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Jun 8, 2017 22:11:50 GMT -5
Post by seneca on Jun 8, 2017 22:11:50 GMT -5
[attr="class","bang"] [attr="class","bangimg"] [attr="class","bangtext"]Anya yawned loudly as she trudged herself back through the field of chests. There were so many left unopened and yet, she couldn't bring herself to suffer anymore. One after the other for how long? She had been there for far too long and frankly, it had been a waste of her time.
She was convinced that there was no treasure to be found only junk. The chests of various sizes sat in her path, taunting her for one last chance. One last chance to prove that she would come out with something.
The Slayer scratched at her cheek, kicking over the ones that were in her way and stomping on some for a change. All of them turned into pixels and nothing more leaving her with disappointment. The woman huffed, looking towards the lights that lit up Under City in a faint yellow glow, calling her back. Yeah, she was fucking tired. At this point, she could care less about the rumors and frankly, thought them to be jokes if anything. Anya walked sluggishly in the direction of the city, her head hanging down.
It was a damn shame.
"Oh fuck!" Anya yelled out, feeling her body hit the soft ground after clumsily tripping over what she could only assume to be another chest. Growling, she sat up immediately to take the box into her own hands. It was one last try. [attr="class","skills"]||IqX2Bi [attr="class","bangtag"]weh♦ @numbers
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Jun 8, 2017 22:12:16 GMT -5
Post by jorumun on Jun 8, 2017 22:12:16 GMT -5
 We all die some day! [attr="class","firstfriend"] No Blood No Bone No Ash. his couldn’t be the end of the line!! Nothing was in this crate but he had a feeling there were more options to come! Leaving the secluded room through the slim alley way he remained quite upon approach. Daring to peek his head out left and right he found the cost was completely clear. Such luck could have been used on the chest yeah know? Why have it only work in avoiding the clearly angry man who might still be looking for him. “Oh well just dance it’ll be ok!” Despite saying that line the man himself was not convinced. He would be seriously bummed out if he did not find a treasure today. Running through the alley ways again he found a small ladder leading to a roof top. Rubbing his chin he thought about the likely hood of a chest appearing on a building. It seemed pretty high in his option seen as most people neglected to even go onto roof tops most times. Taking note of this possibility the lad climbed himself up onto the roof top. Rolling over the edge he took a few moments to catch his breath. Taking a moment to observe his surroundings, Mars spied a lone chair with what looked like a trunk at its side. No way that was no trunk! A treasure chest really was up here, god damn this boy had some luck after all.. Maybe.. Ml1TY2si  | | ✉ | stick your notes in here, but keep it short. use this to tag if you have more than one person to tag. |
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Jun 8, 2017 22:13:50 GMT -5
Post by MEATPIE on Jun 8, 2017 22:13:50 GMT -5
 tZULGPva Click clack, click clack. Her steps were assured, despite the fact that the woman was actually lost. Her long strands of purple swayed as her head swayed from side to side as she walked. There was something about her that seemed relaxed - unconcerned with what was going on. Most might feel some hesitation to the location. But Meatpie did not - rather, she was honestly lost. And she wasn't that knowledgeable about tropes and gaming things. So to her, this place was just another place within the game. And that right there, was enough to make her feel relaxed. But her brows curved into a frown, as she thought about what this game had turned out to be. A death game, something of pain and misery for some. Her mind immediately shoved such thoughts away, as they were unbecoming. She couldn't get herself all down you see. She had to keep her cheerful veneer, if only to comfort the children that were trapped in this world. A sigh left her lips, as she wishes she could just go hug one of them now. It didn't matter who, but just anyone would do honestly. But there was nobody here, even as she turned her head around, observing the area. Lonely, dark, and out of the way. Most might feel afraid, and yet something rumbled in Meatpie. A hunger of some sort. During her observations, she noticed something. An innocuous object, just sitting there. If this place were predisposed to dust, well she was sure she'd find some. ''A treasure chest?'' she mumbled to herself. A grin touched her lips, as she veritably skipped towards the thing, her eyes showing a childish delight. ''Reminds me of the toy coffer I had as a child!'' she exclaims, even as her fingers run on the wood. It felt so real. And Meatpie knew then, that she couldn't stop herself, her grin spreading even more. She opened it, holding her breath in anticipation. MADE BY ★MEULK
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Jun 8, 2017 22:17:48 GMT -5
Post by mustang on Jun 8, 2017 22:17:48 GMT -5
[attr="class","otl2"] [attr="class","otlimg2"] [attr="class","otllyrics2"]The night asks how I’m doing Then the red camellia that resembles you gets jealous Your sweet lips dazzle and shine Causing waves to rise in my sleeping heart Even unripe peaches taste sweet Under the scattering flower petals Following the tip of your silk clothes Holding you close I know the sound of your breath You’re blowing over to me In this dream-like imagination My day and night are all you Even my swaying heart Your thick scent bewitches me Paint it on a little thicker This night is deeply spreading Your sweet lips they dazzle and shine [attr="class","otllyric2"] I want to fall into this dream [attr="class","otlbody2"]The various creaking and old rotted wood that the house was made with gave Mustang a light chill. He didn't enjoy the enter aspect of the underworld. At this point he could have used a vacation to some place not as dark. His mind already missing the peaceful Japanese aesthetic of the section called Kuniumi. His idea of a good time was not this place, nor was the darkroot area where the brush and forest nearly swallowed him whole. All of this damn work for one sight of a treasure chest. Perhaps showing it’s best for Mustang to never try to gamble. As he might end up gambling away all of his money in some sort of roulette.
Still he would give the manor a nice throughout look, just a sign of something. If anything that might have resembled a chest. Shoveling through various bookshelves around the living quarters of the place, his mind now frantically desperate to find something of value. Upon his search he stumbled into the kitchen of the manor. The only thing of note was the various ornate kitchenware as well as a fair sized rodent that squeaked out. Giving the defender a fair startle at the sign of movement. It was at this point he had enough of his large patience wear thin. Leaving the manor in haste.
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Jun 8, 2017 22:24:39 GMT -5
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Jun 8, 2017 22:23:55 GMT -5
Post by toast on Jun 8, 2017 22:23:55 GMT -5
[attr="class","bw-border"] [attr="class","bw-bg"] [attr="class","bw-title"]winners! [attr="class","bw-desc"]congratulations to kingrex for winning the first place prize, crushing fangs, caritas for winning the second place prize, bonemold plate, and seneca for winning the third place prize, skeletal beast! post in the notify us thread to claim your prize!
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