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    Shadows: Sat, Jun 22, 18:36
 Hello traveller, I am your guide. Are you
 ready to begin your quest?
 Hello stranger, what do I need to do,
 to complete your request.
 You have to recover a long time
 lost manuscript held by a famous
 necromancer. Your journey begins in a
 forest. The left of you is a mountain with
 a large boulder blocking it's entrance,
 in front of you is an ancient graveyard.
 Some of the greatest heroes of the
 realm rest there
 I would like to investigate the grave-
 yard of it looks chill or haunted. Not
 strong enough to push that boulder
 As you enter the graveyard you notice
 old tombstones crumbling, scribed in
 language too ancient to be known by
 any living creature. While searching
 around you find a crypt, the front door
 has been knocked open, you can hear
 a soft gust of wind coming from inside.
 I copy the ancient text, best as
 possible. I use 'produce flame' when I
 enter the crypt.
 As you go in the light from your spell
 fills the room, you notice the coffins that
 adorn the walls and a spiral staircase
 that leads further down, at the bottom
 of it lies a large room, broken pillars,
 and a statue of Sild, the Warlock. A very
 powerful wizard from centuries past.
 Further away, with barely any light
 around it, you see a creature in a black
 robe facing away, as it ignores you on
 purpouse. There's a corpse on an alter
 in front of it, and it's hands deep inside
 it
 As I enter the room I go "excuuuuuse
 me, but it's not nice to sacrifice
 people" en hold my flame ready to
 attack if he would attack me...
 The creature in black turns annoyed
 by your interference, you see a
 beetle crawl out of it's eye socket, it's
 deformed face makes your stomach
 sick, as you think that eating all those
 fries before entering a graveyard was
 a bad idea. A purple light starts forming
 as he moves his hands together
 With a quick look around you notice a
 large floating orb 3 meters above the
 creature's head. You remember the
 old legend of Sild's orb, which he used
 teleport anywhere in the world.
 Nasty! God damn it those fries! I shoot
 my flame to the orb so the bug guy
 can't escape. And pull out my scimitar
 ready to attack
 As your flame hits, the orb shatters into
 what seems to be glass spikes, flying
 everywhere, further damaging the
 room. Some hit the creature, tearing
 his black robes just to reveal pieces of
 rotting flesh. The stench of death takes
 over the room, you can't hold those
 fries anymore, as you make an effort
 to not puke onto your brand new heels
 -and you hear your own voice in your
 head WHY WOULD YOU GO INTO A
 GRAVEYARD USING HEELS WOMAN ?
 As you get distracted, the creature
 fires his spell, you quickly block it with
 your scimitar, but it flies away from
 your hand. You are disarmed and the
 creature starts running in your direction
 "I DON'T I WANTED SOMETHING
 DIFFERENT THEN THE USUAL
 SNEAKERS as I replied to my own
 question. I take them of hold them
 as a weapon ready to defend myself
 against the ugly bug dude. And try to
 figure out if I can back to my scimitar.
 As you dual-wield your brand new
 puke-free heels you notice a two fast
 moving shadows moving behind the
 creature. Desperation starts to hit as
 you are outnumbered and your scimitar
 is nowhere to be seen, suddenly the
 shadows jump onto the creatures head
 and start attacking him. IT'S YOUR
 FAMILIARS, your thank yourself for
 installing that catdoor years ago.
 The creature loses balance just as it
 reaches you, slipping and faceplanting
 your puddle fries and cola that rested
 on the floor.
 You plunge it's head with both heels. It
 explodes and the creature slowly starts
 turning into ashes... You give a well
 deserved pet to them. The comforting
 purring sounds fills the room, you feel
 safe now. One of your familiars starts
 digging into the ash pile, as he found
 something of value there.
 IT'S A FORTUNE COOKIE!
 I go like "Oooh cookie!" I break it open
 and eat the cookie while I read. And
 also keep petting them, like a good
 rub under the chin.
 You slowly chew the cookie, the slight
 chocolate taste is well welcome at this
 moment, unravel the note, and it says
 , hit me up for fries &
 movies sometime.
 Sept
Her profile said she was into RPGs
