Loki777
One Thousand Club
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Loki777
One Thousand Club
Ello everyone.
Dreamtique
Here Be Dragons
Loki777
One Thousand Club
No but I am ready for a Bidoof who drinks the tears of trainers and feeds on their fear and anguish.
Dreamtique
Also SO I guess Moody as a battle mechanic would give bidoof 2x whatever the boost is and bidfoof would randomly get one downside every turn. IF we are following the old system and IF we are serious about this lol.
Dreamtique
Also SO I guess Moody as a battle mechanic would give bidoof 2x whatever the boost is and bidfoof would randomly get one downside every turn. IF we are following the old system and IF we are serious about this lol.
Dreamtique
Here Be Dragons
AHAHA! I am really not sure if we'll have space for comedic relief at the very beginning!No but I am ready for a Bidoof who drinks the tears of trainers and feeds on their fear and anguish.
Also SO I guess Moody as a battle mechanic would give bidoof 2x whatever the boost is and bidfoof would randomly get one downside every turn. IF we are following the old system and IF we are serious about this lol.
But who knows......
Maybe in the future!
Dreamtique
Here Be Dragons
Well, speaking of dice, I may implement a new system, but I am not sure yet.
Bacon is fluffy
Wut'n th'name of davy jonez lockr is uh sall-add?
Glad to see you dweebs haven’t changed. :3 
Loki777
One Thousand Club
Bacon is fluffy
;_: HELLO ;_;
Bacon is fluffy
Wut'n th'name of davy jonez lockr is uh sall-add?
How is ya lokage?
Loki777
One Thousand Club
Bacon is fluffy
I'm doing okay! I'm glad to see that you came back even if it was too just to discuss sorry the admins on here were causing sum problems for you.
Dreamtique
Here Be Dragons
I am crying my eyes out! Welcome back, Bacon!Glad to see you dweebs haven’t changed. :3
Dreamtique
Here Be Dragons
Glad to see you dweebs haven’t changed. :3
Are you proud of your children!?
I really hope that you'll enjoy your stay!!
Damn, you came back at the perfect timing too! I am so emotional now. ;-;
Juju
PREY-FOR-US
Is this a bacon which I see before me,Glad to see you dweebs haven’t changed. :3
Come, let me clutch thee.
I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
To feeling as to sight? Or art thou but
A bacon of the mind, a false creation?
Loki777
One Thousand Club
Juju
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door—
"‘Tis some visitor," I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—
Only this and nothing more.”
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore—
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
"‘Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door—
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;—
This it is and nothing more.”
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
“Sir," said I, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you”—here I opened wide the door;—
Darkness there and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Lenore?”
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!”—
Merely this and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
“Surely," said I, “surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore—
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;—
‘Tis the wind and nothing more!”
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door—
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door—
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
“Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, “art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore—
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning—little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blest with seeing bird above his chamber door—
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as “Nevermore.”
But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered—not a feather then he fluttered—
Till I scarcely more than muttered “Other friends have flown before—
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.”
Then the bird said “Nevermore.”
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
“Doubtless," said I, “what it utters is its only stock and store
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore—
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of ‘Never—nevermore.'"
But the Raven still beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore—
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking “Nevermore.”
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom’s core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion’s velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o’er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o’er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
“Wretch," I cried, “thy God hath lent thee—by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite—respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore;
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!—
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted—
On this home by Horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore—
Is there—is there balm in Gilead?—tell me—tell me, I implore!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil—prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us—by that God we both adore—
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
“Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting—
“Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!—quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted—nevermore!
Juju
PREY-FOR-US
Ooh that's a good one
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door—
"‘Tis some visitor," I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—
Only this and nothing more.”
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore—
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
"‘Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door—
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;—
This it is and nothing more.”
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
“Sir," said I, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you”—here I opened wide the door;—
Darkness there and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Lenore?”
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!”—
Merely this and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
“Surely," said I, “surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore—
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;—
‘Tis the wind and nothing more!”
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door—
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door—
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
“Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, “art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore—
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning—little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blest with seeing bird above his chamber door—
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as “Nevermore.”
But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered—not a feather then he fluttered—
Till I scarcely more than muttered “Other friends have flown before—
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.”
Then the bird said “Nevermore.”
