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 Posted: Sun Nov 03, 2013 4:03 pm
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OnionGrump generated a random number between
1 and 13 ...
9!
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Posted: Sun Nov 03, 2013 4:08 pm
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OnionGrump generated a random number between
1 and 13 ...
1!
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Posted: Sun Nov 03, 2013 5:00 pm
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Quote: 1. Prompt - A Letter To My Future Self --
You step into a room. Except it now isn't a room anymore. A quick look down at yourself reveals that you've changed. You know that you're still you, and part of you realizes that you are your future self. Describe a day in the life of your future self, the future that you see your character in.
If in a group: it is up to you whether you want to solo it, or go create a future-based PRP thread to RP it out.
"Wake up!" A quick smack and his head slamming against a hard surface woke Tybalt from his snooze and biting his tongue in the process.
Another black dog, an older, familiar ghoul was standing in front of him.
"The hell was that fo--" He started to demand, but stopped when he realized he wasn't in any familiar surroundings. But at least he was himself again. Or mostly. He wasn't wearing the same clothes as before.
"Hey did you change my clo--"
SMACK
"Don't ask stupid questions! And don't nap when you're supposed to be guarding the place!"
"Guarding what?" Tybalt rubbed at his eyes and looked around the place, frowning. A junkyard. Ohhh this looked like-- "Oh bummer. I must have done something bad to end up here." He muttered out and was rewarded with another smack.
"Says the one who wanted a place to stay. Really! All you have to do is make sure no one trespasses. You practically get to stay for free."
"As if anyone would want to steal garbage." He said with a yawn. Though this time he was dumped onto the ground, courtesy of the other black dog.
"Its not garbage! Its scraps, and it is worth something. Probably more than your sorry tail." She countered, giving Tybalt a light boot to get him up and off the ground. Unfortunately it only made him roll onto his back and groan.
Really? If this was what he had to look forward to then seriously just--
"Let me diiiieee.." He whined.
"Oh, that can be arranged." Came the irritable response. |
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OnionGrump generated a random number between
1 and 13 ...
1!
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Posted: Sun Nov 03, 2013 6:39 pm
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OnionGrump generated a random number between
1 and 13 ...
10!
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OnionGrump rolled 2 10-sided dice:
3, 6
Total: 9 (2-20)
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Posted: Sun Nov 03, 2013 7:00 pm
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OnionGrump rolled 2 10-sided dice:
10, 8
Total: 18 (2-20)
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Posted: Sun Nov 03, 2013 7:04 pm
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OnionGrump rolled 2 10-sided dice:
9, 1
Total: 10 (2-20)
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Posted: Sun Nov 03, 2013 7:07 pm
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OnionGrump rolled 1 10-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-10)
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Posted: Sun Nov 03, 2013 7:10 pm
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Tybalt didn't expect to be woken up in the middle of the night. Nor did he expect to be gagged, blindfolded and hauled off to Jack knows where. So by the time he was dumped on the cold stone floor, the black dog was snarling out muffled curses around the gag and struggling to free himself so that he might catch one of the culprits and use them as his new chew toy. Alas, by the time he was free, all were long gone, leaving him alone and confused--or at least until he saw the large banner.
