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Lenore let out a wail as she immediately cowered as the Man-Eating Black Shark entered the field. The Goblin Pothole Squad stared nervously at it, and were trying to wipe off sweat that was soaking off them. However, as quickly as the beast came, it dissipated. PikiKun was still quaking a little...

This is true. I’ll open up the Foundation for Goblin Calligraphy soon.

Initially the tiny Goblin did not falter when the signal of Corroding Shark had entered the field. Murky water was nothing to be afraid of; however a fetid head, green from insidious rot peeking out with sharpened teeth was something to fear. At this point the color from the Goblin Calligrapher...

Today is a tragic day, where we have witnessed the loss of a true, hero, friend, and icon. Goblin Calligrapher has perished. BUT. He shall be avenged!

Goblin Calligrapher is comin’ and he’s gonna inscribe the smack-down.

Lenore tilted her head sideways and blinked at the man. A single finger was raised to scratch at her temple. She removed it as she blankly stared and pointed at the man. ”Jeez, you practiced that bit to death huh?” PikiKun~❤! smiled as she spun around, clapped and rested her hands together...

”Oh. My. God.”PikiKun declared in utter astonishment. Her hands were over her mouth and she felt her knees lower and bend. Lenore’s pupils shook as she witnessed the scene and the realization come to her. ”You’re Hunter Marc!” Lenore immediately turned around to have both of them in camera...

"Aaah-lllooooohhaaaa brahs and buds - it's PikiKun~❤!" chirped out PikiKun~❤! indicating a greeting to all the viewers out there. She sashayed from side to side, which was immediately followed by a spin and her leaning forward. Lenore held out her hands in a heart shape formation, while an...

...a formula of some success and knows enough to keep the gravy-train running. Ace Monster: Oh how oh how can lil' PikiKun pick only one and, *gasp* only one, monster to be her Ace? [However Blindly Loyal Goblin is Always on Moderation Duty] Duel Spirit(optional): She has the misfortune and...

“...Alriiiiiight.” Vincent Hawk scribbled down some further notes. This current sheet of paper, unlike the other loosely gathered sheets held under by an inkwell on the dash, was firmly kept in place underneath his thumb. These implements were worth the trade of the razor since the other option...

Pre-Time Skip A Collaboration Between Snackofthefuture and Freshet SIN Sat in the illuminated darkness, under the large 21st century millenial Lamp he had with him on the cliffside. The lamps were not plugged into anything. They werent fucking plugged in goddammit. But this was less of an...

Role: A loose cannon cop who lives on the edge; Action Hero Personality: First and foremost Vincent Hawk is a man who plays by his own set of rules. While he believes greatly in the law, and is an acting agent of it, he knows that the law itself is malleable and can allow corruption, loopholes...

Yes I'm here as well.

I'll throw a bit of interest here.

Well, no, you have done wrong. You've done wrong by catering to the few as opposed to the majority of the player-base. It's like you are wrapped around their fingers, which that isn't fun for anyone but them.

I'll be fairly brief on this. @Jet there is a saying, a fairly popular saying I think you should heed to. 'The needs of the many, outweigh the needs of the few'. You are neglecting the needs of the many for few, who are just here to blatantly engage in a power fantasy as opposed to the many who...

Should be interesting to see what you come up with.

Thrash N. Crash Location: Cruising Anvil Island _____ There was a distinctive beat. “I’m sorries, shouldn’t haf asked. Weren’t considerate of me to ask a lady t’rough-house.” Thrash remarked as the mob continued to chase them. Allowing his shades to fall down the bridge of his nose, he...

Thrash N. Crash Location: Cruising Anvil Island ____ As Mai entered the hot-rod and began a multi-pronged set of questions, Thrash N. Crash just allowed his shades to roll down the bridge of his nose as he grinned at the girl. Oh she probably hadn’t known she known, but she certainly knew ways...

Trash N. Crash Location: Cruising Anvil Island _______ “Ged ‘im!” “Don’t let that maniac get away!” “He’s gonna pay!” These were just a scant few of the angry hollers from a small mob chasing the man in the hot-rod. They were wielding pitchforks, torches and a few rifles. The mob itself was...