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[Askot Bokbondeler]

at the pace this thing is moving, the length is absolutely not an issue, and frankly, that was a fantastic read, allow me to praise your writing skills. thanks for joining us and welcome to the game

i'll write something up soon, right now i'm somewhat busy

[Yoink]

Lol, glad you liked it. Was a bit rambly though, but at least I only made a couple of typoes despite my sleep-deprived state.
Bumping this to get it on the front page so people will join... Maybe it does need a catchy title.

[Askot Bokbondeler]

   Askot began his journey through the desert with only a little water as provisions, and by the fifth day he was already heavily dehydrated, but thirst itself was a far less fearsome foe that the creatures roamed the oases. That night he stumbled across a Bajalak hunting party that had camped for the night. Two sentries patrolled the camp, but Askot managed to sneak to where the hunting dogs were being kept. These dogs were used to the Bajalak and didn't raise the alarm when they saw Askot, so he managed to steal one and set off again, he needed to be far from the camp by morning, when the hunters noticed a dog was missing they'd pursue him. Death was the punishment for all crimes in Bajalak culture.
   Askot traveled north untill he could walk no longer, then he slew the dog and drank his blood. He then cut open the dog and read the prophecies in his guts: he saw a good omen, and that gave him hope to continue. He ate a raw cut of the dog's meat and wrapped the rest in a cloth and burried it in the sand so it wouldn't spoil in the heat, then marked the spot where he burried it with a glyph representing a dog, and set his knife in the ground, hopefully the pursuers would take the knife as payment for slaying the dog and let him go. he set off north again, exhausted and weak from dehydration, but with his hope revived and his thirst quenched. By noon the sands gave place to dry and thorny grasses, and by late afternoon, Askot reached a murky stream...
  Askot drank until his stomach ached and collapsed  on the ground.

[Askot Bokbondeler]

original post updated with a couple of rules, and came up with a title for the game. if you guys have a better one speak up

[Askot Bokbondeler]

bump cuz we're looking for players

[Yoink]

C'mon people! Just type some madness and press submit.