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bipolar bee rolled 2 10-sided dice:
5, 10
Total: 15 (2-20)
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 Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 6:46 pm
 The acorn is 15mm. The area was pure and pristine and beautiful and home, all pale silver and misty fog. It was not a choking, heavy fog, but a soft and beautiful puff of damp, cool air against Sasha's skin. It was refreshing, soothing, swirling. The tree seemed to speak to her in quiet, lilting tones, and Sasha approached the sickly feeling tree so that she might abide by its wishes.
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bipolar bee rolled 1 10-sided dice:
9
Total: 9 (1-10)
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 6:50 pm
Today is ninety-eight.
Tomorrow is ninety-nine.
Ninety-nine kills.
I've been waiting.
It's not about suffering. It's not about killing. It's not about fighting, or winning. It's not even about surviving.
My final kill. I'm already anticipating the scent of death and acrid agony. I can taste the foreign, coppery tang of blood on my tongue. I can feel the shift and fall of my opponent's body as I take their life - as their power becomes my own.
One more kill.
One more day in this wretched place.
One more day of wormy gruel.
One more day of sleeping in foul, filth-covered sheets.
Today is ninety-eight.
Tomorrow is ninety-nine.
My age is inconsequential. I've been a slave to the arena since I was old enough to heft a spear. The crowd loves me, maybe because I'm small. Maybe because I'm female. Maybe it's because I overcome whatever opposition crosses my path.
I am death. I am fearless. I am brutal and prideful and filled with a burning abhorrence for those who pay to watch me kill - who pay to watch me die.
I don't die. Death cannot die.
I am indestructable.
Today is ninety-eight.
Tomorrow is ninety-nine.
I will be one-hundred.
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bipolar bee rolled 1 10-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-10)
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 6:53 pm
Rolling a 6: Your character is a private eye detective, and this time, they have been hired on what is claimed to be an unsolvable case. You arrive there with only your handy notepad and your own, sharp eye. Something about the case seems odd, from the body, to the events happening, something paranormal. You feel like there is more to the story than what you've been given, but you can't place a finger on it, not quite yet. If you are a horsemen, hunter, or student, it doesn't matter, you are a detective, in Film Noir setting (in the 1930's). You are only writing your character's POV but you can borrow NPCs and any players characters you got permission from.
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bipolar bee rolled 1 10-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-10)
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 6:54 pm
The west is wild. It's unruly. It's unforgiving. It's barren and desolate but there's a beauty in it too, a beauty in the freedom.
A beauty in the law.
I ain't no lawman, but I can appreciate what they do. They work to keep us all safe, and that's something I can stand behind. My life as a cowboy ain't easy, but I reckon it's the life I was given.
I can stand behind that, too.
In this world of lawlessness, a man - or a woman - has gotta stick up for what they believe in. Ain't no sense in existing if you don't. Life ain't easy. Work ain't easy. But workin' for nothin' ain't easy either, and when these bandits roll into town like they own it, well.
Ain't no law in that.
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 6:57 pm
Total time played: 984 days, 22 hours, 58 minutes, 35 seconds.
Time played this level: 443 days, 6 hours, 52 minutes, 12 seconds.
[Guild][Taichou]: IF YOU TAKE YOUR AGILITY AND DIVIDE IT BY YOUR DPS, THEN MULTIPLY IT BY .3476, YOU CAN TELL WHAT YOUR HASTE IS.
[Trade][Doublefisterr]: [a**l] [Swift Strikes]
[Trade][Buttreaper]: [a**l] [Battle Cry]
[Trade][Monstermash]: [a**l] [Gambler's Chance]
[Moonwasher] whispers: Hi.
To [Moonwasher]: Hi.
[Notadoctor] has come online.
[Badrep] whispers: i want to murder you in your sleep
To [Badrep]: i'll be waiting
[Guild][Moonwasher]: Welcome back, Sasha.
[Ladiesloveme] has come online.
[Ladiesloveme] has gone offline.
[Notadoctor] whispers: hello little bird
To [Notadoctor]: hello doctor
[Ladiesloveme] has come online.
[Ladiesloveme] has gone offline.
[Ladiesloveme] has come online.
[Ladiesloveme] has gone offline.
[Ladiesloveme] has come online.
[Ladiesloveme] has gone offline.
[Guild][Singsong]: thanks, wash
[Guild][Singsong]: omg what is his problem
[Guild][Singsong]: is he getting hacked
[Trade][Lleerrooyyjjeennk]: [a**l] [Circe]
[Trade][Sunscream]: [a**l] [Chill]
[Trade][Monstermash]: Nice one, haha.
[Trade][Jesssica]: [a**l] [The Eye]
[Trade][Sunscream]: More like brown eye, llaawwwlll
[Guild][Singsong]: uuuugh they're doing [a**l] in trade chat again
[Guild][Badrep]: QQ more n00b
[Guild][Moonwasher]: You want to duel, Rep?
[Ladiesloveme] has come online.
[Ladiesloveme] has gone offline.
[Ladiesloveme] has come online.
[Ladiesloveme] has gone offline.
[Ladiesloveme] has come online.
[Ladiesloveme] has gone offline.
[Notadoctor] whispers: what are you wearing
To [Moonwasher]: Doctor wants me to talk dirty to him again.
[Moonwasher] whispers: Hell yeah, maybe I can get my shield on the next raid.
To [Notadoctor]: nothing, what are you wearing
[Moonwasher] whispers: I mean, if he gives you loot again.
[Moonwasher] whispers: I'm not saying you should talk dirty to him just because I want loot council to give me that shield.
[Notadoctor] whispers: a smile
To [Moonwasher]: It's NBD i'm just sitting in h-town anyway
[Guild][Badrep]: idgaf i am going to kick ur a** tho
[Moonwasher] whispers: Rep is such a d**k.
To [Moonwasher]: he's not that bad
[Guild][Taichou]: BELIEVE IN YOUR KOKORO, WASH. I DO.
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 7:00 pm
Everything.... hurts... My life... is meaningless. I want... to... die... Kill ... me ...
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 7:01 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 7:02 pm
Sasha finished nurturing the tree, cultivating it until it swayed softly in the breeze. And yet, there was still one more request. An odd one, to be honest, but Sasha chose to draw water from the empty pool. The water was difficult to come by and murky at best, but at last her tree became something truly spectacular.
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 7:03 pm
"Are you satisfied with what I have become?" There was really only one answer to give. "Yes."
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