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Durenese hunting bow, because... uh.

Why not? I-I guess?

We need to assert our dominance as the main ice-cream receiving male.

Of course we take a chance at the tournament!

Let's reveal our identity.

Because, come on. We got the icecream. That was like our main goal throughout this whole book.

I think we can sort of lay back, and enjoy our early victory.

I don't think I have ever laughed this hard in my life...

I'm satisfied now.

We got the icecream, so just do whatever. Just make sure no one touches our bowl of sweet goodness.

Yes. Yes we are hungry.

We STILL have not gotten the icecream we had worked extremely hard for.

I'm starting to doubt this bar's truthfulness about it's icecreams. >:I

. . .

Well then.

At least... w-we still got icecream? There's icecream in this tavern right?

Ooooh, there better be icecream in this tavern. Grab some food, and make sure to ask if there's any icecream! It must be a dessert, search the menu! It must be here somewhere!

It's was all worth it in the end! We're going to get our ICECREAM! Who cares that we lost our: Meal and our Meal of Larnuma?

Run for it anyways!

Icecream is waiting.

We vanish.

Since, you know. We're so cool and everything, and icecream.

Especially icecream. We're too icecream for all of this.

. . .

He has a pointy spears. I-I'm scared of pointy spears.

BUT LONE FRIGGEN WOLF ISN'T!

Screw that guard! Lone Wolf already has all the privileges! Does he not know WHO WE ARE?! He should be on his knees, asking for a signature for his children!

Ride through him and don't listen to his complaints! I can use those three crowns to buy some icecream, and NOT for some stupid entrance fee to some stupid town.

I picked Pathmamship because I am too fabulous to be predictable!

And I'll say North Gate cause Richi says so, and Richi has 'rich' in it, and rich means money, and I enjoy money quite a bit.

1. Invisibility

2. Pathmanship

and...

3. Psyduck-- er, I mean... Psi-Screen.

I WOULD pick Divination, but that would make things to easy, and LONE FRIGGEN WOLF does NOT take the easy way out!

And I don't think we really NEED any of those equipment. Lone Wolf can take care of HIMSELF, thank-you-very-much.

omo

-Looks around the thread, and wraps his arms around himself shivering.-

It has been awfully cold in here. There's no other subconsciousness(es?) to argue with now. Damn. It's been a fun run. With Lone Wolf being such a badarse and everything.

It's up to you, man. If you want to continue it, I'll be happy to try my best and stick around. If... no one else decides to join... well, I'm not sure what will happen.

I guess if anyone wants to join in on the fun, he/she can post right now! Since we're starting a new book, you don't /really/ need to catch up, so don't let all these pages scare you!

Man, we're Lone Wolf.

Scary blue fireballs? PFFFT. More like bouncy blue... b-blue... blue... uhm,... BLUE BOUNCE BALLS. Y-YEAH! T-TAKE THAT, Haakon! I just called y-your fireballs... uhm, bouncy blue... blue bounce balls!

I... I should really stop, before I embarrass myself... ._.

Let's go for the sword. I'm definitely not going to hide with my rear sticking in the air. We need that sword, man. It's like crack... except, well, you can't sniff it. Well, I guess we could, but we'd probably die or lose a nostril or two, which is no biggy for LONE FRIGGEN WOLF.

Aw man. Lone Wolf ain't got no time for this.

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe. Catch a tiger by the toe. IF he hollers let him go... Eeny, meeny, miny, mo!

RANDOM NUMBER TIME!

3

5

4

Through the use of my amazing guessing skills!

Screw him.

I ain't givin' NO ONE 5 gold crowns. Especially a jerk of a person who wants us to PAY him for directions.

NOPE. NOPE. NOPE.

Slap his face, and decline the offer. THE GREAT LONE WOLF does what he WANTS.

Asky asky ask!

Fat douggas.

So then we can eat it if we were to ever run out of food.

Let's say your in Middle School, and you call your friend a lot of bad words.

You'd be sent to the principals office, and probably be sent to detention.

Now, let's say your on a Minecraft server, and you call a GM or another player a lot of bad words.

Similarly, you'd be punished.

I don't see what's wrong with any of this. Does being punished for calling your friend a lot of bad words at school make your Principal a Communist who wants to do everything in his/her power to censor up everything? Of course not!

Though, I guess I can understand why people are upset over the rule against questioning bans/arguing about IC events. There could be some really nicely written posts in the status messages that may be beneficial, though... to be honest, it's really rare when you see a status message like that. If you want to rant about something... You got a computer right in front of your face. There's Skype, there's Gmail, there's... I don't know, TS or something. You can easily ramble on and on about something to your friends to blow off a steam. Then there's PMs, Forum Posts (Have you seen the Feedback and Bugs section? It's mighty useful). They're not BANNING the WHOLE internet, they're restricting like 1 / 18932427947923749237492374123421412341235th of it. Honestly, they're not even going to REGULATE it harshly anyways, I'm SURE you can still complain about things as long as it's nicely written with a calm and controlled mind (Have you considered meditation? It helps. Sort of... I mean, it certainly DID end up helping Hulk!).

And last but not least... Does it honestly matter? It's STATUS MESSAGES. Seriously, how many people even SEE your status message before it is buried by other status'? If you REALLLLY want to argue about free speech, how about starting from... you know, actual meaningful things that are happening all around you in REALITY? From the actual problems that are happening in the US, or wherever you're at. Not from... this tiny box in a tinier corner of a gigantic forum that honestly isn't that IMPORTANT at all.

But you know what I think is important?

Kittens.

Omygodsocuteohmylord. I wana HUUUG it.

SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. Just kill me, and send me to heaven. Ohmylord.

SDFDSFSLDKGJSDLJLKSDGLKSD... That was me rolling around my keyboard.

Oh? You're not a cat fan... Then you're certainly...

A DOG FAN! (Not literally... a fan made out of a do-- You get my point. >:I)

Awwdaaw.

Nyeggghhh.

See? Don't you feel so much better now? Cats and dogs solve all life problems.

Except poverty... and Global Warming... and high unemployment rates... YOU GET WHAT I'M TRYING TO SAY. ;m;

EDIT: Oh geez. My post editor is really hating my guts. And I thought my guts were already hated on enough. It's okay guts... I still love you. ;m;

Eh.

To the market.

We can buy some human livers there, and I want some of them human livers.

We're doomed anyways.

There's no hope. We're stuck in a never-ending cycle of deaths and rebirths. What can I do to change THAT? 

Buy the wine, and ask about that random guy. Hopefully, our next hallucination won't be as trippy as the last.

Lets continue to die...

*Sad sigh*

Okay... ;m;

Well... To make up for the lack of update. I'll make one up!

~*~*~*~*~*~

We drink the wine!

You thank the definite ASSASSIN as you take the glass of wine. He's definitely SCHEMING up something, but you don't give no mind. After all, your 'MAGICAL' powers told you otherwise!  You notice a small evil GLINT in his eyes as you bring the ale up to your lips, and take a big gulp.

 

Suddenly, your throat is on fire! Blast! Why didn't you listen to that one lone voice in your heard from earlier? He could've saved your life! But NOOOO, now it's too late! You're doomed! You're done for! You take one last wheezy gasp as the poison burns through your throat, and down into your lungs. Your last regret is having not listened to your trusty ol' voice-in-head.

 

You collapse onto the ground, with a hole in your chest. You're DEAD.

 

Turn to page 69, if you want to listen to trusty ol' voice-in-head next time.

Turn to page 42, if you want to keep dying.

Pffffft. See? I was totally right. He was definitely trying to poison us! But NOOO, you didn't listen to me!

. . .

No one ever listens to me... ;m; 

Cats. Because,

 

 

-Everblue squees-

-Susie squees along with Timmy in perfect harmony.-

. . .

He's definitely trying to poison us. HE'S DEFINITELY TRYING TO POISON US!

I know our secret powers told us he's friendly and all, but he's trying to poison us -- IN A FRIENDLY WAY!

IT'S ALL A CONSPIRACY! 

Pfft. Pickaxe? Who needs that? That's the tool for people with ACTUAL JOBS. We're LONE FRIGGEN WOLF, we don't need no JOBS! WE JUST NEED TO MURDER PEOPLE!

And food? That's for people who are WEAK HUMANS. WE'RE A GOD DARN WOLF, we don't need food! WE DEVOUR THE FLESH OF OUR VICTIMS! 

And also, enter the home. We need to show our DOMINANCE over this weak puny human that definitely thinks we're far more superior than he.