Write your own legend - A chamber of tears alternative.

[NejStark]

I couldnt help but notice how much people write here on the forums, and how little affect it has on anything. So here I present to you an alternative.


Instead of writing 100 words about how your shield is broken now, 2h is superior, 'you've broken the game lol', and generally just wasting your fingers - why not add a line to a tale that has yet to be written, making it our own. It can be about anything.

I will start us off.

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The ice cracked under every footstep, the snow blown away by the wind.


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[NejStark]

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The ice cracked under every footstep, the snow blown away by the wind. There were cities to conquer, and ships to sink. The wind blew up the skirt of our main character, Kasukei-chan, revealing her pink cat-face pantsu, also her very hairy legs.

She didn't dare to lift her head up to take a look at her old village. Afraid of what she might see down in the valley where she was born and raised before she went out to make her fortune. She stopped and crowed her neck, Moving her frostbitten lips to the bong she always kept at her side. After struggling to light the green contents of the bowl in the fierce winds, she accidentally coughed into the bong and bong water came out of the stem and spilled on her newly repaired red hose with kneecops. The foul smell stained the kneecops with the fragrance of stale burnt anus.

[the real god emperor]

Something like;

"There were cities to conquer, and ships to sink."

q: are you planning it to be like a poem or a story?

[Vibe]

The ice cracked under every footstep, the snow blown away by the wind.

The wind blew up the skirt of our main character, Kasukei-chan, revealing her pink cat-face pantsu.

[Rhygar666]

The wind blew up the skirt of our main character, Kasukei-chan, revealing her pink cat-face pantsu.

showing also her very hairy legs..

[Molly]

The ice cracked under every footstep, the snow blown away by the wind.

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He didn't dare to lift his head up to take a look at his old village. Afraid of what he might see down in the valley where he was born and raised before he went out to make his fortune.This was what I actually wanted to post but... well, the community happened

This is why we can't have nice things...

[Sir_Hans]

She stopped and crowed her neck, Moving her frostbitten lips to the bong she always kept at her side. After struggling to light the green contents of the bowl in the fierce winds, she accidentally coughed into the bong and bong water came out of the stem and spilled on her newly repaired red hose with kneecops. The foul smell stained the kneecops with the fragrance of stale burnt anus.

[NejStark]

Updated second post with the story so far.