"Bullseye- holy sh*t! Mutherf***er sonuvab****!" Dale only managed to celebrate hitting Wendy in the face for a solid 10 seconds before he was tackled by Oliver.
About 6 minutes and way too many curse words later
"Thank the Lawr- Holy son of a ham on a biscuit!" As usual, Dale's victory...
Dale was happily tending to carrots, and enjoying the moment. Of, that didn't last long. As Dale took a break, he felt something touch his foot, followed by a familiar sounding "Dios mio!" He looked down, and a few veins visibly poped out of his forehead. "It's y'all again! Y'all ain't gunna...
The day was off to a bad start for Dale. Well... it hasn't even started yet. At who knows when past sunrise Dale's incredibly loud snores could be heard from his room. Suddenly, the snoring stopped, and was followed by heavy wheezing. Dale sat up with a jolt, and hurriedly inspected his nether...
I don't really feel like adding to my cs for more characters, so I'm putting the stuff here. (Guillermo, Rosa, and Oliver are on my character sheet)
Pip: Dale's sidekick for when Guillermo visits. He appreciates all the help he can get in pegging the old skeleton, and seemes to never notice...
...man would be an undestatement. Saying "crotchety old man" is a little closer. To really get Dale, think about the "Young whippersnapper, get the f*** off my lawn!", or more specifically, "Goddamn old-ass skeleton, get out of my f***ing garden! And stop stealing my motherf***ing carrots!"...
Name: Marty Schmitt
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Race: Human
Personality: Marty is a kind person. Not the "I wouldn't hurt a fly!" Kind of kind, but a "I wouldn't kill a fly... I might still hurt it" kind. He can seem brutal and heartless when going afer a target, but he will always stop at the last...
Overview for Raque, the not so fantasy world
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Raque
Lyife - Grassy plains, beginning area
Pebbel - Big city, full of stone quarries
Stikke - Forested region, home to beasts
Wyrm - oddly fertile land, seemes to move alot
Wotter - island archipelago, home to dangerous fighting otters
Derte - desert...
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[Lyife, Present]
*Ding Ding Ding*
As the sound of bells echoed across the valley, a small group of people begin to gather. One, presumably the head priest, climbed up to a wide podium in front of the crowd. "May I have your attention!" The crowd fell silent as the priest began to talk...
...platers of food littered the table and ground around him. He sighed and leaned back, while looking outthe window. Ah... This is nice... What the f**k? Sunder sat up abruptly and stared out the window for a good few minutes. Is that what I think it is... Oh no... In a drunken panic Sunder...
Sunder was silent while the others made introductions. When Killin drew her saber however, Sunder decided that he may actually stick around, but was interupted by a low growl. Bewildered, Sunder looked around the room for some type of beast, and after a few moments, remembered that he hadn't...
"Alright... I'll stay out here and keep guard!" Sunder yelled after the group, unsure if they could hear him or not. Gotta find a way to pass the time... Better eat. Sunder was rummaging through the contents of his bag when he saw a bloddied man fly out onto the street. After whitnessing the...