Posts by SecondComingOfPasta

Gonna keep an eye on this, Form will be made soon, any standard format to use?

Gonna Track this, I shall return with a form

I have arisen once again from the ashes, I have transcended to a higher state of shitposter, so much so that my life itself is one big shitpost Kappa

Greetings, I have the big gay

Let's GOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

I require your finest warriors to fight me in the ring of honor, to prove how powerful your people are

In all seriousness, I am happy to be in this place, thank you for letting this trash baby frolic in these meadows

I will use my ultimate weapon, the Knifestick 6.8, fear its power, the most devastating weapon of mass destruction in the entire world, capable of wiping out entire continents in a single swing

No silly, it's the knifestick, it has a tactical curve to maximize carnage

Yes yes, I, Spaghetti Jesus know exactly what I am talking about, now, as the new god of this server, I plan to build a new monument just over there, the mighty Colander of Truth and it will not be an easy task, but it will be a worthwhile one, as this monument will assist in my rise to power by making my divinity undeniable truth

Praise be to spaghetti jesus

One thing I need ta know, what time period is this fantasy world in, not sure if it's modern with the modern clothed people, ya know?

got it, Then here we goooo, Made a second mate with this information

Ozzy wandered the halls, struggling to drag the massive duffel bag full of stuff all the way to the dorm room. The only thing he could think was how irritating it was that he couldn't cast a spell to make this bag easier to carry, damn. Through the halls, after quite a long time, he'd managed to drag the massive bag about twice his weight to the room he'd have to stay in while learning here. Unfortunately, he'd have to share the room with somebody else. First order of business should be setting up ground rules for his roommate so they'd know their place. Though, there were more pressing matters to attend to, the growling in his stomach. Ozzy cast an arcane lock on the bag to make sure nobody could open it but him, allowing him to make his way to the cafeteria without any worries.

It was a Metaphorical blink of an eye in the scheme of his perception of time, but in that moment, everything seemed to have changed again. From the cave he'd taken residence, just past the large forest, Dolph saw towering city skylines, stange giant castles scraping the heavens themselves. The only thing he could think, was why? He thought to visit some of the friends he'd made before this, but knowing how that ended every other time, he knew it was pointless. They were all either dead, or had grown old and forgotten him. Though saddening, it gave him an excuse to go out and find new people to experience his nearly eternal life with. He'd barely even started to grasp the mannerisms of the last few centuries, but now everything was different. Without any further ado, Dolph, clad in iron and all, left the cave and wandered through the forest in an attempt to make it to the strange heavenward kingdom.

Dormal sat in his hidden grove, drinking from the clean lake alongside the animals taking residence in the beautiful clearing. Between gulps of water, a crow flew in and landed infront of him, perched on a tree root growing in the lake. The bird looked directly at him, letting him know it had something to tell him. Using a bit of magic, Dormal communicated with the crow, learning of a strange boy found laying in the middle of the forest. Concerned for both the safety of the forest, if the boy proved to be dangerous, or the safety of the boy otherwise, Dormal grabbed his staff and followed the crow to this mysterious boy.

Yes, my most loyal follower, we must spread the news like a fine alfredo sauce

With more followers, the construction of the colander of truth will be a much simpler task

^Delicious

Tic Tac Trick Track, wanna join some stuff that's active, I shall return with a form made mates

Name:

Ulric Fullerson

Title/Rank:

Former Soldier

Age:

61

Personality:

While courteous to a point, Ulric, like many others looks out mostly for himself. While this wasn't much of a problem in the past, his old age has amplified his ego. Though lacking in many things, Ulric tends to view himself above many others simply based on his age, giving him a tendency to speak condescendingly to those younger than him. Though he's generally not the best person, he'll gladly help people who ask for his help; Provided they can repay him for the assistance of course.

Appearance (written or pictured):

History (optional):

Before becoming a solider, Ulric was simply a common farmer with a common family. Throughout many combats, Ulric lived to see many a horrors, such as the advent of biological warfare in the form of weaponized plague. After 30 long years in the military, Ulric had decided enough was enough, he didn't want to stick his throat out to be torn again. During the upcoming days before a battle, he'd searched for the perfect opportunity, a moment in time where he could slip away unnoticed and disappear into the annexes of time, to be forgotten by some, but not all.

Deep in the woods, on the main path, stood a cabin inhabited by an old veteran. Outside this cabin, Ulric, stringing an old longbow and thinking about the past, the family he had to leave behind because of the draft. As much as he'd like to see them again, his wife has likely died by now and his kids, become parents of their own.

He'd dwelled in the past for long enough now. His bow stringed and ready, Ulric knocked back an arrow and pinned a squirrel to the large pine tree across from his cabin. But now, the squirrel was only one thing, tonight's meal.

Ulric left his longbow leaning on the outside of his cabin, waiting for him. he entered the wood cabin to grab his old wood axe. heading out to collect firewood, Ulric grabbed his worn out gambeson, mainly for warmth; though the possibility of bandits had crossed his mind when choosing to wear it. In the woods surrounding his homely cabin, finding a sapling to cut for the small amount of wood he needed was an easy task; one he completed with ease, felling it with two hard strikes. Ulric slung the light sapling over his shoulder; before heading back to the tree which the squirrel was pinned to. He retrieved both the animal and the arrow; it wasn't broken and arrows weren't easy to make. With his axe, Ulric cut the saplings into smaller logs and sticks, piling them up haphazardly in a ring of rocks, filled with ash and burnt grass. Before lighting the fire, of course, Ulric set up a cooking spit; for after he'd finished skinning the squirrel and preparing the meat.

Yes you are, congratulations, you get a plate of spaghetti

Provided that the colander of truth has had some progress in its creation, you may