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lifeaftr2017-10-06 09:25 am
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- final fantasy xv: ardyn izunia,
- final fantasy xv: ignis scientia,
- fragile dreams: ren,
- marble hornets: tim wright,
- mass effect: commander shepard,
- mushi-shi: ginko,
- npc: the storyteller,
- original: chip abaroa,
- original: mira delacroix,
- osomatsu-san: ichimatsu matsuno,
- pokemon sun & moon: guzma,
- pokemon sun & moon: luna,
- undertale: chara dreemurr,
- ✖ bastion: the kid,
- ✖ billions: jack foley,
- ✖ camp camp: max,
- ✖ captive prince: laurent,
- ✖ dangan ronpa: hinata hajime,
- ✖ dangan ronpa: komaeda nagito,
- ✖ disney: mickey mouse,
- ✖ dragon age inquisition: cole,
- ✖ fatal frame: ouse kurosawa,
- ✖ ffvi: terra branford,
- ✖ ffxiv: tataru taru,
- ✖ ffxv: lunafreya nox fleuret,
- ✖ ffxv: noctis lucis caelum,
- ✖ fragile dreams: crow,
- ✖ homestuck: kanaya maryam,
- ✖ lady trent: isabella camherst,
- ✖ legend of zelda: medli,
- ✖ marble hornets: brian thomas,
- ✖ marvel 616: wade wilson,
- ✖ off: the batter,
- ✖ okami: amaterasu,
- ✖ original: lys skovgaard,
- ✖ osomatsu-san: karamatsu matsuno,
- ✖ overwatch: fareeha "pharah" amari,
- ✖ overwatch: jesse mccree,
- ✖ overwatch: mercy,
- ✖ pacific rim: newton geiszler,
- ✖ pyre: oralech,
- ✖ rwby: jaune arc,
- ✖ shadowrun: gobbet,
- ✖ skyrim: the dragonborn,
- ✖ the adventure zone: lup,
- ✖ the order of the stick: roy greenhilt,
- ✖ undertale: asriel dreemurr,
- ✖ undertale: frisk,
- ✖ undertale: muffet,
- ✖ yuki yuna is a hero: karin myoshi
October Intro: Aftermath Mingle
Who: All!
What: Now that you've all committed monkey genocide, it's time to clean up and go home.
When: Evening of the intro log- and onwards!
Where: The Monkey Compound, Islets, etc.
Warnings: Mark as you go!
Congratulations on effectively reversing the tables, adventurers. As the hunted become the hunters, the remaining simians begin to retreat into the jungle, disappearing from sight as the drumming dies down, before extinguishing entirely.
It appears that you have won.
Now it's time to clean up.
Those still in the Monkey Compound may wish to begin scavenging what they can, from multiple coconut guns to rudimentary spears. There's a flock of Bludroc happy to be herded to a new home, several stashes of fresh fruit to be found... and a rather large iron pot, for the particularly bold.
Others may be more concerned with returning to the islets and securing the personal belongings that were left behind. There are new people to settle in, as well; and undoubtedly, a few injuries yet to be healed.
Reunite, rejoice, recover. And perhaps, should you see the Storyteller about- ask a few questions.
What: Now that you've all committed monkey genocide, it's time to clean up and go home.
When: Evening of the intro log- and onwards!
Where: The Monkey Compound, Islets, etc.
Warnings: Mark as you go!
Congratulations on effectively reversing the tables, adventurers. As the hunted become the hunters, the remaining simians begin to retreat into the jungle, disappearing from sight as the drumming dies down, before extinguishing entirely.
It appears that you have won.
Now it's time to clean up.
Those still in the Monkey Compound may wish to begin scavenging what they can, from multiple coconut guns to rudimentary spears. There's a flock of Bludroc happy to be herded to a new home, several stashes of fresh fruit to be found... and a rather large iron pot, for the particularly bold.
Others may be more concerned with returning to the islets and securing the personal belongings that were left behind. There are new people to settle in, as well; and undoubtedly, a few injuries yet to be healed.
Reunite, rejoice, recover. And perhaps, should you see the Storyteller about- ask a few questions.
welcome here is your nametag and complimentary backstory
"They'd wash back up," he agrees. "An' the fish'd eat 'em. And then we'd eat th' fish."
That's a sort of food cycle he'd really rather not thinking about.
He nods. "Got a bow drill."
He sets down his packpack so he can dig it out.
"Takes time, but gets th' job done."
oh boy I hope it's tragic
Oralech takes another look around the beach while the man rummages though his pack, noting the absence of bodies other than the apes'. No casualties among the non-natives in this area, it seems, though he isn't rightly sure that anyone other than the one he's standing next to participated in the fight in this area.
Impressive, if that's the case. He'd probably live long enough to earn his horns, were he in exile.
He turns back to the man, looking him over.
"You were not injured in the fight?"
when is it not
Funerary rites are a pretty big deal to gods, he knows. He has no idea whether the monkeys were religious or not. Kid has never really been one for gods, but it's always best not to intentionally piss them off if you can help it. Plus the Storyteller is proof that there is something god-like around.
He shrugs at the question as he starts working his bow drill, setting it into a small pile of kindling.
"Some scrapes an' bumps. Nothin' too bad."
He's wrapped up the worse ones. The rest he figures will be alright so long as he keeps clean. His bar of soap is almost gone after two months of use, but there's salt water if nothing else.