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Post by Devil Ether on Aug 18, 2006 18:30:02 GMT -5
What if someone decided to do some ultra-mundane RPG like:
D.E. walked to the fridge and noticed she was out of goat cheese. She was face with a horrible, horrible choice: Go to store and pick up more goat cheese (necessary for life) or miss the new episode of Futurama....
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Post by 11 on Aug 18, 2006 18:32:04 GMT -5
Ive seen some stuff like that.
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Post by Spammich on Aug 18, 2006 22:47:20 GMT -5
I've got better.... not going to put it up here though seeing how I would have to censor it.
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Post by 11 on Aug 19, 2006 11:52:35 GMT -5
I'm half way donewith Shadow of the Colossus.
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Post by Spammich on Aug 19, 2006 12:57:27 GMT -5
That is an awesome game.
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Post by Trey on Aug 21, 2006 2:24:59 GMT -5
climb mother fucker.
Hey, Spammich, lets do a badass rp. Right NOW.
Trey takes her seat, clicking the thin black seatbelt together and pulling it tight. Resting her head back, she pushes a button on the metal arm rests, allowing the coach seat to tilt back slightly. Damn, I should just take another flight. Fucking first class closed. The redhead looked up as a woman with a crying baby took a seat near her. Smirking, Trey popped two earphones into her ears and opened her laptop, clicked on an icon, and watched pornography.
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Post by Spammich on Aug 21, 2006 20:19:33 GMT -5
Saigo didsn't care whether or not he was in first class or not, so long as he got his damned booze. It hadn't taken him long to get comfortable enough to fall asleep in those damed airline chairs, but his porno senses began tingling. He sat up and stared around, "Trey is here..."
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Post by Devil Ether on Aug 21, 2006 22:22:18 GMT -5
I am the stow-away wedged in the over head baggage thing.
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Post by Trey on Aug 21, 2006 22:40:46 GMT -5
D.E. ruined it. New rp.
Trey lands onto the soft sand, panting from the labor of the battle. She quickly turns her head, her arm holding her up in a crouched position. Glaring at her black-clad enemy, she mutters under her breath. The cutlass in her hand rests on her knee, the weight of it bearing down on the injured and worn out escapee. Trey looked past the ninja captor at the village she was held prisoner in for countless months, if not years. Standing weakly to her feet, the pirate raised her falchion and slowed her breath, glaring at the eyes of her enemy.
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