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The Chronicles of Phallnia:
The Lion, The Witch, and the Phalla
Day 0
Finally! The Pevensie children had reached the camp the night before, where the whole of Narnia had assembled themselves to fight against the White Witch. The prophecy of the Sons of Adam and Daughters of Eve was coming true, bit by bit! Of course, there were supposed to be two of each, and one of the Sons of Adam seemed to have gone missing. But nobody was quite sure where he’d gone. Had he been captured? Killed? Or was he merely lost in this huge camp? The pain of the hurt called out to Lucy Pevensie, who disappeared into the throng with her treasured healing waters to heal the sick and wounded. Susan Pevensie was drawn to explore the camp, to meet the various animals and speak with them. She bore the bow and horn given to her by Father Christmas at all times, and to many they became the symbols of their saviors. And Peter Pevensie, oldest of the children, found himself in Aslan’s tent, with Oreius the Centaur, where they discussed the plans for the battle that Peter himself would lead. And Edmund Pevensie, what of Edmund? Gone was this Pevensie, and no one could say why.
And far away, Jadis, the White Witch, Queen of Narnia, had gathered her own servants, and laid unto them the darkest of plans. A wolf, a troll, a hag, and a dwarf wound their way to the camp, as if joining to fight the Witch. And yet, in their hearts, they bore naught but malice, for their duty was to kill the Pevensie children, one by one. If they could be eliminated, the prophecy’s power could be broken! But if not…
Aslan, Peter, and Oreius broke up their meeting just after sunset, and at the same time alarms went up in the camp. Shouts from every direction, and the three were separated as they approached the source of the disturbance. And the sight they saw was horrific to the creatures of Narnia. A sleigh, with reindeer slaughtered all about it, and within it, a large man dressed all in red, with an empty sack, lay dead… his throat torn out.
“Father Christmas. Ohhh, this is just terrible…â€, said Mr Beaver, to his wife, who responded glumly. “There there, dear. All’ll be well, you know that. Aslan’ll take care of it.â€
“Murdered!†shouted Oreius. “Treachery! Coward’s work! Aslan must see this! Where is Aslan?â€
All eyes turned to Aslan, and the great lion lowered his head, sadly, as he spoke. “Always winter, never Christmas, for a hundred years and now for more. But the icy grip of the White Witch will be broken. Search amongst yourselves, and find these murderers! We will not allow them to break us before the battle even begins!â€
In the rush that followed, everyone lost track of one another, and yet, in the minds of all assembled grew the knowledge that somewhere amongst them, those in service to the Witch hid and slew. Fear and mistrust filled the camp’s air that night, leaving everyone on edge. And the Pevensie children, Peter, Lucy, and Susan, could not shake the feeling that something terrible must have happened to Edmund…
Game On
There is the Red vote tonight, Please remember that I do ask for retractions in Lime, just as a nice gesture. Have fun guys.
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Fembot! An obvious badguy.
KrataLightblade. She will be mine. Oh yes, she will be mine.
Let the games begin!
copycat
!FrostMist
Narration for Day 0 Is incoming.
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Steam
The Lion, The Witch, and the Phalla
Day 0
Finally! The Pevensie children had reached the camp the night before, where the whole of Narnia had assembled themselves to fight against the White Witch. The prophecy of the Sons of Adam and Daughters of Eve was coming true, bit by bit! Of course, there were supposed to be two of each, and one of the Sons of Adam seemed to have gone missing. But nobody was quite sure where he’d gone. Had he been captured? Killed? Or was he merely lost in this huge camp? The pain of the hurt called out to Lucy Pevensie, who disappeared into the throng with her treasured healing waters to heal the sick and wounded. Susan Pevensie was drawn to explore the camp, to meet the various animals and speak with them. She bore the bow and horn given to her by Father Christmas at all times, and to many they became the symbols of their saviors. And Peter Pevensie, oldest of the children, found himself in Aslan’s tent, with Oreius the Centaur, where they discussed the plans for the battle that Peter himself would lead. And Edmund Pevensie, what of Edmund? Gone was this Pevensie, and no one could say why.
And far away, Jadis, the White Witch, Queen of Narnia, had gathered her own servants, and laid unto them the darkest of plans. A wolf, a troll, a hag, and a dwarf wound their way to the camp, as if joining to fight the Witch. And yet, in their hearts, they bore naught but malice, for their duty was to kill the Pevensie children, one by one. If they could be eliminated, the prophecy’s power could be broken! But if not…
Aslan, Peter, and Oreius broke up their meeting just after sunset, and at the same time alarms went up in the camp. Shouts from every direction, and the three were separated as they approached the source of the disturbance. And the sight they saw was horrific to the creatures of Narnia. A sleigh, with reindeer slaughtered all about it, and within it, a large man dressed all in red, with an empty sack, lay dead… his throat torn out.
“Father Christmas. Ohhh, this is just terrible…â€, said Mr Beaver, to his wife, who responded glumly. “There there, dear. All’ll be well, you know that. Aslan’ll take care of it.â€
“Murdered!†shouted Oreius. “Treachery! Coward’s work! Aslan must see this! Where is Aslan?â€
All eyes turned to Aslan, and the great lion lowered his head, sadly, as he spoke. “Always winter, never Christmas, for a hundred years and now for more. But the icy grip of the White Witch will be broken. Search amongst yourselves, and find these murderers! We will not allow them to break us before the battle even begins!â€
In the rush that followed, everyone lost track of one another, and yet, in the minds of all assembled grew the knowledge that somewhere amongst them, those in service to the Witch hid and slew. Fear and mistrust filled the camp’s air that night, leaving everyone on edge. And the Pevensie children, Peter, Lucy, and Susan, could not shake the feeling that something terrible must have happened to Edmund…
Game On
There is the Red vote tonight, Please remember that I do ask for retractions in Lime, just as a nice gesture. Have fun guys.
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I bow to your superior logic sir. A rash phalla vote will only lead to my eventual death and I thank you for your guiding words.
Fembot!
so.. you say that both you and fembot are bad guys?
pretty suspicious there
They killed SANTA CLAUS?
You did it wrong...
Pretty shady there
Gah - does it matter?
Red votes will ONLY be counted if they occured after the narration was put up. Thank you!
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Hey now, that was just the pre-game ultra-mini phalla. Koan and I both won.
As to this whole Santa business, well - has anyone seen the Easter Bunny lately?
Epic reveal, I am the Wardrobe!
This is the Lion, the Witch and the Phalla. No wardrobe here.
You must be the Phallus! :winky:
Let me inside you, Grundl
Do you mean the White Queen from marvel? Cause, hello nurse.
Steam
(I've yet to actually try one...)
Turkish delights are awesome, or at least they were 20 years or so ago, when I had my last one...
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You can also buy a turkish delight from the ladies out on the corner downtown. Last time I tried it I was just left feeling empty... sticky and empty.
Day 1 placeholder a-go-go.
Mr Defecation
She's mine! All Mine!
Hellooooooo Nurse!
Russian gun-wielding polar bears are bad news.
Also I don't have Obbi to vote for here.
Steam
I don't get it.
Marry me.
I'm a freaking horse.
Papillon don't hate just because Turkey and Italy killed you.