I’m on the border... OF INSANELY LOW PRICES!!! BUY BUY BUY BEFORE THEY SHIP ME OFF TO PLANET MENTAL INSTITUTE!!!
The next poster also has a bargain.
Now selling for 0 Goose Eggs, The Cleaves!.
http://paizo.com/search?q=%22The+Cleaves%22&forum=v5748dmtz1gel
It's got rooms, monsters, treasures, and plot hooks, all random generated. You can use cards or percentile dice. There's an artifact that grants godhood, exits, hard won wishes, and much, much, more!
The next poster is willing to try it.
I’m a dwarf who occupies space. Close enough.
The next poster also takes up space.
Space that could better be devoted to HOTPANTS.
The next poster has devoted their life to researching the Tingularity.
My lifespan isn't very long, thus, so far, I've figured out nothing about the Tingularity. Hang on...there appears to be a light at the end of this tunnel.
The next poster evokes the dead using a very unusual method.
The power of voodoo *starts break dancing and making low beat boxes to create a whole presentation*
The next poster has a slick black Cadillac.
I have a slick black Catholic. Everyone should have at least one oiled-up nun.
The next poster has just found out that (s)he is the real Pope.
Yeah. I can't tell you how embarrassing it is. They apparently found some old prophecy from a dead old dude that I was to be pope. And get this, they think I am the one because of my hotel booking back in 2010.
The next poster was once mistaken for Ronald the Meat Clown (tm).
And it was definitely unintentional, I assure you. I don’t have a meat clown costume that I dressed up in as a part of a larger plot. Those are just scandalous rumors!
The next poster has also heard some scandalous rumors.
| 1 person marked this as a favorite. |
Yes, I did!
A dainty flute motif!
The sprightly dance of the piccolos!
Blaring trumpets! The plaintive lilt of the oboe! Rasping bassoons! Trombones, of course, and
The next poster, and the rest of their barbershop quartet, have been hired to serenade GoatToucher during his 'self-care sessions'
I am the lord high governor of spelling and I insist you mean Tea.
The next poster thinks atheist vampires are a thing.
|
Of course I think atheist vampires are a thing! I'm an atheist vampire! Seriously, gods might indeed exist, but we all know that they are just super powerful aliens. I mean, come on, tales abound of some of the gods dying and as far as ALL of Golarion's religious texts state: gods cannot be killed! So there!
Next poster, either blow a raspberry at those who disagree with me and or show them the evidence that proves me right.
|
| 1 person marked this as a favorite. |
Speedy delivery! *short, sprightly piano ditty plays as he shows up wearing a jacket and cap that obviously don't fit him, and a heavy mailbag, all spattered with blood*
I'll just leave this, here, shall I? Don't thank me - it was proudly manufactured, of course, by that foo...that *nice* toyman, Tvashtri Abdul-Khasis!
It's for the next poster!
| 1 person marked this as a favorite. |
*Performs mouth to proboscis resuscitation on KahnyaGnorc*
"KAHNYAGNORC! KAHNYAGNORC! Well...Kahn Ya?"
The next poster can answer that question.
| 1 person marked this as a favorite. |
Kahnyagwon't. Sorry.
The next poster has a desperate plan for saving KG.
| 1 person marked this as a favorite. |
Step One: Gather a crack team of operatives specializing in infiltration and assassination.
Step Two: Train operatives to resist torture by subjecting them to all manner of atrocities in my "Workroom".
Step Three: Lose track of original plan.
Step Four: Repeat Step Two.
The next poster knows the elusive Step Five.
| 1 person marked this as a favorite. |
Step 5: Dropping an emotionally distraught space whale from orbit on everyone...just to be sure.
The next poster knows Step 6.
We've been playing continuously for three weeks, eating handfuls of Doritos inbetween parps. You may lick the inside of Our trombones, should you wish.
The next poster has taken on the job to repaint Hercules.
Yes! I have made a serious of frescoes depicting the twelve labors! I call it "The Amorous Conquests of Herakles". I think I really captured the alarm and shame in the eyes of the various beasts. It was my gift to the local elementary school. That wall was so bare.
The next poster is particularly intrigued by my depiction of the Augean Stables
Horses can't twist that way, jerk!
The next poster is the ring announcer in the boxing match between me and GoatToucher and will introduce us by our Ringside nicknames.
IN THAT COOORNERRRRR...*points to GoatToucher*...
Now now. Nothing with children. They don't have solid grasp on their identities yet: how can I strip somebody bare of all conceits and preconceptions about themselves if they don't have any?
Come now.
As for wafers, they were denied, which was disappointing, but I did receive one "wafair seen meent."
That was an interesting night.
No. Just no. N-O. I may eat owls, I may be planning to take over the world, but I do have limits.
The next poster is considering a spine-removal operation to have a shot at the political big time.
In true political form, I have only an exoskeleton. I should be a shoe in for a no-term-limit position.
The next poster has formed a treaty between Earth and the Sun.
Once I understood that the Solaroids WANT nuclear wastes, it was easy.
The next poster likes the idea of a fire bard.
*sighs*
That old thing again? Well, let's set this straight, once and for all. The area where people believe is "Poland" is really just the Baltic Sea. It is sea water. No people, no language, nothing but waves and a few sea birds. Which do not speak "polish" either. "Poland" is just a social construct that people collectively pretend exists.
The next poster objects strongly with this, even though it may mark him as a Geography denier!
Poland is the Indo-Eurasian name for Atlantis. Of course it exists!!!
The next poster is the next poster.
| 2 people marked this as a favorite. |
I am. I also know what a tautology is.
The next poster is actually the third poster after this one.
Very well. It involved a well-aged slice of cheddar, a theramin, and generous amounts of uranium.
The next poster demands that the deleted post be un-deleted.
It was me! I was Count Heydritch all along! Someone undelete my initial confession post!
The next poster regrets attempting to solve a problem with time travel.
I'm off as soon as I learn what and where Aucturn is.
The next poster will guide the expedition.
Come along my friends! *Leads them straight to Hell*
The next poster was thoughtful enough to bring copious amounts of Sunblock SPF-350.
And they’re yours for the low low price of 15 quantum gemeralds a tube!
The next poster has an uncontrollable spending habit.
I may be a goblin but I do enjoy a nice pair of loafers, and a warm fox fur coat. Plus you can't forget the hat, with poofy feathers.
The next poster doesn't get the concept of money.
I only accept goods... and services...
The next poster will start off the new page with a truly horrifying statement.