I feel like I've seen a ghost! (I kind of removed you from the Phalla sign-up list since you were gone for so long. I can get your old spot back, if you want it?) Welcome back, sir.
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SpectrumArcher of InfernoChaldea Rec RoomRegistered Userregular
It feels good to be back. School keeps me busy. Hoping to play a few games over the break though!
And, though I appreciate the offer Mr. B, for now I will have to decline. If I can find some time over the next month or so to get my game done, I will put my name back on the list.
You enter into view of an immense tower, the top hidden in snow laden clouds. You have not heard the sounds of nature for days as the trek up this mountainside is nigh impassible by carriage even on the hottest day. You have felt none of the cold, your skin burning red. Many others walk the path, seemingly sent for as well. They walk soundlessly and all with a touch of death in their eyes.
You breach the top of the last rise to see four Taoist statues, each depicting a different creature and each showing obvious signs of neglect. Beyond them, seen even amongst the snowfall, stands an English gentleman dressed in a full suit and tie. He greets each 'guest' with a smirk to chill even your fevered state, saying,
"Welcome to my Tower of Babel. You are surely amongst enemies. Though I would love to see the desired results of this particular ritual, perhaps you should hurry inside."
This man needs no introduction, this is the man of unlife. This is Roger Bacon.
Once inside you hear a clock chime the midnight hour and the doors close behind those who made it threw. Agonizing cries can be heard outside as others did not, soon followed by a dull pop. Roger Bacon materializes through the doors, "Oh that was quite wonderful! But we must be off and begin our game. There are those here that wish my plans, more correctly the plans of the Cult of New Dawn, stopped. I am simply here to enjoy the sport. I will facilitate one 'Inquisition' per day according to all your wishes. We will then proceed", Roger points to a door high above in the wall, "and repeat this process till one is the victor. Each floor of this tower holds kitchens, bedrooms and yes even a rumpus room or two. Feel free to do as you please. Though do be aware any abilities or magicks you may commit will be confined to this tower, more specifically the floor you are on." A small imp appears on Roger's shoulder and chitters something in his ear. Roger waves slightly at the amassed group and everyone relaxes a bit as the pain, and ritual binding them, abruptly dissipates. "Let our festivities begin." Roger fades into nothing, his presence no less oppressive.
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So if you love games and I love games... Why are we not playing... **sees the forum** OOOOHHHH Yeh!
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Toxic ToysAre you really taking my advice?Really?Registered Userregular
edited December 2009
Mother Fuckers!
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3DS code: 2938-6074-2306, Nintendo Network ID: ToxicToys, PSN: zutto
Can't ever go wrong with that one...it's like a Kime vote, always good.
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"The only way to get rid of a temptation is to give into it." - Oscar Wilde
"We believe in the people and their 'wisdom' as if there was some special secret entrance to knowledge that barred to anyone who had ever learned anything." - Friedrich Nietzsche
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adventfallsWhy would you wish to know?Registered Userregular
edited December 2009
Except when it's not. Since when has voting for me EVER done the village right?
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I feel like I've seen a ghost! (I kind of removed you from the Phalla sign-up list since you were gone for so long. I can get your old spot back, if you want it?) Welcome back, sir.
Shenanigans, I say.
And, though I appreciate the offer Mr. B, for now I will have to decline. If I can find some time over the next month or so to get my game done, I will put my name back on the list.
1929, November 31st 11:00pm
You enter into view of an immense tower, the top hidden in snow laden clouds. You have not heard the sounds of nature for days as the trek up this mountainside is nigh impassible by carriage even on the hottest day. You have felt none of the cold, your skin burning red. Many others walk the path, seemingly sent for as well. They walk soundlessly and all with a touch of death in their eyes.
You breach the top of the last rise to see four Taoist statues, each depicting a different creature and each showing obvious signs of neglect. Beyond them, seen even amongst the snowfall, stands an English gentleman dressed in a full suit and tie. He greets each 'guest' with a smirk to chill even your fevered state, saying,
"Welcome to my Tower of Babel. You are surely amongst enemies. Though I would love to see the desired results of this particular ritual, perhaps you should hurry inside."
This man needs no introduction, this is the man of unlife. This is Roger Bacon.
Once inside you hear a clock chime the midnight hour and the doors close behind those who made it threw. Agonizing cries can be heard outside as others did not, soon followed by a dull pop. Roger Bacon materializes through the doors, "Oh that was quite wonderful! But we must be off and begin our game. There are those here that wish my plans, more correctly the plans of the Cult of New Dawn, stopped. I am simply here to enjoy the sport. I will facilitate one 'Inquisition' per day according to all your wishes. We will then proceed", Roger points to a door high above in the wall, "and repeat this process till one is the victor. Each floor of this tower holds kitchens, bedrooms and yes even a rumpus room or two. Feel free to do as you please. Though do be aware any abilities or magicks you may commit will be confined to this tower, more specifically the floor you are on." A small imp appears on Roger's shoulder and chitters something in his ear. Roger waves slightly at the amassed group and everyone relaxes a bit as the pain, and ritual binding them, abruptly dissipates. "Let our festivities begin." Roger fades into nothing, his presence no less oppressive.
Mother Fuckers!
https://twitter.com/Hooraydiation
I have a rather swell feeling about today.
though, to be fair, i guess i couldn't have stopped anything anyway.
Democrats Abroad! || Vote From Abroad
Ahava, what have you started here?
I instead opt for good ol adventfails.
Can't ever go wrong with that one...it's like a Kime vote, always good.
"We believe in the people and their 'wisdom' as if there was some special secret entrance to knowledge that barred to anyone who had ever learned anything." - Friedrich Nietzsche
That's adorable, Toxic.
Curious post restrictions.
This could get old fast.
Nice, lol, but yeh basically. I know that people have finals and so I don't everyone to always post like usual.
That would explain the quiet...
Cut them some slack, then. :^:
did locus not get in?
Think about this, Hip.
You're really red voting me?
You will regret it.
Looking fairly restricted there
iambic pentameter.
For that, be thankful.
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That I'd always suspected;
Haiku really suck.
Arivia because she goes inactive in like every game.
https://twitter.com/Hooraydiation
Bioshock and Dresden Files.
Jason Todd no vote? o_O
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Just one syllable, or two?
Time for some research!