The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
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Henry decides to go to the mailbox. He equips his PVC STAFF that he made himself in case he meets any trouble without MIDNIGHT around. ( Staff is pvc pipe with black tape wrapped around it, pretty weak)(Midnight's his cat that guides him through the ways around the house, it's too big for him to navigate well)(also going to use allcaps for stuff like in Homestuck)
[We need female human characters, there are none and how could we create our ansecstors and... etc.]
Would you like some tea Mr. Popper? Josh was now playing with his stuffed penguins in the most un-manly fashion possible... a tea party. How about you Mr. Mumbles? Anyone care for a bagle? This was all so pathetic that I can't even continue typing it.
Joshua's grandpa was busy playing Solitare on the house computer. More specifically he was losing at Solitare, and as usual he wouldn't stop playing untill he either won or had one of his infinite bowel movements. Lucky for Josh, unlucky for the toilet, he had just eaten three branmuffins. Then a miracle happened... and by that I mean a 87 year old man was moving as fast as a Olympic athleit to the toilet.
At the moment the trolls have 3 females and 0 males...
Is interspecies breeding possible?))
[Trolls reproduce via buckets and genes through a queen grub... males and females of the human species... *ahem**blushes* they... do things differently...]
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
Join Date:
2/18/2011
Posts:
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Location:
In a large pokemon forest
Minecraft:
Evanist
Xbox:
NOPE!
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Troll app:
Name: Deravan
Zodiac Symbol: Leo
Blood color: (Black, grey, white and candy red are not allowed.) : Green
Trollhandle: (Chat screen name, text color is the same as your blood): mightSilence
Intrests: (Should tie in with you zodiac sign): Deravan like to watch the sky at night, liking the silence of it. He like PAINTING the view with the blood of the creature he usually hunts in the EXTREME ROLEPLAY, that he usually plays, thought he prefers the type of roleplay that as a story in it (like Jair, cant think of anything else, sorry), not liking those that are just senseless killing. He also like working on mechanics, thought his machines are rather simple usually.
Lusus: Giant Salamander. Usually stays under his house, in a calm humid place.
Title: Consoler of space
Gender: Male
Sylladex: Pictionary
Strife Specibus: Glovekind (gonna make him a bit monk lol)
(Anyway, I am trying this, if you want me to add something, then ok.)
Troll app:
Name: Deravan
Zodiac Symbol: Leo
Blood color: (Black, grey, white and candy red are not allowed.) : Green
Trollhandle: (Chat screen name, text color is the same as your blood): mightSilence
Intrests: (Should tie in with you zodiac sign): Deravan like to watch the sky at night, liking the silence of it. He like PAINTING the view with the blood of the creature he usually hunts in the EXTREME ROLEPLAY, that he usually plays, thought he prefers the type of roleplay that as a story in it (like Jair, cant think of anything else, sorry), not liking those that are just senseless killing. He also like working on mechanics, thought his machines are rather simple usually.
Lusus: Giant Salamander. Usually stays under his house, in a calm humid place.
Title: Consoler of space
Gender: Male
Sylladex: Pictionary
Strife Specibus: Glovekind (gonna make him a bit monk lol)
(Anyway, I am trying this, if you want me to add something, then ok.)
Josh was... oh god he's dancing like a penguin again. There isn't much we can do... oh, he stopped. It must have been the sound of the bathroom door slamming shut. Now was his chance! He could use the computer for about 20 hours now. He walked like a penguin downstairs and to the computer.
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Let's all get along... or something optimistic like that.
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
Join Date:
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Posts:
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Location:
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(ok, here I go...)
Today is your wriggling day, you are now 6 sweeps old (Thirteen in human years). It was the day that he been waiting for, the day he would finaly get a name. The name that was given to him was Deravan. He waked up in his room, full of paintings of the stars and sea, having a alright appreciation of what life has shown you.
Deravan walked near one of his creation. The view was a clear night sky with a small comet passing threw, rather simple. He looked in his drawer and took his battle gloves. They were a bit torn from overusage. He should work on them soon. He then walked to his computer, and open Trollian.
Meanwhile, you , Terezi Pyrope are skinning the skull of a dead landweller, gog are you bored, this guy wasn't even good at Flarp, he was too easy, you suppose you should get his Lusus to Vriska by now, though you might as well open up Trollian to see what's happening.
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
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(Man, should have finish all the troll part before going for that, I am like partially there, I do understand some stuff, but not finish yet. What larps anyway lol)
MS:*** Sorry, tryd to, but dosent seem to have any luck***
He was sitting back, working on a small mechanism to add to his glove, maybe to make it stronger
Alright, that's enough being a useless ****. I've got a job to do, a mission. I was going to right up to Bro, get my game back, and **** he blocked my door again. This was just part of his "ironic" sense of humor. Well, whatever was blocking the door was going to have to go now. I break the door down with my HOCKEYSTICK, breaking the BEN STILLER BUST into pieces. Bro always had an unhealthy obsession with blocking doors with large busts of famous movie actors around the house. What was his deal?
...Guitar? Why would I equip my guitar as a weapon. I am quite positive that there had never been a guitar in my STRIFE SPECIBUS, nor will there ever be.
Josh was on, now to begin the game... once everyone else was ready. He decided to pester Connor.
