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Noodles (Nibbles): One of my top dawgs. A godly c-rpg player and a chill ass muhfucka'. He's supposed to be adopting me once he gets married. One day I'll get him to order me a pizza… One day.
After the duet Lady Maedae and Ser Tom Cruise so eloquently performed, Noddles stood astound. Glaring into the eyes of the lady, he clasped his hands around hers and pulled her to the safety of his tent for the real battle to begin. (click to show/hide)No need to sign up... this is personal.Remnant_Noodles - 1 VS. Remnant_Maeday - 1Pillow Fight? - Wed. 22:00
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like a statue of a hero of old, standing on the hill, one hand shielding his eyes against the sinking sun, the other firmly planted inside the front of his breeches, gently moving back and forth. He grunted his approval to what he saw and must have felt at this defining moment in history.Back in the tent, Elindor, Archon of the Holy Guard, the Remnants oldest allies, traced his finger across the map he had drawn of the castle and surrounding areas. The landscape, with its two adjacent great hills and two smaller hills on top and centered on each of the larger hills vaguely resembled a woman's breasts. To the south of the hills, past a small lake, a river bent sharply around a brush of smaller trees, forming an upside down V. It was into this reversed V that Elindor was stabbing furiously with his finger, all the while addressing Remnant Dexxtaa with his strategy proposal: "Sire, battalion D should be pushing hard into this natural V! From within the cover of these bushes we will be able to mount a surprise attack upon the rear of the enemy fortifications!". Dexxtaa seemed to flush in anticipationWith a suspicious look on his face he addressed Miracle: "Does this thing even lift?" Miracle, always confident of his engineering skills that he had mastered and honed to perfection during a 30 minute training session, replied: "What the fuck do I know? It depends what we load the catapult with!"dynamike and his ingenious plans that the lake - after multiple tries - proved far too shallow for diving and the fishing lines to short to reach the surface. At least the siege tower built in the middle of the Remnant camp's latrine dugouts was useful to avoid the smell when defecating from its top. Only the falling feces caused some havoc among passer by's.