dragoonson

^OOC:Forgot to include this in the PM but can you make a female Sergeant?So few females in FL,feels weird.I actually play the most D&D with female friends...

Kay, here's part 3. The next one would be about the Kitties. I quite like the middle bit of this one,very fun to type,for sure. -Begin part 3- Its barely been a day, but the Alliance has already prepared a scouting party to well, scout. Mainly, it was a small group of ten, five Crusaders and five Templars. They had been given some food, to the delight of two particular members, Hawk and Brayen, considering they were given their favorite food. Hawk was a Monkey Templar, and Brayen a Pony Crusader. Oh, what was the food they were given again? Oh yes, they had Chicken Klorr. In case you ignorant fools were wondering, Klorr is like a calzone in our world, just without the cheese. See, cows are strangely absent in Crusader lands and the Templars are usually lactose intolerant. Hawk climbed a tree nearest to the North gates of the town, since that was where the Resistances land was. Brayen and the rest of the Crusaders had technically lost their advantage, considering they had to leave their ponies behind for stealth. However, they did still have the amazing zealous nature they get from all the relics garrisoned back in Ponysalem. From high up in the tree, Brayen noted that there were a few spots they could set up defensive towers. Using a semi-circular radar-like overly-hyphenated type of map, he marked down the locations, along with his left and right arc, and some important landmarks around. Hawk and the rest of the Crusaders, meanwhile, had been interacting with some of the fauna, taking notes in case they would come in handy during the next few battles. By nightfall they had found 15 different types of turtles, and a particularly small trouser snake. Gathering by a campfire some 30 whole yards (wow) from the town, they discussed what they had gathered. The Templars had an array of maps, some topographical, and others simple, and one particularly illegible one. The Crusaders, as mentioned, had found flora and fauna. Fascinated by the trouser snake, they ate their Chicken Klorrs, eager to find similar animals the next day. One of the Templars in their party, Loren, decided to tell a scary story. He told of a tribal witch doctor, he was constantly trying to impregnate his tribal wife, even though he had been castrated age 13. One night, he had succeeded, even though his wife was not home. Nine months later, the tribal baby was born, but it looked nothing like his father. Instead, he was reminiscent of one of the tribal warriors in the town. The tribal witch doctor was pissed, and he grabbed his tribal blow tube, and sneaked into the tribal barracks. Quietly, the tribal witch doctor out the tribal blow tube to his mouth, placing a tribal round dart in it. He blew it straight into the tribal warriors neck, and did the same to his tribal wife in their tribal tent. It is said that the tribal wife now haunts people who look into a tribal mirror lit by a campfire and say Tribal woman, tribal me killed your tribal baby! thrice, shed return and slice your eyes vertically. Finishing the last of his Klorr, Brayen gagged, close to getting an involuntary second helping. The thought of being unable to see Heaven when the Pony Rapture arrived scared him, as it would any one of the Crusaders. Well, if youre not going to eat that last Klorr, I-ARH the man seated beside Brayen screamed suddenly, and fell forwards into the burning fire. The fire moved quickly from his oily head down his equally oily body, engulfing him in flames. Brayen and the rest of the squad moved back a few steps. Noticing a small stick-like object protruding from his neck, Hawk turned his head, trying to find the tribal responsible for this. Well, he need not have done so, for two tribal blow tubers stepped out of the shadows. They stood shaking, making it clear that they had no form of back up whatsoever, and were probably the only survivors of the previous massacre. The two were both considerably short, but one was fatter than the other. The fat one pulled a string that none of the squad had noticed before, and seven of the remaining nine were thrown into the air in nets. Brayen and Hawk, lucky as they were, had stepped off the nets that were supposed to catch them when the man fell into the flames. Luckily, all the notes they had gathered were on their respective bodies (that is to say, the Templars notes were with Hawk, and the Crusaders with Brayen) , for the nettings contained some poison that spread from exterior contact. With a great show of teamwork, Hawk leapt onto Brayen, who fended off most of the darts with his sword. Hawk jumped off, propelling himself into both tribal men, knocking them over onto their backs. Brayen, showing as much dexterity as a Templar-Ballerina, performed some sort of flying kick with weapon slash, his sword slicing clean (well not so clean, blood has some ick-factor) through the taller mans neck. Hawk himself wasnt too bad with a sword, despite being a Templar. Combining it with unimaginable speed (which is bad, because storytelling needs you to imagine it) , he managed to break few ribs, and slice the poor mans neck. Sadly being forced to ignore their squad-mates, the two gathered all the left over Chicken Klorr (not to return, its their favorite food, theyll eat it sooner or later) and headed back to base, hearts heavy with the loss of their companions, backpacks heavy too, with the gain of all those Chicken Klorrs. -End part 3-

