices that she's been trapped in a grey box and immediately begins punching the sides.
"I broke through a mountain, these four walls can't hold me"
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Post by Swim on May 7, 2019 19:53:53 GMT -5
What're you buyin' strangeh?
Got a selection of good things on sale strangeh!
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Post by Swim on May 7, 2019 19:55:22 GMT -5
I'm Silver now.
Or am I?
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Post by Sorrum on May 7, 2019 19:59:06 GMT -5
Silver pulled the hood of her cloak over her face, and uwu'd.
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Post by Sorrum on May 7, 2019 20:00:13 GMT -5
Arne coughed heavily at the sight of the hot dog stand.
"Pull over, komrade." he threatened.
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