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Forum Games / Re: Describe the above user's avatar with one word v2
« on: January 16, 2022, 05:41:23 PM »
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Forum Games / Re: Blockland Vending Machine! (OP missed 10 year anniversary and should feel bad)
« on: May 18, 2021, 05:42:01 PM »
You receive a live cat taco.
I insert an octagon.
I insert an octagon.
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Forum Games / Re: Land of Despots
« on: July 03, 2018, 09:25:46 AM »
Shef, with monumental effort steadies his nerves and raises himself back up, though his pain and shame remain visible in his shrunken posture and mournful voice. "I can do these things."
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Forum Games / Re: Land of Despots
« on: June 29, 2018, 10:21:08 AM »
Shef, his blood pumping and his brain on fire cries out to the havens and beats his chest in grief at the Shaman's words. Surely, this means the end for him - to be rejected by the Sea, the Sea. As the shaman calls for him to follow he is overcome by the knowledge that the Sea that he had yearned for during his years of slavery, the Sea whose memory had kept him going, the Sea who had been a constant friend in his early days, the Sea had rejected him. Shef lets out a pitiful wail and falls to the ground, senseless of anything besides his grief and the darkness inside of himself.
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Forum Games / Re: Land of Despots
« on: June 26, 2018, 08:41:38 AM »
At this point, Shef can take no more and begins to struggle. His years of toil have made him strong, but being without air as long as he has been, he is unable to use his full strength. Nonetheless, the shamans cannot help but feel the rising panic in his tightening grip and thrashing legs.
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Forum Games / Re: Land of Despots
« on: June 22, 2018, 09:15:44 PM »
Shef freezes for a split second and resigns himself once again to whatever end the sea holds for him. He takes a few deep breaths before wading shakily toward the shamans, his entire body shaking from a strange mixture of mortal fear of death and gleeful excitement at being reborn into the clan.
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Forum Games / Re: Land of Despots
« on: June 21, 2018, 10:11:09 AM »
Shef looks up at the gathering storm clouds and shrugs, following the shamans without resistance, a slight smile on his face. The years of toil and shame will be washed away by the tide or he will find rest in its embrace. Still, he is afraid of what is to come - he's been so far from the sea for so long.
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Forum Games / Re: Land of Despots
« on: June 18, 2018, 07:04:22 PM »The Halut-dan shifts in his seat, peering at Shef critically for a moment. "Now... I also need something else from you. If you have any idea of whether or not they're following you- I need you to tell me now. We've lost over half of our people getting here. And we can't afford another attack." The Halut-dan shifts forward, squinting at Shef as he asks him slowly, "Were you followed?"Shef pauses. He had expected a larger clan than what he came back to, but hadn't realized the scope of the troubles. "Three followed me at first." Shef looks down at his hands, then back up, his voice cheerful but his eyes steely, "They are no threat any more."
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Forum Games / Re: Land of Despots
« on: June 13, 2018, 05:12:57 PM »
Shef expected some trouble from the clan; he remembered vaguely that there had been a woman forced to live just outside the camp for heading too far inland, but figured that given the circumstances, things might be different. The stabs of shame he initially feels, however, are overcome by waves of joy simply at being back among his people.
Shef steps forward into the light, "I am Shef, son of Shau and Frei." Shef, despite knowing the seriousness of the situation, is nonetheless still barely able to contain his joy, and it shows in his voice.
Shef steps forward into the light, "I am Shef, son of Shau and Frei." Shef, despite knowing the seriousness of the situation, is nonetheless still barely able to contain his joy, and it shows in his voice.
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Forum Games / Re: Land of Despots
« on: June 06, 2018, 02:25:18 PM »
Shef drops to his knees in shock. He had only had the name his parents gave him for a couple of years before he was captured, and during the many moons of his enslavement, nobody had called him by anything more than slave.
He replies, his voice filled with emotion, "Chunn!"
He replies, his voice filled with emotion, "Chunn!"
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Forum Games / Re: Land of Despots
« on: June 06, 2018, 01:17:22 PM »
Shef rises, stretches and rubs the soreness from his limbs and continues walking, albeit at a leisurely pace, all the while keeping an eye for anything edible. As he goes, he drinks any dew he can find on larger leaves he passes. His hunger only grows, but his years of hardship have prepared him well to endure and keep on moving.
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Forum Games / Re: Land of Despots
« on: June 03, 2018, 09:12:23 AM »
Shef eats what leaves he can find and looks for a comfortable spot to rest; the energy of the day's excitement is starting to war off, leaving him well able to rest. He regrets not stealing firemaking tools from his former master's house, but there had been no time to lose. In a few minutes, fire or no fire, he dozes off.
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Forum Games / Re: Land of Despots
« on: June 01, 2018, 09:49:34 PM »
Shef dimly recalls being warned of the strength of these beasts and gives them as wide a berth as he can as he continues his trek along the coast. Soon he is tired, despite his impressive strength, as it has been long since he ate or rested, and so, once out of earshot of the walruses, squats down in a shady place and tries to listen for water over the dull roar of the ocean and spy edible plants in the vegetation. His knowledge of what plants are edible is limited, but he can still remember some of what his parents taught him on the subject long ago.
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Off Topic / Re: Share your family's war stories
« on: May 31, 2018, 10:10:48 AM »
My great grandfather (German from the Sudetenland) fought under the Germans in the WWII at the battle of Vitebsk and, if memory serves, was shot through the leg.
My great great uncle (American) fought under the Americans in WWII as a sniper hunter at Remargen.
I'm told I'm related on my father's side to one of the guys behind MacArthur in that photo of him returning to the Philippines, and that some of my ancestors fought (and died?) for the North in the American Civil War, though I'm fuzzy on the details in both cases.
There have been others, but those are the only ones I know of that definitely saw combat.
My great great uncle (American) fought under the Americans in WWII as a sniper hunter at Remargen.
I'm told I'm related on my father's side to one of the guys behind MacArthur in that photo of him returning to the Philippines, and that some of my ancestors fought (and died?) for the North in the American Civil War, though I'm fuzzy on the details in both cases.
There have been others, but those are the only ones I know of that definitely saw combat.
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Forum Games / Re: Land of Despots
« on: May 30, 2018, 10:11:54 PM »
Per the go ahead by SWAT and grunter, I'll be playing as someone attached to grunter's tribe.
Name: Shef
Physical Description: Above average height, very well built, disheveled but not long beard and hair. Skin darkened from long hours of labor under the sun.
Personality: Bubbly and slightly spastic, even under trial, to the extent that he seems unhinged to some (many, even).
Shef enters into Haluti lands, noting with immense joy the symbol of his tribe burned into his mind from before his capture so many moons ago. He knows he may be unwelcome after being so far from the blessed sea for so long, sobering his usually sunny disposition significantly. Not seeing or hearing anyone, he continues forward and finds the remnants of a camp, but runs past it to a beach. For the first time in years Shef is at the sea, and he spends minutes playing in it like an oversized child before returning to the abandoned scraps of a Haluti camp and sees clearly that it has been a long time since any Haluti were there - the stones of a fire pit are only slightly darkened after months of weathering, and the footpaths are already encroached upon by vegetation.
Shef moves along the coast in hopes of reuniting with his long lost kinsmen.
Name: Shef
Physical Description: Above average height, very well built, disheveled but not long beard and hair. Skin darkened from long hours of labor under the sun.
Personality: Bubbly and slightly spastic, even under trial, to the extent that he seems unhinged to some (many, even).
Shef enters into Haluti lands, noting with immense joy the symbol of his tribe burned into his mind from before his capture so many moons ago. He knows he may be unwelcome after being so far from the blessed sea for so long, sobering his usually sunny disposition significantly. Not seeing or hearing anyone, he continues forward and finds the remnants of a camp, but runs past it to a beach. For the first time in years Shef is at the sea, and he spends minutes playing in it like an oversized child before returning to the abandoned scraps of a Haluti camp and sees clearly that it has been a long time since any Haluti were there - the stones of a fire pit are only slightly darkened after months of weathering, and the footpaths are already encroached upon by vegetation.
Shef moves along the coast in hopes of reuniting with his long lost kinsmen.