Murray
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Post by Murray on Mar 10, 2011 22:45:30 GMT -5
> Zach: Contemplate your naval.
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Post by Zach on Mar 10, 2011 22:46:36 GMT -5
Sadly, you can't reach your closet because the glowing death-orb is in the way. THAT'S IT. YOU'RE DESTROYING THIS THING. You throw FEN THE WOLF PLUSHIE. --- The fuzzy plush flies through the air, smacking straight into the orb. The whole room is suddenly bathed in bright light. Zach paled, rubbing his eyes from the momentary blindness. When his vision finally cleared, his breath caught in his throat. Floating before him was a strange, light blue wolf-ghost thing... "NO! THE GHOST BALL ATE FEN!" he cried, falling to his knees dramatically.
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Post by Brittany on Mar 10, 2011 22:47:21 GMT -5
>While you're down there, you notice something....
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Post by Murray on Mar 10, 2011 22:49:49 GMT -5
High above the clouds, a portal is spawned, and a large rock is set on a collision course for a location near Zach's house
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Post by Zach on Mar 10, 2011 22:56:18 GMT -5
You notice something on the floor. Beautiful, radiant... dead... yeah, it's a dead butterfly. Oh, well. Any port in a storm. You toss the butterfly rather haphazardly at the wolf ghost --- With a bright flash of light, the blue wolf sprite changed, growing a large pair of translucent blue wings and a pair of long, elegant antenae. It barked endearingly.
Fensprite: Hello~ woof. Zach: O[]O
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Post by Brittany on Mar 10, 2011 22:58:42 GMT -5
>Contemplate your navel.
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Post by Zach on Mar 10, 2011 23:01:26 GMT -5
You're freaking out about a giant floating butterwolf. There is no way in HELL that you would consider examining your navel... with all of its round innie-ness... you hope there's not lint in there.
Fensprite: ... ^ ^ m(o__o)m
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Post by Brittany on Mar 10, 2011 23:02:52 GMT -5
>INTERROGATE SPRITE.
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Post by Zach on Mar 10, 2011 23:03:57 GMT -5
Zach: ...Okay, so... um... you are? Fen: It's me, silly! Fen! Woof! ... ^ ^ m(OuO)m Zach: *faint*
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Post by Zach on Mar 10, 2011 23:09:34 GMT -5
>Be the cheerful girl.
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Post by Murray on Mar 10, 2011 23:11:22 GMT -5
powerhungryBrainwhittler [PB] began pestering howlingArcana [HA]
PB: Zachaaaarine! PB: I'm bored and early morning-y. PB: Your fake full name makes me thirst for citrus.
> Zach: Who is this pestering you?
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Post by Brittany on Mar 10, 2011 23:15:20 GMT -5
You are the cheerful girl.
You are so cheerful, in fact, you can't help smiling. Today is turning out to be a wonderful day and you dance around the room to point this out.
Your name is Brittany and you are 18 years old. You should be in college but are stubbornly in high school, not at all ready to grow up. You are CHEERFUL because all of your friends are playing this GAME that just came out. You are beside yourself. Not literally, that would be weird. Your interests are in almost all things ARTISTIC and you enjoy PAINTING, even though you believe you are not that good at it. You also enjoy VIDEOGAMES but you feel like you never play them enough. You finish dancing around the room. What will you do?
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Post by Zach on Mar 10, 2011 23:17:06 GMT -5
>Locate your copy of the game.
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Post by Brittany on Mar 10, 2011 23:18:52 GMT -5
You attempt to locate your copy of the game. It seems to be missing. You rummage through clothes to find it. Oh, this messy room.
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Post by Murray on Mar 11, 2011 2:26:21 GMT -5
TS: Nope, it's ME!! TS: TROLOLOLOL PB: Oh man, I must be tired. TS: Oh, god, pff, sorry, that happens sometimes. What time is it there, love? PB: Morning, early. I think. PB: I need food. TS: Go get food, then. I'm sure your tummy is all, "FEED ME!" PB: kay
- powerhungryBrainwhittler [PB] ceased pestering teatimeSerenade [TS] -
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