    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Shadows: Sat, Jun 22, 18:36
 Hello traveller, I am your guide. Are you
 ready to begin your quest?
 Hello stranger, what do I need to do,
 to complete your request.
 You have to recover a long time
 lost manuscript held by a famous
 necromancer. Your journey begins in a
 forest. The left of you is a mountain with
 a large boulder blocking it's entrance,
 in front of you is an ancient graveyard.
 Some of the greatest heroes of the
 realm rest there
 I would like to investigate the grave-
 yard of it looks chill or haunted. Not
 strong enough to push that boulder
 As you enter the graveyard you notice
 old tombstones crumbling, scribed in
 language too ancient to be known by
 any living creature. While searching
 around you find a crypt, the front door
 has been knocked open, you can hear
 a soft gust of wind coming from inside.
 I copy the ancient text, best as
 possible. I use 'produce flame' when I
 enter the crypt.
 As you go in the light from your spell
 fills the room, you notice the coffins that
 adorn the walls and a spiral staircase
 that leads further down, at the bottom
 of it lies a large room, broken pillars,
 and a statue of Sild, the Warlock. A very
 powerful wizard from centuries past.
 Further away, with barely any light
 around it, you see a creature in a black
 robe facing away, as it ignores you on
 purpouse. There's a corpse on an alter
 in front of it, and it's hands deep inside
 it
 As I enter the room I go "excuuuuuse
 me, but it's not nice to sacrifice
 people" en hold my flame ready to
 attack if he would attack me...
 The creature in black turns annoyed
 by your interference, you see a
 beetle crawl out of it's eye socket, it's
 deformed face makes your stomach
 sick, as you think that eating all those
 fries before entering a graveyard was
 a bad idea. A purple light starts forming
 as he moves his hands together
 With a quick look around you notice a
 large floating orb 3 meters above the
 creature's head. You remember the
 old legend of Sild's orb, which he used
 teleport anywhere in the world.
 Nasty! God damn it those fries! I shoot
 my flame to the orb so the bug guy
 can't escape. And pull out my scimitar
 ready to attack
 As your flame hits, the orb shatters into
 what seems to be glass spikes, flying
 everywhere, further damaging the
 room. Some hit the creature, tearing
 his black robes just to reveal pieces of
 rotting flesh. The stench of death takes
 over the room, you can't hold those
 fries anymore, as you make an effort
 to not puke onto your brand new heels
 -and you hear your own voice in your
 head WHY WOULD YOU GO INTO A
 GRAVEYARD USING HEELS WOMAN ?
 As you get distracted, the creature
 fires his spell, you quickly block it with
 your scimitar, but it flies away from
 your hand. You are disarmed and the
 creature starts running in your direction
 "I DON'T I WANTED SOMETHING
 DIFFERENT THEN THE USUAL
 SNEAKERS as I replied to my own
 question. I take them of hold them
 as a weapon ready to defend myself
 against the ugly bug dude. And try to
 figure out if I can back to my scimitar.
 As you dual-wield your brand new
 puke-free heels you notice a two fast
 moving shadows moving behind the
 creature. Desperation starts to hit as
 you are outnumbered and your scimitar
 is nowhere to be seen, suddenly the
 shadows jump onto the creatures head
 and start attacking him. IT'S YOUR
 FAMILIARS, your thank yourself for
 installing that catdoor years ago.
 The creature loses balance just as it
 reaches you, slipping and faceplanting
 your puddle fries and cola that rested
 on the floor.
 You plunge it's head with both heels. It
 explodes and the creature slowly starts
 turning into ashes... You give a well
 deserved pet to them. The comforting
 purring sounds fills the room, you feel
 safe now. One of your familiars starts
 digging into the ash pile, as he found
 something of value there.
 IT'S A FORTUNE COOKIE!
 I go like "Oooh cookie!" I break it open
 and eat the cookie while I read. And
 also keep petting them, like a good
 rub under the chin.
 You slowly chew the cookie, the slight
 chocolate taste is well welcome at this
 moment, unravel the note, and it says
 , hit me up for fries &
 movies sometime.
 Sept
Her profile said she was into RPGs
                
