Apr 20, 2017 7:18:05 GMT -5
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Apr 18, 2017 20:41:32 GMT -5
Post by dikSlaughter on Apr 18, 2017 20:41:32 GMT -5
[attr="class","teal"] Vivian, or DIKSLAUGHTER as she was known to NPCs and other players, held little to no interest in agriculture or the famers handling them. She'd never understood the appeal of these isolated stretches of land, be it virtual reality or the world outside. The fresh air she could appreciate to an extent but... The shark girl grimaced at the blatant lack of water. It was far from a desert, but the most she could find nearby were an assortment of streams, ponds, and a smallish lake. This was all fresh water, mind you, and she was the embodiment of a saltwater fish. There was nary an octopus or swordfish in sight. Only frogs, minnows and other trash fish and water dwellers. She'd jabbed at a few of them for sport, but where was the fun in shooting fish in a barrel? Disgruntled and more than eager to give troublemakers fresh hell, the girl plopped her ass down onto a bale of hay. She lacked any useful skills outside of tracking and stealth, and thus needed to wait for someone to stop by and accompany her. "Tch."✏: quest@: unicorn [attr="class","Roadhead"][googlefont="Iceland:400"]- J [newclass=.teal]padding-top:10px;padding-left:10px;padding-right:10px;padding-bottom:10px;background-color:#f1f0ef;font-size:11px;color:#2b2b2b;font-family:calibri;text-align:justify;[/newclass] [newclass=.teal b]color:#169199;[/newclass] [newclass=.Roadhead]font-family:'Iceland';font-style:normal;font-size:18px;font-weight:400;color:#1da074;text-align:center;-webkit-transition: all .5s linear;-moz-transition: all .5s linear;-ms-transition: all .5s linear;-o-transition: all .5s linear;transition: all .5s linear;[/newclass] [newclass=.Roadhead:hover]color: #bc4c72;-webkit-transition: all .5s linear;-moz-transition: all .5s linear;-ms-transition: all .5s linear;-o-transition: all .5s linear;transition: all .5s linear;[/newclass]
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Apr 18, 2017 22:30:28 GMT -5
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Apr 18, 2017 22:29:55 GMT -5
Post by unicorn on Apr 18, 2017 22:29:55 GMT -5
If anyone was planning on relaxing, that wasn’t going to happen. Unicorn had found her way into the henhouse and had made the terribly mistake of trying to pull on the tall of the residing rooster. See, the rooster was colored like a phoenix and Unicorn just HAD to have one of his majestic feathers. She didn’t even think twice about creeping up behind the poor bird and attempting to yank one of its tail feathers straight out of his rump. The rooster obviously noticed and made the loudest crowing noise Unicorn had ever heard. She knew they were loud, but not this loud! The commotion caused by the rooster only resulting in a chain reaction. Now, the hens were in on it too, calling out to alert anyone who wasn’t hard of hearing about the trespasser in the coop. As the hens and rooster fled out the coop’s front door, Unicorn was knocked out alongside them in the suddenly stampede. She rolled onto the ground beside the coop, feather clutched in her hand. dikSlaughter
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Apr 20, 2017 7:32:45 GMT -5
Post by dikSlaughter on Apr 20, 2017 7:32:45 GMT -5
[attr="class","teal"] See, when Vivian first got the quest, she was under the assumption that she would be fending off NPCs and monsters. She was not prepared to deal with actual players. Like, what the hell -- was there an opposing quest she was missing out on?! Now she was upset on both accounts; missing out on the fun and being stuck on babysitting detail. Spear in hand, the girl strode across the farm, towards the henhouse where all the ruckus was going on. She knew it wasn't a monster or animal of some sort; seen with her own two eyes the little human running up to the henhouse. At first she thought the girl was here to help, but... When a small stampede of chickens came flooding out, Vi nearly lost her cool and jabbed at the birds. It was good she hadn't, as a small child came tumbling out. Wait, repeat that. A child. There was a child at her feet. In game. Unattended. "Where the hell are your parents?!" She nudged the little girl with the point of her spear. "And why are you spooking the birds?" Was that a feather in her hands? "Girl." What was with kids and putting their hands on everything they saw? ✏: quest@: unicorn [attr="class","Roadhead"][googlefont="Iceland:400"]- J [newclass=.teal]padding-top:10px;padding-left:10px;padding-right:10px;padding-bottom:10px;background-color:#f1f0ef;font-size:11px;color:#2b2b2b;font-family:calibri;text-align:justify;[/newclass] [newclass=.teal b]color:#169199;[/newclass] [newclass=.Roadhead]font-family:'Iceland';font-style:normal;font-size:18px;font-weight:400;color:#1da074;text-align:center;-webkit-transition: all .5s linear;-moz-transition: all .5s linear;-ms-transition: all .5s linear;-o-transition: all .5s linear;transition: all .5s linear;[/newclass] [newclass=.Roadhead:hover]color: #bc4c72;-webkit-transition: all .5s linear;-moz-transition: all .5s linear;-ms-transition: all .5s linear;-o-transition: all .5s linear;transition: all .5s linear;[/newclass]
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