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
“Doubtless," said I, “what it utters is its only stock and store
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore—
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of ‘Never—nevermore.'"
But the Raven still beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore—
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking “Nevermore.”
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom’s core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion’s velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o’er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o’er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
“Wretch," I cried, “thy God hath lent thee—by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite—respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore;
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!—
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted—
On this home by Horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore—
Is there—is there balm in Gilead?—tell me—tell me, I implore!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil—prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us—by that God we both adore—
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
“Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting—
“Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!—quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted—nevermore!
Bacon is fluffy
Wut'n th'name of davy jonez lockr is uh sall-add?
S'all right lol, I forgot about this place ever since I logged off. Good to hear ya doing okay. So what is the story behind this er'e rp?
Can I has a link?
Commander and chief, dreamtique!
Have you been reading too much shakesphere juju? :3 Sorry I don't have any flowerly language to reciprocate that.
Juju
PREY-FOR-US
I was that "one kid" in English class that genuinely loved Shakespeare.Have you been reading too much shakesphere juju? :3 Sorry I don't have any flowerly language to reciprocate that.
UwU (its a quote from McBeth... minus the bacon)think of it this way
>is this a bacon I see? Come, let me touch you to make sure you're real. *touch does not work* It didn't work? But I see you? Are you an illusion, to which I may see but not touch? You must be a figment of my imagination.
*ahem* I feel like explaining my jokes to people just makes the situation worse ehhehhh...
So you broke
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Welcome back! :3
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Scrubnoppon
Hotdog Windshield Wiper
Bacon is fluffy
Wut'n th'name of davy jonez lockr is uh sall-add?
Then that makes two of us, sort of. I was the kid who was frustrated in english but loved the language shakesphere(and the people of his time) used. For my College final I recited Hamlet's To be or not to be from heart, due to loving the meaning behind it. It still resonates with me even till this day.I was that "one kid" in English class that genuinely loved Shakespeare.
think of it this way
>is this a bacon I see? Come, let me touch you to make sure you're real. *touch does not work* It didn't work? But I see you? Are you an illusion, to which I may see but not touch? You must be a figment of my imagination.
*ahem* I feel like explaining my jokes to people just makes the situation worse ehhehhh...
So you brokemyall of our hearts and rode off into the sunset... then you come back all out of blue and just expectmeus to be okay with it? Y^Y I had scribblers littered with pokemon͜ s̛ke̛tche̷s͠ because of you lot. Then that was to̶r͞n͢ from me and I could no long͟er͠ cón͡tinu͜e p͏la̴͜y͞i͝n̷̢g͞ P͏̕҉o͏̨k̵em͘on ͟͠X̷ b̶҉ę͟͏c͢͟͢͡a͢u͢͠s̵e̛͝ ̶̕͜͜i̶̴t̴̢͟͜ ̵̡̛͜w̕͡a͏͏̴̨͞s̶҉ ̶̀s̡͘҉͠é̢́͡͝ţ̛͢͠ ͘͞i͢͢͞n͟͝ ҉̷͡͡͏K̢͟͠͠à͘͜͝l̕͜o̴̧s̢̧ a̡͈̫̱͉̰͍̕͠ǹ̟͈̼̩̯̩̙͙͚̪̻̦̫̳͠͞d̢̧͕̰̦̩̞́͝ ̧͍͉͚̜͙̲͚̟̦̮͙̯̟̭͓̕R̯̼̬̘͟͜͢ͅu̧͜҉̶͎̣̖̻̗̦͘è̵̳̦͔̝̖̫̞̻̪̞̝͚͍̹̕ͅͅ'̸̝̮͔͎̬͘͠͡ś̨̖̦̤̬͉̣́̕͘ ҉̡̢̩̘̫͖̗̥̤f̧̡̥̮͉̠͈̥̰̦̘͚̜̲̹̩̣́͝r̢̗͚̖̰͎̯͙͕͖͖̩̥̦̰͎͎̘̫ͅo̵̢̮͇͍͙̠͕̤̘̩̭̰͈̖̫͜͝m̵̱͖̗͚͍̳̝̣̦̪̤̳͙͙̭̬͓̞̕͢͟͝ͅ ̵̲̗̠͍͇͚̼̼̪̠̀͜t̵̝̤̺̜͓̹̞̝̭̙̀́͢͜h̪̖̬̠͇̰̭̻̮́͟ͅͅe̡̮̙̗̘r̵͈̞͎̯̣̣̰͕̘̝̤̪͔͈̠̬͘͘è̵̫͍̝͉͙͓̼͔̮̺̲̩̦̥̖͈͍̭̘́͞.̴̛̩̘̜̦̼̲͕̯͍͔̺͇̘́̕
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Welcome back! :3
Haha that's great. >.> Teach me how to be a poet joojoo beans.
