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Posted in Ribbons of Rebirth! Posted 5 years ago

Posted in Ask The NPC Anything! Posted 5 years ago

@Saeyra: Psht, not the school for clowns that's for sure.

Posted in Ask The NPC Anything! Posted 5 years ago

@Saeyra: What did subject did you get a PHD in?

It was all clearly a cakewalk so I could have paper proof of how cool I am. Heh, nah that's lame. I can't be handling body modifications without learning how to the right way, no? Would get my place shut down in a heartbeat, that would be boring. It was a PHD in Essence Transmutation. Sounds fancy, but it's basically injecting your cellular structure with magic and other stuff to make ya look different. Nothin' special.

@Priestess of Pie: Do you have any mods you regret?

Nah, not really. Eh, even if I did I could just switch it 'round anyways, that's the beauty of it.

Posted in Ribbons of Rebirth! Posted 5 years ago

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to be threaded by Vyc and hung up on the largest tree in all of Voltra!

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Posted in Carol of the Bells! (FAQ & Lore) Posted 5 years ago

Day 10: Vyc rubs his hands together to warm them up while raising a skeptical brow at Vreg who just ran away up a hill
promising to come back. Vyc shrugs his shoulders and let's his verse naturally flow.
On the tenth night of solstice, Panthalassa gave to thee:
Chords for singing!
Vyc couldn't help but laugh at himself for the effort he put into his verse but becomes quickly distracted by a thud
and crunching sounds behind him. He and the others turn to see Vreg... stumbling down a hill, rolling something large?

(Typed entry found left open on 15-year old Micah’s laptop.)

Year 15
Entry 59/? of this journal experiment

Somehow my dads managed to rope me into caroling with my Oakfield Scouts troop. As if forcing me to join the choir wasn’t enough, they’re taking full advantage of my “good” singing voice and making me carol through the SNOW AND COLD to sing for strangers.

I tried my best to get out of this… thing. But I can’t stand to see Dad sooo disappointed while Dad glares at me over his shoulder. So here I am, thirty minutes from what will be the worst two hours of my life.

Against my better judgment, the ensemble has picked four annoying pop covers and the same ten boring traditional seasonal songs. The ones I hear about twenty times each shift at work. So I know the words, yes, but do I want to know them?

Pause.

I think my Dad just attempted to invite himself to this thing? Oh no. Oh no nononono. NO. He hit me with those puppy eyes, but I put my foot down.

Pause to change into insulated clothes because it’s COLD.

I am bundled up against my will, about to head out into freezing weather to falsify merriment to complete strangers.

- Micah

P.S. Okay, so it ended up being somewhat kinda fun. Whatever. It was still lame.

Lame things can be cool, sometimes.

Posted in Encore: Until We Meet Again Posted 5 years ago

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