--SolarFan[SF] began pestering casioBackpack[CB]--
SF: Hey! Are you on? Did you know I'm apparently the only one in our circle of friends who has in their hands a copy of Sburb?
SF: Because I don't think you have it nor does Mark.
SF: Where is he anyway?
SF: He's getting the mail from his dad or something right?
SF: That shouldn't be too hard right?
SF: Are you listening?
SF: Did you know I can type 100 WPM (Words per Minute).
SF: Anyway where are you!?
SF: Heellllloooooo?
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Let's all get along... or something optimistic like that.
Name:
Icon ( a little symbol on your shirt):
Chumhandle (Chat screen name): Title ( Heroic profession of element):
Intrests: Sub-element: (something most of your enemies will drop)
Guardian: (The creature that takes care of you, most likely a human, nothing monstrous)
Gender: Sylladex: Strife Specibus:
((There are like three hundred other ways and programs and I'm sure you have one. GOOGLE))
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Would you like some tea Mr. Popper? Josh was now playing with his stuffed penguins in the most un-manly fashion possible... a tea party. How about you Mr. Mumbles? Anyone care for a bagle? This was all so pathetic that I can't even continue typing it.
Joshua's grandpa was busy playing Solitare on the house computer. More specifically he was losing at Solitare, and as usual he wouldn't stop playing untill he either won or had one of his infinite bowel movements. Lucky for Josh, unlucky for the toilet, he had just eaten three branmuffins. Then a miracle happened... and by that I mean a 87 year old man was moving as fast as a Olympic athleit to the toilet.
Let's all get along... or something optimistic like that.
At the moment the trolls have 3 females and 0 males...
Is interspecies breeding possible?))
[Trolls reproduce via buckets and genes through a queen grub... males and females of the human species... *ahem**blushes* they... do things differently...]
Let's all get along... or something optimistic like that.
*blushes*))
((i'm 99% certain that my version of trollian cannot do so (yet) So I cant))
Name: Deravan
Zodiac Symbol: Leo
Blood color: (Black, grey, white and candy red are not allowed.) : Green
Trollhandle: (Chat screen name, text color is the same as your blood): mightSilence
Intrests: (Should tie in with you zodiac sign): Deravan like to watch the sky at night, liking the silence of it. He like PAINTING the view with the blood of the creature he usually hunts in the EXTREME ROLEPLAY, that he usually plays, thought he prefers the type of roleplay that as a story in it (like Jair, cant think of anything else, sorry), not liking those that are just senseless killing. He also like working on mechanics, thought his machines are rather simple usually.
Lusus: Giant Salamander. Usually stays under his house, in a calm humid place.
Title: Consoler of space
Gender: Male
Sylladex: Pictionary
Strife Specibus: Glovekind (gonna make him a bit monk lol)
(Anyway, I am trying this, if you want me to add something, then ok.)
Accepted.
Josh was... oh god he's dancing like a penguin again. There isn't much we can do... oh, he stopped. It must have been the sound of the bathroom door slamming shut. Now was his chance! He could use the computer for about 20 hours now. He walked like a penguin downstairs and to the computer.
Let's all get along... or something optimistic like that.
Today is your wriggling day, you are now 6 sweeps old (Thirteen in human years). It was the day that he been waiting for, the day he would finaly get a name. The name that was given to him was Deravan. He waked up in his room, full of paintings of the stars and sea, having a alright appreciation of what life has shown you.
Deravan walked near one of his creation. The view was a clear night sky with a small comet passing threw, rather simple. He looked in his drawer and took his battle gloves. They were a bit torn from overusage. He should work on them soon. He then walked to his computer, and open Trollian.
CA: FInalli! I thought you would SSLip forever!
CA: HOw goes it, DErevan!
CA: HEard of ani SSuper larps around?
MS:*** Sorry, tryd to, but dosent seem to have any luck***
He was sitting back, working on a small mechanism to add to his glove, maybe to make it stronger
Alright, that's enough being a useless ****. I've got a job to do, a mission. I was going to right up to Bro, get my game back, and **** he blocked my door again. This was just part of his "ironic" sense of humor. Well, whatever was blocking the door was going to have to go now. I break the door down with my HOCKEYSTICK, breaking the BEN STILLER BUST into pieces. Bro always had an unhealthy obsession with blocking doors with large busts of famous movie actors around the house. What was his deal?
...Guitar? Why would I equip my guitar as a weapon. I am quite positive that there had never been a guitar in my STRIFE SPECIBUS, nor will there ever be.
(Innocuous doubles ahoy!)
--SolarFan[SF] began pestering casioBackpack[CB]--
SF: Hey! Are you on? Did you know I'm apparently the only one in our circle of friends who has in their hands a copy of Sburb?
SF: Because I don't think you have it nor does Mark.
SF: Where is he anyway?
SF: He's getting the mail from his dad or something right?
SF: That shouldn't be too hard right?
SF: Are you listening?
SF: Did you know I can type 100 WPM (Words per Minute).
SF: Anyway where are you!?
SF: Heellllloooooo?
Let's all get along... or something optimistic like that.
How do I need to help you ?
Name:
Icon ( a little symbol on your shirt):
Chumhandle (Chat screen name):
Title ( Heroic profession of element):
Intrests:
Sub-element: (something most of your enemies will drop)
Guardian: (The creature that takes care of you, most likely a human, nothing monstrous)
Gender:
Sylladex:
Strife Specibus: