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[Xantalos]

Rargh this is turning out to be longer than I thought. Edit up; if you want you can guess what the hell I'm doing until I finish editing.

FFFFFFFFFFFPROGRESSLOSTGODDAMMIT
*rage*
IT WAS SO GOOD TOO

[10ebbor10]

Working on it.

[10ebbor10]

Look, I actually posted. Next time we're going for a decent post.

[Xantalos]

*sob*
And now ebbor finished before me.
Time to edit again, I suppose...

[Fniff]

How's everyone going?

[Xantalos]

How's everyone going?

Ssssccccchhhhoooooooolllllll
Almost done but school.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

How's everyone going?

I'm procastinating. But I think I'm nearly done. Hopefully.

[Digital Hellhound]

Can you threaten me a bit or something? Blackmail? Control us by fear.

Or maybe I'll just get off my lazy ass.

[Fniff]

Get on writing a post, or I'll reveal that this entire game was actually a dream. By Jules. Who is still an immortal god, making the entire exercise fail to bring it down to the earth.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

I'm shielded by my convenient shipping and your body, Fniff, I'll be fine.

[Fniff]

There can't be shipping with one person! Unless you factor in split personalities, but Jules doesn't go for that flavor of insanity because it's rather inefficient.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

I gather shipping in other roleplays.

And if that fails I'll use your corpse to shield me.

[ragnarok97071]

Get on writing a post, or I'll reveal that this entire game was actually a dream. By Jules. Who is still an immortal god, making the entire exercise fail to bring it down to the earth.

Nuuuuuu :<

Soooooo cloooooooseeeeeee...

[Digital Hellhound]

Uhh, uhh, I promise to focus my awesome intellect on this for the weekend. It is a battle of wills, but I shall fight procrastination on the beaches, lack of ideas on the landing grounds, schoolwork in the fields and in the streets, social life on the hills, I shall never surrender.

Hmm... speeches. I visualize Jack, lit by makeshift fires, giving a speech to an army of the people in the night. Anarchy in the streets, chaos gripping the city. Vimes standing over a burning city as the last semblance of order disappears like ashes on the wind. The morning will be a red one.

...I'll mark that down as an eventual goal, anyway.

[Fniff]

Not saying anything, Digital, but that really ties into my plans.

:3

To get you motivated, I showed this game to my mother and she said she really liked the way you write. So, you have at least one fan.