            

            
            
Her profile said she was into RPGs

            
            
        

    



            

        

        
        

            

                






            

        

        
        

            

                






            

        

        
        

            

                







    Shadows: teen wolf season 1: werewolves exist, weakened by
 wolfsbane, they are strongest at the full moon, exist
 in packs with Alphas, Betas and Omegas, and a bite
 or a scratch turns humans into them
 me: OK yeah classic werewolf lore
 season 2: ok turns out werewolves can resurrect
 from the fucking dead using moonlight and their
 own beta. oh and werewolves can turn into giant
 lizard men with paralytic venom if the human was a
 dick
 alright, a lot weirder but I can handle thi-
 me: wha
 season 3: [slurring] yeah so werewolf twins can fuse
 their bodies together like voltron to become a bigger
 wolf...but ONLY if they're shirtless. Also wolves can
 store memories in their claws.
 me: wtf this is getting pretty wei-
 season 4: if if - if your throat gets fatally slashed
 by a werewolf [burps] that doesn't mean that you'll
 actually die. You could actually be turned into a
 were-jaguar and control Viking bersekers for some
 [hiccups]
 fucking reason. also were-jaguars can
 can magically just freaking de-age adults into
 teenagers somehow and we'll never explain why
 me: jesus christ that is the stupi-
 season 5: [barely intelligible] when a human slurps
 rainwater from a regular wolf's footprint, he'll
 transform....
 me: oh that's actually great, back to the classic lor-
 season 5: into this humungous eight foot tall cgi
 beast of a werewolf made out of fucking shadows
 that can only be killed by a spear tempered with his
 French sister's blood
 me: go home Jeff Davis you drunk
You can actually see where the showrunnersā€™ ideas start to get worse and worse
    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Shadows: teen wolf season 1: werewolves exist, weakened by
 wolfsbane, they are strongest at the full moon, exist
 in packs with Alphas, Betas and Omegas, and a bite
 or a scratch turns humans into them
 me: OK yeah classic werewolf lore
 season 2: ok turns out werewolves can resurrect
 from the fucking dead using moonlight and their
 own beta. oh and werewolves can turn into giant
 lizard men with paralytic venom if the human was a
 dick
 alright, a lot weirder but I can handle thi-
 me: wha
 season 3: [slurring] yeah so werewolf twins can fuse
 their bodies together like voltron to become a bigger
 wolf...but ONLY if they're shirtless. Also wolves can
 store memories in their claws.
 me: wtf this is getting pretty wei-
 season 4: if if - if your throat gets fatally slashed
 by a werewolf [burps] that doesn't mean that you'll
 actually die. You could actually be turned into a
 were-jaguar and control Viking bersekers for some
 [hiccups]
 fucking reason. also were-jaguars can
 can magically just freaking de-age adults into
 teenagers somehow and we'll never explain why
 me: jesus christ that is the stupi-
 season 5: [barely intelligible] when a human slurps
 rainwater from a regular wolf's footprint, he'll
 transform....
 me: oh that's actually great, back to the classic lor-
 season 5: into this humungous eight foot tall cgi
 beast of a werewolf made out of fucking shadows
 that can only be killed by a spear tempered with his
 French sister's blood
 me: go home Jeff Davis you drunk
You can actually see where the showrunnersā€™ ideas start to get worse and worse
                
            

            
            
You can actually see where the showrunnersā€™ ideas start to get worse and worse

            
            
        

    



            

        

        
        

            

                






            

        

        
        

            

                






            

        

        
        

            

                






            

        

        
        

            

                







    Shadows: my country is so poor it even has low quality shadows
    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Shadows: my country is so poor it even has low quality shadows
                
            

            
            
my country is so poor it even has low quality shadows