robajack1 said:
*eats a slice of your pie*
Hey!you ate my square pie without permission! D:<
*eats a slice of your pie*
Seeing the pie eaten, Savien shakes his head.
"Well. There goes that route."
He notices a few eggs in the chickenyard and eyes them hungrily. But that would be theft! He takes a moment to debate this. On one hand, stealing from the people he's paid to guard is a clusterfuck of ethical quandaries. On the other hand, they don't pay him enough to feed himself on a daily basis. Yup, he'll risk it. He sneaks into the back, trying not to be seen by the pie lady.
"Well. There goes that route."
He notices a few eggs in the chickenyard and eyes them hungrily. But that would be theft! He takes a moment to debate this. On one hand, stealing from the people he's paid to guard is a clusterfuck of ethical quandaries. On the other hand, they don't pay him enough to feed himself on a daily basis. Yup, he'll risk it. He sneaks into the back, trying not to be seen by the pie lady.
PrincessBLARITY said:
D:> I'm sorry it wont happen again.*some one gets shotout side*damn it they got blood on the windowrobajack1 said:
*eats a slice of your pie*
Hey!you ate my square pie without permission! D:<*eats a slice of your pie*
Savien pins himself against the side of the house, panting heavily and holding his bow. Who the hell keeps a creeper to guard their hens?
Gradually, he walks under the window, avoiding the burnt mess that was formerly a killer shrub.
Gradually, he walks under the window, avoiding the burnt mess that was formerly a killer shrub.
*two groups of people start shooting at each other with bows*
You damn right it wont >3>
Savien ducks a volley of arrows from the neighbouring houses. Apparently they're fighting over a diamond or something. He wishes he had diamonds, then he could buy all the food he wanted. When the fusillade abates, he sneaks past the window, only to clang his helmet on the sill. Uh oh.
*my body gaurds show up and shoot the remaining members of each group*Yo about time nigga what was the hold up? Sicko:what was the hold up? niga you lucky i showed up at all with these punk ass motha fuckers killing eachother. Bob:yeah thats right my niga.
robajack1 said:
*my body gaurds show up and shoot the remaining members of each group*Yo about time nigga what was the hold up? Sicko:what was the hold up? niga you lucky i showed up at all with these punk ass motha fuckers killing eachother. Bob:yeah thats right my niga.
*my body gaurds show up and shoot the remaining members of each group*Yo about time nigga what was the hold up? Sicko:what was the hold up? niga you lucky i showed up at all with these punk ass motha fuckers killing eachother. Bob:yeah thats right my niga.
(I do not know how to respond to that, but it amuses me intensely.)
Shit you guys killed a headhunter. Sicko:I don't give a fuck Bob:yo let's just go so you can get the money for our pay checks. Robajack:fine but be on the look out.*walks three blocks down to cutstreet to sell sugar and potions*
robajack1 said:
*my body gaurds show up and shoot the remaining members of each group*Yo about time nigga what was the hold up? Sicko:what was the hold up? niga you lucky i showed up at all with these punk ass motha fuckers killing eachother. Bob:yeah thats right my niga.
*my body gaurds show up and shoot the remaining members of each group*Yo about time nigga what was the hold up? Sicko:what was the hold up? niga you lucky i showed up at all with these punk ass motha fuckers killing eachother. Bob:yeah thats right my niga.
(Do me a favor and get your jackshit talking out of here.
Goodness gracious! This site must be full of underage members...)
And dont say the "N" word please!Some of us are "N" words around here...>.>
(It's like some sort of cubic San Andreas...)
Savien stumbles back to his feet rubbing his head. Thank Pelor for helmets. He may be needing it a little longer yet, given the loud crash. Staring wall-eyed at Lady Blarity, he stammers out something between an excuse, an apology, and a plea for food. He tries very hard not to look at her chest. Try, being the key word.
Savien stumbles back to his feet rubbing his head. Thank Pelor for helmets. He may be needing it a little longer yet, given the loud crash. Staring wall-eyed at Lady Blarity, he stammers out something between an excuse, an apology, and a plea for food. He tries very hard not to look at her chest. Try, being the key word.
HammersandTongs said:
(It's like some sort of cubic San Andreas...)
Savien stumbles back to his feet rubbing his head. Thank Pelor for helmets. He may be needing it a little longer yet, given the loud crash. Staring wall-eyed at Lady Blarity, he stammers out something between an excuse, an apology, and a plea for food. He tries very hard not to look at her chest. Try, being the key word.
*I run over to the injured man and offer him a slice of my pie*here you go its lemon merangue*I said with my perfect giant mounds that runth over my bra*
(It's like some sort of cubic San Andreas...)
Savien stumbles back to his feet rubbing his head. Thank Pelor for helmets. He may be needing it a little longer yet, given the loud crash. Staring wall-eyed at Lady Blarity, he stammers out something between an excuse, an apology, and a plea for food. He tries very hard not to look at her chest. Try, being the key word.
"T-thanks. I haven't eaten for two days."
Savien smiles weakly. This has gone far better than expected.
"But surely I should pay? I don't feel right taking something freely. Let me work, at the least. I insist."
He stumbles a bit and adjusts his helm. Clad in armour, he's about as graceful as a buffalo on PCP.
Savien smiles weakly. This has gone far better than expected.
"But surely I should pay? I don't feel right taking something freely. Let me work, at the least. I insist."
He stumbles a bit and adjusts his helm. Clad in armour, he's about as graceful as a buffalo on PCP.