HollowHaven
I don't really think this WILL work, but I'm one of the most likely to give it a shot.
Uncle Sciz
Man, I ******** WISH things could go back to normal. Draid and I kinda screwed that up, though.
WritingWithLove
Well, sure I guess. I might give it a shot.
Fenrir Shade
What the ******** are you quoting ME for?! I don't want anything to do with you! Get outta my face.
The Jolly Victini
I've got a lot of stuff going on in my life. I don't really think RPing would even be in question right now.
Ryuzki Hygaea
I'm not even in this guild anymore. Do you really think this will work?
Serenla the Cat
I was hardly involved to start with... I don't think bringing me in now would do anything...
MPFyrus
I've never had a Krabby Patty and I never will.
It was another typical day for the Ice Kingdom. The morning brought in the grey overcast that covered the sun and turned its orange-gold rays into a soft silver light from no discernible source. The grass had long since the evening before frosted over and made a soft, crunchy bed for kids to jump on and drunkards to lay their weary, whiskey-soaked heads. The few inches or so of snow only foretold of the Ice Kingdom's legendary and long-fabled winters that brought an endless stream of snowfall. All throughout the kingdom, the residents were slowly rising one by one from their abodes - From the Blood Cult in the underground to the royal Hedgecat family in the palace. From all walks of life, people were wiping excess snow from driveways and off of windshields and warming themselves in their cars before starting out on their day. The Kingdom functioned this morning like many others that weren't being tormented by aliens, cultists, or crazed gods in Centurion armor. However, the kingdom was going to pit its champions once again against a foe looking to destroy their society as they knew it - They just didn't know it yet.
Gareth groaned and stretched in his bed, feeling the cold of outside seep into his room through the cracked window. He was unsure why, but he always seemed to sleep more soundly when the room was cold enough to chill an average man to the bone. He sat up and rolled his neck, hearing the multiple pops of his neck cracking as a yawn erupted from his mouth. He slowly got out of bed, draping his comforter around his shoulders and flipping one end over the other to shield him from the cold, and walked over to his closet on the opposite side of the room to pick out his outfit for the day.
Mordin awoke much like he had the past week - to Veronica's overwhelming rants about an oncoming doom. However, to Veronica, oncoming doom could refer to anything from the Blood-God destroying half the world to not having any milk when you poured your bowl of cereal in the morning, so he did his best to ignore her. Perhaps if I threw her in a bowling-ball bag and then stuffed her in the chest underneath everything... He thought to himself as he muttered "Gargolus robien multiphulus" which caused gold light to fire out of his waist, shoulders, and the top of his head. The light draped down and up, forming the multiple layers of robes he typically wore until the light had one final flash to restore coloring in them.
"SYSTEM CALIBRATION SUCCESSFUL. ALL FUNCTIONS NORMAL." A robotic voice sounded off in the dark recesses of the underground. Metallic clanking was heard as the machine booted up.