SlitheryC1

let's start this with a generic one what has to be your most favorite/memorable rp experience?

+1, I want to eat a steak and get drunk at the same time

Squak pun

A certain helmed fellow scratched their ferrum chin as their body sunk into their bean bag, pondering the destruction with a blunt of cactus green in hand. Memories of the Mori hung around his helm like flies buzzing in his ear- the man shaking their head as though it would rid the thought. After a long time of contemplation and thinking, he finally spoke aloud towards the wall. "...Are... Are we th'bad guys now?"

its a good rp place, and i love the build- there is just nothing to really do. For some, this is just effectively locking down the server for a whole lil while after all the locations were located, discovered, and looked at. So, all and all, neutral.

We stan the clay boys +1

A helmed fellow hummed as he was handed the missive within Savoy, tapping their foot slowly- a single memory coming forth within their ferrum dome. "...Our salvation is in th'sky..." The somewhat senile man droned with a lack of certainty.

omw to make a kha named 'Thomas' with blue-dyed fur

this is like someone being able to write in a language they don't even know for comic books, and SPECIFICALLY comic books Good patch

I gotta swap it into a more serious name im SORRY

A group of alchemical concoctions based around enhancing/buffing people and nerfing them in other aspects in return, if they do provide some kind of benefit. Total of 3 potions. _______ Cerulean Kryztal | T1, Common | — GENERAL DESCRIPTION Takes on the appearance of small, oceanic crystals. This alchemical drug was invented to try calm crazed orcs out of their bloodlust. It unfortunately failed in this task, but still gave those who used it recreationally a good time. It can be snorted, smoked, or quite simply inhaled in surplus if ground up enough. Does not last very long compared to other effects. Coward’s Whiskey | T2, Uncommon | — GENERAL DESCRIPTION A failed attempt at making the fabled Swiftness Potion, Coward’s Whiskey takes on a brass or sometimes verdant oil, about as thin as water. It takes 1 action to take out and prime, and a 2nd to consume- the effects kicking in by the 3rd. Known for its heightening of the body’s mobility at the cost of gaining a phobia of just about anything that could hurt something. Morphic Slurm | T3, Rare | — GENERAL DESCRIPTION Known to some as the 'Gooinator', this potion usually takes the appearance of a constantly squirming lump of slime, the off-putting thing looking almost alive within its container. Upon gulping down the viscous and unpleasantly 'living' liquid, it will convert one’s muscle, fat and skin into a material similar to that of a gelatinous cube- the flesh becoming partly transparent and bouncy/flexible by nature. Veins/arteries, neurons, bones and organs will be visible beneath the slime-like membrane, giving a rather unsettling visage. _______ (OOC) PURPOSE CREDITS CHANGELOG

Slith paused as the news eventualy reached him, their helmet staring forwards aimlessly in thought. Seconds turned to minutes, minutes into dozens. Eventually, the man slowly nodded as they released a calm sigh. "Finally."

A helmed fellow removed their attachable looking-monacle upon reading the missive, leaning back into the sofa out of agony. "...'Union'." They uttered that single word, letting the paper drop in slow motion towards the ground as they stared towards the ceiling. Soon, his eyes scrunched up closed, and he muttered beneath his breath. "Please, GOD, let there be more words within these people's heads..."

darn, you stole my joke

Just have CT be actually isolated and let nations decide roads by themselves I say Don't gotta be that deeply thought about

Slith awoke within their bed, gasping for air as their eyes darted around their room- logical thinking replaced with the single sentence, if only for a while. In the coming moments, he calmed. Their body flopped back down upon their bed, staring up towards the ceiling. They slowly muttered the phrase to themself, the one that had so deeply been seared into his mind before finally getting out of bed. "...Oi need some fockin explanations..."

+1000 love fish lore

This is a damn good post, makes the void an actual natural threat beyond voidal magi being voidal magi +1

A certain helmed fellow chortled at the missive, nodding with the collective. "Heehee, Zeenor ztinki."

I too, wish to go monkey. +1

"Finally."