^I believe thats a bastard sword.Its not censored lol. Anyway,ICC:Talonial swears,but quickly makes a decision.Making more webbings,he spits it on the bladed edges of the sword (for a -1?-2? bonus...),and spits webbing on the floor all the way to the bow,all while attempting to block the blows.(You roll,or it'll seem like I'm cheating.) Reaching into a pack,he removes a vial containing a bright green liquid.Now using one of his eight legs (so he has 10 limbs,I just realised) ,he smashes it in the middle of the shield,and watches the man panic as it eats away the protection. (Yup.Acid.An assassin is prepared for bullcrap like this)

Okay,I've made a Bunny Man story.It cuts off at the end because thats where you get interupted.It may seem a bit dry,but given the right conditions, and a dramatic story teller,you get a real spooky product.I mean,I made the literature book we read (Bridge to Terabithia :roll: ,thats how low our standard is) seem scary,by simply adjusting my voice. Anyway here you go.Please change anything,because I've never gone to Australian camp :roll: [hide=hide]By day, the tunnel is bright, sunny. Birds chirp, bunnies hop past. Overall, its a very cheerful place. By night, the tunnel is so dark there is no light at its end. An eerie silence falls over the area, no crickets, and no babies crying, not even the slightest crunching of grass. Anyone who has done good research of the area would know there used to be other camps around here, but did you know even before then, this place used to be a park? In fact, the tunnel did exist, and still does, for no one dares to approach it. Interestingly enough, the other camps around were nearer to the tunnel than us, and each one closed in order of their proximity to the tunnel itself. Some say that the Bunny Man was a construction worker, killed and hidden in the concrete of the tunnel. Others, a widower who took his life in the tunnel. But I believe he was a serial killer, so mad that he took himself as a victim. Regardless of all the different stories of who he was, or why he remains on this plane, there are two consisting details. The first being that he always appears during (season) , at the tunnel where his life was taken, and makes his way to the first living being he can find. The other is that he is always in a Bunny Suit, carrying a hatchet, soaked in blood of all his victims over the years. I remember the newspaper article my grandfather had cut out when my dad was only 16, it said that a strange old man had broken the window of a car with a dating couple inside. He had shouted about trespassers, but they ignored him. When they left, they found a bloody hatchet on the car floor, even though the man had thrown a stone. An article from a few years later said something about another old man who had a similar description who was chopping some lamp posts in the park, also shouting about trespassing. Soon, the police had found a man who fitted the description to a T. But when they opened his records, they found that he was born on Easter of 1845, and died Easter of 1899, some thirty years before the first incident occurred. Now that all the other camps have systematically closed down, and we are the only camp left in the area, it is quite obvious that he will-[/hide] By the way,I should take a bath,I smell so strongly of WIN

What sort of Canadian are you,then?French?Because if you can speak French I wouldn't mind some practice,since I'm taking it as an exam soon enough. Haha Mcneil you really know your locations =P Oh the capital of Singapore is Sentosa(just kidding,its Singapore=D)

Nah,I'd have a Jaguar with the Union Jack all over for that.And it'll be the Shaguar =). Well I'd also call it the Austinmobile,but that reference is funnier with my friends. Because my friend thought Austin Powers was Batman :lol:

Kay,there was this one night I was sleeping particularly well,seeing that I can remember the dream.I dreamt my brother,and another boy,a few years older than him were havinh a conversation.The funny thing that the other boy looked a lot like my brother (and after a few years,I would look about the same). So a few years later I find out I'm actually the fifth child,and the second was aborted.Not too bad right?I find out the second's a guy. And then there was that doll thing I posted on Camp Stories.

Yay \ Hey Mcneil,whats the capital of Thailand?

Don't you like need a camera that can access your computer for that? :lol: But tbh I'd rather have a Mini Cooper,they're so damn cool.Perhaps a Union Jack on the top,and Ed,Iron Maiden's mascot on da'hood.