DOKI DOKI. JUST POKEMON. JUST JUJU. JUST JUJU. xD I'm sorry about ragequitting. If I had stayed, I might have called the mods a bunch of cigarettes and been permabanned. As opposed to pm'ing you guys and dipping out peacefully.
Loki777
One Thousand Club
Scrubnoppon
HIYA SCRUB!
Dreamtique
Here Be Dragons
The link to IC is on the first page!
This is supposed to be a continuation to the events at Tuko Island. It will take place in a new region. We are just starting!
Of course you can! Go ahead and post your old (or new) character sheet on the Cs page! Don't worry about how to sneak up to the group!
Dreamtique
Here Be Dragons
Juju, you scared me.I was that "one kid" in English class that genuinely loved Shakespeare.
think of it this way
>is this a bacon I see? Come, let me touch you to make sure you're real. *touch does not work* It didn't work? But I see you? Are you an illusion, to which I may see but not touch? You must be a figment of my imagination.
*ahem* I feel like explaining my jokes to people just makes the situation worse ehhehhh...
So you brokemyall of our hearts and rode off into the sunset... then you come back all out of blue and just expectmeus to be okay with it? Y^Y I had scribblers littered with pokemon͜ s̛ke̛tche̷s͠ because of you lot. Then that was to̶r͞n͢ from me and I could no long͟er͠ cón͡tinu͜e p͏la̴͜y͞i͝n̷̢g͞ P͏̕҉o͏̨k̵em͘on ͟͠X̷ b̶҉ę͟͏c͢͟͢͡a͢u͢͠s̵e̛͝ ̶̕͜͜i̶̴t̴̢͟͜ ̵̡̛͜w̕͡a͏͏̴̨͞s̶҉ ̶̀s̡͘҉͠é̢́͡͝ţ̛͢͠ ͘͞i͢͢͞n͟͝ ҉̷͡͡͏K̢͟͠͠à͘͜͝l̕͜o̴̧s̢̧ a̡͈̫̱͉̰͍̕͠ǹ̟͈̼̩̯̩̙͙͚̪̻̦̫̳͠͞d̢̧͕̰̦̩̞́͝ ̧͍͉͚̜͙̲͚̟̦̮͙̯̟̭͓̕R̯̼̬̘͟͜͢ͅu̧͜҉̶͎̣̖̻̗̦͘è̵̳̦͔̝̖̫̞̻̪̞̝͚͍̹̕ͅͅ'̸̝̮͔͎̬͘͠͡ś̨̖̦̤̬͉̣́̕͘ ҉̡̢̩̘̫͖̗̥̤f̧̡̥̮͉̠͈̥̰̦̘͚̜̲̹̩̣́͝r̢̗͚̖̰͎̯͙͕͖͖̩̥̦̰͎͎̘̫ͅo̵̢̮͇͍͙̠͕̤̘̩̭̰͈̖̫͜͝m̵̱͖̗͚͍̳̝̣̦̪̤̳͙͙̭̬͓̞̕͢͟͝ͅ ̵̲̗̠͍͇͚̼̼̪̠̀͜t̵̝̤̺̜͓̹̞̝̭̙̀́͢͜h̪̖̬̠͇̰̭̻̮́͟ͅͅe̡̮̙̗̘r̵͈̞͎̯̣̣̰͕̘̝̤̪͔͈̠̬͘͘è̵̫͍̝͉͙͓̼͔̮̺̲̩̦̥̖͈͍̭̘́͞.̴̛̩̘̜̦̼̲͕̯͍͔̺͇̘́̕
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Welcome back! :3
But I like it.
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Juju
PREY-FOR-US
Yay, you picked me!
It's okay, because in the end we got the "Bacon Ending".
:3
good, I didn't scare you away!
Juju
PREY-FOR-US
so are we using rolls and stunts?
Dreamtique
Here Be Dragons
We are using the old system. Bacon's system!
So yep!
