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Philip smiles upon seeing the keep flourish with its usual activity. He encourages anyone who travel by to join!

we have/ had a club penguin HQ in my city, and a couple years ago they sent out this thing to people in the area to see if they wanted to game test. was supposed to be a paying thing so 8 year old me was like "HECK YES". i applied, signed contract then got in, and time skip to a couple weeks where they call me in. it was this one older man who took 12 of us kids into a big meeting room with 12 laptops. some hunger games sh*t went down. i got a good seat, next to weird old white man tour guide. the game they had us test was was smoothie making game, but in a really shitty beta. so i play this game with some dude breathing down my back and constantly asking "find anything bad?" and i start to have a panic attack. he decides to call it a day, then shoos us out of the building but not before we get a free puffle plush. i never got my paycheck, i also never got a call to return. tl;dr i game tested for club penguin and they never paid me and probably took DNA to clone me.

MC Name: richkeyboard Nation(s)/Faction you belong to IC: Sutica, for now. Time Zone: Pacific Standard Skype (if applicable): amskybuscus Discord (if applicable): ren (richkeyboard) Forum Account Link: https://www.lordofthecraft.net/profile/86546-richkeyboard/ Preferred Method of Contact: skype !! How will you go about assisting new players?: First thing players might not understand is how the chat system works. There are many commands that are useful, but hard to know if you're not familiar with the plugins. Another thing would be the different kinds of groups, and where to start rp'ing! I'm open to starting up a roleplay with anyone, and seeing if I can help them send off to see what other kinds of people do in their rp. I find it's important to not be scared to talk to people. Oh, another thing, I'm also willing to lose in rp for the sake of rp to provide a good experience.

Who's the bastard, orphan, son of a wh*re and a Scotsman?

long and unfunny. like me

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A courageous 11 year old boy goes to withdraw his steel sword in which to later slay the beast, but not before his dad can say no, causing the boy to trudge off back to their keep.

Sorry to make a forum post but I can't make a status update so ? Slot 0 is there since the beginning. Slot 1 opens at 11 hours, but the rest I have no idea. Talk to me I'm lonely.

A certain strong-blooded child is unhappy with said affairs.

Jester happily welcomes the Emperor into the Seven Skies

sadly not one forum appropriate meme comes to mind

With the protagonist and antagonist at each other’s throats the chaos in Johannesburg felt oddly tame. It all seemed practiced. Like somehow this situation was all a play on a stage with props and actors and an audience. The flowers still grew, the sun still shone, and the Earth still spun. It felt… isolated. It’s how you would imagine watching the world go by from behind a glass wall that only works one way. ‘How dare the world not stop for an event of this size. Damn it to the Nether.’ ACT I His brown hardened leather shoes ‘click-clacked’ along the cobblestone as he hastily made his way across the square to the ministry warehouse. Upon reaching the locked door a small sigh escaped his lips because he knew he had forgotten the key in his apartment. Jester swivelled on his heels and started to head back but trudging a slower pace than before. The view was very nice during the seed of Sun’s Smile. Everything seemed to bloom. Pausing in front of The Viridian, the curious brown haired man peeked his head inside the tavern only to make eye contact with the owner, Delo. A friendly grin grew on both their faces. At the bar sat a young woman enjoying a baked potato and having a friendly chat. Delo shot Jester one of his signature charming smiles as he turned his attention back to the woman. Jester scoffed and shook his head as he continued on his way. The Exposition. The shabby wooden door slammed behind him. Not in rage, but in laziness to secure it’s safe and quiet closing. “Keep it down, Jester!”, yelled the angry old man living in 4 Baston. ‘Sano, right on cue as always.’, he thought as he took a dramatic fall on top of his bed. Thoughts of going back to the warehouse crossed his mind but exhaustion took a hold of his body. Between being forced back into the guard and his stressful administration job he didn't get much free time. Whenever he could, Jester walked the around the city. If anything, Johannesburg is a loud place. He could have sworn that the constant shouting of “Lowes’ proice in ahll o’ Axios!”, and “Rally in the square, rally in the square!” shook the poor cobblestone walls. Jester lied on his back and had a staring contest with his ceiling. A habitual scene to be played when his ears were being pierced with a succession of white noise. A swift knock on the door interrupted his blank mind. The half-broken door swung open to reveal a young man in thick Haensetic clothing, shoving a parchment into the mailbox and running off without a word. Jester, not phased by the man's odd behaviour, reached into the mailbox and once again slammed the door behind him. The parchment opened to reveal some upsetting news. The Rising Action. (( ‘If only I ‘ad hope in somethin’. If only I ‘ad atleas’ one comfortin’ thought in these times. If only I ‘ad thought at all.’ ACT II An oblivious steward walked past 3 Baston and saw that the door was cracked ever so slightly open, but it appeared as if no one were home. They called out and when no answer was heard they wearily decided to investigate. Upon entering, all the chests would be opened and seemingly trashed. Through closer inspection it would show nothing to be missing or broken. Paper is discarded all along the floor and black ink stained the spruce planks at the edge of a well-made bed. Above the dust covered bed scratched into the wall would be the phrase “R.I.P Davius C.” The steward raised a brow and inwardly clicked their tongue at the blatant property damage and made a mental note to remove it later. They eyed the ladder leading to the second floor. 'Leave. Turn back. This place was robbed, that's all.', and though those thoughts were ignored, a pool of anxiety sat within the unsettled steward. The ladder creaked almost eerily as they made their ascendance. A rush of sudden unexpected adrenaline and dread ran through them. Once up the ladder fully and turned around the steward let out an audible gasp. Wide eyes took in strung up man swaying gently in the middle of the room. The Climax. ACT III A torn piece of paper lay beneath his suspended brown shoes. “Bell, Mattington, Davius, Bradshaw, Markese, Sylvestre, Oliver, anyone and everyone. I apologize for what may seem like cowardice. I can not give you any one reason. I have not much to say except my apology and my gratitude. I could never express in words what ye taught me. I know you will achieve what you’re all striving for. May you all live, or fight, for peace in these times of war.” A messenger would be sent to tell close friends. The Denouement. JESTER 1546 - 1594 Aspiring Scholar, Experienced Guard

and see i would concur that life is ?

FM's delete this before he gets more rep than me

good story, not very easy on the eyes though with all the colours and changing fonts

An Orenian soldier sighs a huge sigh of relief, as he finally feels safe because of his big elven brethren protecting him!

"May this be the war to end all wars. I'm tired of seeing faces walk past me in the street one day only to see them disappear the next. All due to some silly feud. Ave Orenia." Jester mumbles the last part as his eyes scan over the many people rushing past him in the town square, a certain look of exhaust on his face.