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[TheSaberTooth]

I guess yours if you want it. I mean, you've already downloaded it.

I'd do it, except I've never done a succession fort before. .____.

[Lolfail0009]

If Saber doesn't want to play, and noone else objects, I'll try and take a turn starting tomorrow (major workload to get through today '^^)

[TheSaberTooth]

Ehhh, you know what? Fuck it, i'll take a swing at the fort. But don't expect great quality, since this is my first succession fort. I'll do an update tomarrow. Sorry Lolfail, if you were itching to play. ._."

[Lolfail0009]

If by "itching to play" you meant "praying to Phenax that I can make my mind get through it" then yes I was.

[CaptainMcClellan]

At some point I want to play again to finish working on Steve.

[TheSaberTooth]

If by "itching to play" you meant "praying to Phenax that I can make my mind get through it" then yes I was.

Win/win I guess. And here is a little back story to start off my turn for shits and giggles:

Journal of Saber Idarban, Saborian:
I remember the abyss. The cold dark abyss nearly everyone at Murdermachines escaped from. I remember seeing all the lost souls drifting aimlessly.
 
I remember being one of them.

Back when I was alive, I was a fierce warrior of the proud Saborian race that inhabited the world of Kar Nalish. Me and my pack, it was our duty to hunt great beasts that threatened the tribe. I've fought many terrible things, Dragons, Hydras, a couple of Feral Demons. I sacrificed my life to end one of those demons.

But now I look upon a beast that puts all the others to shame. A beast that even those in the abyss spoke about in hushed whispers, as if they were afraid it would attack if you spoke its name to loudly.

They called the beast, The Voidgod. And they called its lair, Murdermachines.

When I first heard of this "Voidgod", I dismissed him as some fairy tale. But the damned souls in the abyss could not shut up about this legendary warrior. Finally, my Saborian blood got the better of me, and I charged off to test this Voidgod for myself, to see who was the better warrior.

After some wandering around, I found a vortex in the abyss. A beacon to the blood-soaked lands of Murdermachines. I plunged straight in, hoping to find suitable host. Just as I found one, I heard him. I heard the Voidgod's laughter, and suddenly I was ripped away from the host I chose and into another. I still remember the scream of the previous occupant of the body as I merged into it.

When I opened my eyes, my new living eyes, I saw the Voidgod staring at me with a smug look on his face. As I tried to approach him, I fell over my own short legs. Thats when I realized what the Voidgod had done.

First, I was a Dwarf. Secound, I was holding a BABY. Third, I was a WOMAN! Of all things, a WOMAN! The Voidgod then pulled me to my feet, and said:

"Welcome to Murdermachines."

[CaptainMcClellan]

"Welcome to Murdermachines."

Tres bien! Has anyone heard from... him, lately? He seems to be suspiciously quiet. Heck, for that matter what happened to ChaosMaker? The great beacon of insanity that was going to return MurderMachines to its proper state of Terryhood? Oh well, I don't mind stepping back and keeping silent while we focus on the Voidlaird for a moment.

[Lolfail0009]

Has anyone heard from... him, lately?

...Now that you mention it, where the hell IS he? I mean, I'm not complaining...

[Grombardrim]

He tends to take a break every now and then.  I like to imagine that he's getting smashed out of his mind on the blood of the stillborn, while plotting more ways to destroy our minds and succession fort.

[CaptainMcClellan]

Hmmm... Well then. I guess ChaosMaker's just taking Chaosexams.

[Terry, Twisted Darkness]

Don't worry about me not being here.

You may, however, worry about what I'll do to you now that I've been woken up. Again.

[Grombardrim]

Shoo, we weren't talking about you.  We were wondering where Anima's gone.

[Lolfail0009]

Shoo, we weren't talking about you.  We were wondering where Anima's gone.

Did you just sass Terry?

Bravo.

[CaptainMcClellan]

Don't worry about me not being here.

You may, however, worry about what I'll do to you now that I've been woken up. Again.

I forgot the old adage... "Speak of the devil, and the devil appears."

I really must insist that you don't interfere. There is sufficient chaos for you to feed off of as is, far too much. Blame that on me having other matters to attend to, I suppose. At any rate, remember that if this fortress goes down you will no longer have an source of amusement.

[CaptainMcClellan]

Shoo, we weren't talking about you.  We were wondering where Anima's gone.

Also a valid question.