TinyBiceps

@Tox

i'm just. so bored.

they rlly good 4 pvp pls don laugh

... you right, you right.

i'd get rid of those moments where your character has said their goodbyes but the other person is standing still and you're unsure if they're typing or waiting for you to leave so you stand there for like two minutes just me? alright. okay well apparently it isn't just me thanks for the validation rep

i really think you're forcing this jacque de felsen meme too much. but i snorted so +1 anyway.

sorry grandpa it's the FM way it catches on fast love PEX abuse

well you should've made a better meme smh

inb4 kowagod reigns down

can i use

i'm going to start giving out warning points for bad memes.

hey this is really good man. i like how you described the atmosphere of the story, it set a nice tone throughout.

AVE MARKESE DE ROLLE DE ROLLE REBELLION

you're going to anger the KowaGod with your clickbait

Name: Reilly Rorel Chosen Craft: Acoustic String Instruments Experience: Made a mediocre viol, once. ||OOC|| MC Name: richkeyboard Skype: amskybuscus

Bavol pondered for a few moments, did they give fancy titles to anyone now? It felt like Squires now got the title of Ser, along with shiny medals and grandeur living spaces. All you had to do was risk the very thing you’re fighting for; your life. He thought about this subject near religiously, the fact that every other person was fine with war. Somehow they seemed to fight without consequence.. Without the mentally scarring image of constant loss happening around them. The smell of the dead not burnt into every nose on the battlefield. Were these men truly human? How in the Creator’s name could they come home without grievances? Practically unburdened? Of course he held respect for these veterans, living in the dirt like pigs during these trying times, but what did they hold close to them if not their sense of self? The sight of the incoming commander pulled him from his thoughts. “Sir Bavol Bayman?”, he shouted. “Aye Ser!”, responded Bavol. The knight moved up in the line as he kept his salute respectfully high. Medallions flashed on every man’s tabard like the millions of lights in the sky at night. He couldn’t tell if it was annoying because of the reflective blindness or the show of apathetic behaviour towards mankind. The rewards showed nothing but their incapability to feel emotions any longer. This was not something that needed to be flashed around. It hit him, what these soldiers would lose in the long run would not be their families or land, but their sense of humanity.

2 minas to change your name to 'prosperousinstrument'

@senor_tortuga forgive me for i do not know anatomy

i'm the one that's always messaging people with /r but i mess up and forget the / in front and say it in rp chat. :' )