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Oh look. What's this? A chance? Name: Christopher "Butternut" Buttnutman "Squapsh" Age: 19 Nationality: American Personality: Somewhat maladjusted, muttering east coast suburbanite who speaks in an affected English dialect. Often a bit of a space cadet, he does like to focus on what...

3/7/1076 The Tides The sea breeze was a familiar whisper. Despite circumstance and company, it always spoke in long, drawn sighs. The five sat on the beach for the longest time. They only listened as they watched the idle water's surface glint under the sun. It was early afternoon now, yet it...

3/7/1076 Down With His Crew The seasoned pirates waited for the Drilbur to go in the front; he seemed to command great influence upon them. He was, in fact, the First Mate, a vital part of Charles's crew and a veteran of many battles at the side of his captain, back when they were both...

http://i.imgur.com/VWc8qQs.png?1 ROUTE 30-31 After briskly walking for what felt like hours on end in bitter cold, a shivering and teeth-gnashing Elm suddenly stopped in the middle of the track. He looked over his shoulder. Tyson was lagging behind, staring into what would have been direct...

https://i.imgur.com/nkKFv9R.pngOh, a club scene, eh? A duel? I eye the lithe man in front of me, dancing away the night as if he were originally an Adobe Flash-animated Skype emoji. Simply put, his moves are wack, but I know better than to cut someone down if I'm barely any better. "Alright...

https://i.imgur.com/nkKFv9R.pngGolly, being smacked in the face by a safe almost felt spiteful. Almost. And then, I'm handed another smack, but this time, somewhat moist and sizzling. I don't really have a quip for this sudden scenario, but I do have an convenient excuse: an increase of heat...

I don't remember how I ended up here. I'm surrounded by dirt. I must've hopped off on another existential crisis camping trip. I really miss the family. I ought to cut this trip short. Which way's out of here, now? Ah, eugh, what's that stench...? What—knickers. What, are these mine? They...

Well, this is some shit. I'm just a normal man, save my office supplies and cutlery. I can't even register what's happening: the ground is collapsing around me, but am I even standing on ground? Are these little squirming, wriggling villi under my leather loafers? Why this incredibly suspicious...

3/7/1076 Straits and Inebriates A Breloom crashed into a rotted wooden table, spraying splinters as he broke it clear down the center. Letting out a terrible groan over the din, he tried to stand himself back up, but writhed in pain. When he managed to focus his eyes, he called out to a...

I will participate.

http://i.imgur.com/VWc8qQs.png?1 CHERRYGROVE VILLAGE @ Village Square - Robed Man's House With Tyson behind him, Elm faced Toya in the doorway as the men exchanged bows. The Apricorn craftsman then laid a hand on Elm's shoulder and spoke. "You'll be safe out there, won't you, Professor? I...

CHERRYGROVE VILLAGE @ Village Square The middle-aged man in a thick wool robe snapped his head up, as something touched his shoulder and he was unexpectedly addressed. He crawled back from the narrow space beneath his small patio to see he was surrounded by strangers. Pushing himself off of all...

http://i.imgur.com/VWc8qQs.png?1 CHERRYGROVE VILLAGE @ Village Square As his face patched redder in his outrage, blood seemed to gush out from between his fingers. "Dalton Crap?uh, Cappuccino, pretend about doctor, oooh!" he roared. Then his trembling, pointing finger aimed at the boy in blue...

http://i.imgur.com/VWc8qQs.png?1 CHERRYGROVE VILLAGE @ Village Square A gnarled, trembling hand broke forth from beneath the mound of a body or two. It pitched its nails into the frost-covered earth before raking back. Another hand followed, and before long, the head of a man crowned from...

! GM UPDATE: INCOMING EVENT [CSS-DIV=width: 800px; height: 500px; background-color: #404954; border-radius: 10px] CHERRYGROVE VILLAGE Upon arriving in temperate Cherrygrove Village, a sense of peace breezes through the idle community, as the wind whistles through loose shingles and...