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| BlockBuilderMan:
Please remove me, I'm just not getting into the game |
| Nellis:
--- Quote from: Bushido on December 30, 2007, 02:44:58 AM --- And follow the profile build from the Inventory posts. That's all we're using. Not a typical RPG. >:( --- End quote --- Errr. I had All that stuff except the water bottle had water, and the Sunglasses weren't cracked, AND the Cellphone wasn't broken, AND I didn't have that piece of glass. "P-please......H...H-help me......" Says Bubs as he becomes unconscious. |
| Trigun:
Trigun Accomplishments: ..Loading.. Inventory: * Over shoulder: String With 4 Chunks Of Rabbit Meat & 1 Chunk Of Squirrel Meat Tied On It * In right hand: A Rock * In left hand: A Stick * On body: Torn Up Black Jeans, Blood Stained White Shirt, Black & White VANS With Ends Cut Off, Broken Aluminum Watch, Black Leather Belt * Attached to belt: A Rock * Attached to belt: A Rock:D I wuz bored. EDIT: I fixed, now add me. |
| General Omega:
omega accomplishments: lived right hand: yes left hand:the right hand on body: skin belt:pants belt :a knife note is merduous of small annoying living things |
| Bushido:
Trigun, no weaponry. Or accomplishments. General, no nubbery. You're out due to being nude. After a while, I got hungry. Obviously I better refill myself, and preferably get some food for tomorrow. But, it looks like I still have some food being smoked on Wedge's smoking... thing... but I don't need to eat anything from there right now. After a few minutes of thought, I come to the decision to set up a trap, and go to the beach for the supplies. I actually seem to find something, because I bring back the bottom half of a barrel; It's not useful as a water container, so I wear down the barrel's sharp, pointy spikes around it, and basically make a bowl. After bringing back the bowl, I put a small stick in the ground, and the barrel part on top. I see that as a pretty good trap, so I leave it at that. Within minutes a little chicken comes walking into the campground, and walks really, REALLY close to the trap, but stops there. Again after minutes of waiting, it has signs of life again, and starts bawking around the campground. After me getting ridiculously bored waiting for it to go in, so I walk very stealthily back behind the chicken and yell; "IT'S A TRAP!" Needless to say, the chicken freaked out, smashed into the stick holding up the bowl, thereby knocking itself out, and the bowl/barrel crashing down on it. Fellas, we're havin' CHICKEN TONIGHT! Or something. Caught; A Living Chicken Found than Refined; A Wooden Barrel half |
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