Thats nice. By the way is your avatar your baby?My sister did the same thing on her facebook. You know its people like you who keep my faith in humanity :D

Oh,I spent 3 hours in queue for a McDonalds breakfast,by the time it was my turn they ran out of the hash browns I love so much.I said I would wait,but it was 11 and they stopped cooking the frikknig hash browns. Of course I was pissed,I only get an opportunity to eat breakfast like twice a year.And hashbrowns are awesome in general.

If I remember correctly you told me you were to be enlisted soon (sorry if I'm thinking of the wrong person.) If you're interested in explosions the best thing to do is apply for either combat engineer or artillery - Get paid to blow things up for a living, build them and test them ;) True,that. Though my enlistment isn't permanent,its a 2-year thing. I like how you remember things about people,guess its your job though : Oh and by the way,my ideal life does not involve me being enlisted into BMT (Basic Military Training),just going in as a commanding officer.But since I can't do that,I toughen myself up so I can do the required 2.4 km in 8 minutes >.<

More like :geek: to :ugeek: :lol: Anyone notice how any thread Goddess posts on instantly becomes a hit?Go post on Falador Library,Goddess :lol:

Also learnt something new.

Totally off topic but its good to see you read and listen to some suggestions of the users.I'm pretty sure its not my idea so I'm not tooting my own horn here.

If you don't mind me posting,the "V" looks like a "U"

^Yeah,isn't that what I was implying? :) Anyways if you're telling a scary story I'll write you one,even based on the Bunny Man if you want =P.I mean I haven't written a good horror story in ages,I won't mind doing it.

I found hair in my mashed potatoes.And its in those plastic containers,I was at KF-frikking-C!

I can tell a person's poker tells from how they behave.It was quite a trial and error thing,and I lost quite a lot of money,but now I get a nice portion of my income from poker games ^.^ I can lie,and I can fake poker tells too.

I know,we had a special effect my he made and it looked like his eyes were removed lol. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bunny_Man And I suggest (if you're telling the story) that you don't say that it happened in the camp.Say something like he goes to certain camps and so far they've formed a "path",the next in line being the one you're going to.Get to a crucial point in the story,and be interuppted.Sure beats getting to the end before the "ghosts" come out.

Okay,when I was in my first NCC camp we had to take this walk at night,just 2 people,sharing one torch light. So we were like,"okay they're sure to jump us at some point,so be wary.The thing is we were quite scared too,because we had just watched a horror movie before that,and a few guys cried >.< Anyway,at one point there was supposedly a doll we had to find in one part of the school. I stepped into the room before my friend and I heard the doll's "Lets be friends" play.So I'm a little creeped out,but I figure its just one of my Sergeants waiting to scare us,so I shine around,prepared for a scare.Turns out no one was around... :ohnoes: Oh and last year when I was in charge of camp we told Bloody Mary,except that you didn't need the candles,you could do it anytime after sunset and that someone in our school had done it before.I added that she pulls out your eyes,and other things.Then we got a guy to scream as I finished the story,we'd rush over to the other room,where he'd be curled in the fetal position in a corner,and my girl friend at the time was standing there,dressed spookily scaring him. Got quite a few lols from that one lol.

Key word is Middle Ages, a time when not believing in god could be punishable with death, and a time where science wasn't advanced enough to contradict almost everything the Bible or Quaran says. Oh and guess what else, it was also a period in Islamic history when people didn't blow themselves up for their beliefs. That was not true.In fact,when the Egyptian Muslims were in control of Jerusalem they allowed the Christians to keep their churches and stuff (like the Holy Sepulchure).Hell,they even allowed pilgrims.And apparently,the prophet Muhammad did tell them not to perform atrocities on Christians and Jews,because they were "People of the Book" and believed in One God. It was only when the Turks had been converted that the crusades (in a way) began.Let this be a history lesson to you.

The fact that Jet Li's in it tells me there's going to be some fighting and it'll be awesome.Oh and Jet Li announced his retirement for Action Movies,I believe.So his appearance in Forbidden Kingdom was technically allowed (KungFu movie,I'd place it) and though its not out yet,I'd say this is the one where he would have lied =P ShadowFaxPZ I think you've got it wrong,but it may be I is wrong...

C-C-Combo Breaker!Yay I broke a combo of 0. TPUM will post below me.Yeah,I'm psychic that way

If you didn't add the last part (and if I hadn't used the forums before the rollback) I would have!