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As it travels across the world, the Second Pulse loses no power. Every where it goes, people continue to change. Several gang members grow stronger and uglier as their teeth become fangs and their skin becomes a sickly grey-green. Miners find themselves growing smaller and more lizard-like. Environmentalists find themselves in more animalistic forms, similar to cats or ravens.

But not everyone changed as visibly. For some, the changes were more mental and spiritual than physical. Scientists find formula easier to read, preachers find their sermons carry more weight. Coaches inspire their teams to break more and more records.

However it is the more isolated cases, the ones that appear to change a person in no way, that may carry the most weight.

Two boys, friends since they were crawling, find two cat-sized green stones. A girl in Hawaii finds one made out of obsidian, hot to the touch.

A farmer realizes the clutch of eggs in his hen house didn't come from any of his chickens. Perhaps the fact they're spotted brown and feel like leather gave it away.

South America has an influx of sightings of the mysterious mokele mbembe, while chupacabra attacks become far more frequent.

These incidents were far bewtween, but hardly are the few in number. The Second Pulse brought with it far more than anyone could suspect...

It's a Tuesday Miracle!!!! It's about time we got some of those lessons to finally stick...:P

I plan ahead.

Whatever they are talking about, they all seem to be in agreement. A few moments later and Taron taps LK's forehead.

shrubbery

Ni!

"Oh, we were. The knights roasted in their armor quite nicely. It was very convenient, considering they don't usually make dragon-sized barbecue grills."

A dragon, colored like all the Jacks, raises his head from the pool. He'd heard the goblin even in the deepest part of the pool(for a dragon anyway). A grin reveal a great many teeth.

"Does this mean your a vampire?"

*pushes Garble away from the pool so he can't jump in*

*winks at the nymph*

[Sniffle]...

I'm so proud... :D

I was wondering when you'd post again! Allura keeping you busy? ;)

[Shadow Jumps in, looks down at all the beer cans][Shadow Jumps]

That guy looked oddly familiar...

;)

E7, I shall pray for your quick recovery.

Pansies. I have an account on FanFiction.net, and have read some truly horrible stuff.

Post the link already! I need more material to freak out my friends with!

My pet peeve: "The Cakewalker."

This is the person who seems to enjoy the game and otherwise has all the hallmarks of a good player... until you actually throw in something that is remotely challenging. Then he starts whining because his character is paralyzed/petrified/nauseated/etc. And heaven forbid you actually kill his character or even reduce him to negative hit points. Then you've got a full-blown meltdown on your hands.

Status conditions are part of the game. Death is part of the game. I'm not asking you to LIKE having your character crippled/killed, I'm just asking you to not act like a 5-year-old when it happens.

This happened in my group about 2 weeks ago. Our Gestalt Conjure/Beguiler thought she had nothing to do, and was whining about. We suggested summoning something, but it took a few more times before she heard us.

Dragonborn Jack wrote:

Devlyn, Jack o' Nine Dales wrote:

Dragonborn Jack wrote:

Devlyn's able to change into just about anything, isn't he?

Devlyn's no Triple Changer, no :P

Whatever you say, Jill o' Nine Dales. :P

Nice... :D

Looks like you got a new alias to create, for those later chapter you'll be writing with Ambrosia.

Dragonborn Jack wrote:

Devlyn's able to change into just about anything, isn't he?

Devlyn's no Triple Changer, no :P

Whatever you say, Jill o' Nine Dales. :P

Devlyn's able to change into just about anything, isn't he? Does this mean Steven will be getting some... tiger?

(>.>)
(<.<)

Yeah... tiger.

There's no need to fear, Dragonborn Jack is here!

*sees Prider*
Now that's just wrong!
*breathes fire on the Prider*

I would say bard for Smnrfs also...Since they're always dancing and singing and are completely useless...(I like bards, so that's a joke heh)

Papa Smnrf had magic in the show, so perhaps he's an adept?

Upon reading their stat block, I notice they take double damage from lawn mowers and similiar devices. Quadruple on a critical hit.

*starts +5 Keen Viscious Lawn Mower*

I'm so glad I just had this old thing lying around, it's been a while since I last used it...

*Starts running the tiny blue abominations with lawn mower*

*unleashes badger horde to eat the mushroom houses*

A tired and grinning elf walks out of the cabana...

I do so appreciate a man with good problem-solving skills. *giggle*

Just you wait, I have yet to show my true skills...

I have to go soon, carry on without me if you must! :D

Dragonborn Jack wrote:

celestial nymph wrote:

*giggle* Well, then, I think I'm feeling the need for a nice long nap. ;)

Then we must get you to a bed immediately!

*picks her up, and walks toward cabana*
Would you perhaps like something to drink before your 'nap?'

Well, I never turn down tequila. ;P

But I'm so very, very sleepy. ;)

Such tough choices.

Ah, I know how to solve this problem.

*giggle* Well, then, I think I'm feeling the need for a nice long nap. ;)

Then we must get you to a bed immediately!

Dragonborn Jack wrote:

Alas...

*looks at chocolate sauce*

There is no Dragon Jill...

*Shapeshifts to elf, goes looking for nymphs*

Mmph. Sleepy.

Oh. Well, not that sleepy. ;)

Are you sure you're not sleepy? I've heard the beds here are nice and big enough for two...

;)

Alas...
*looks at chocolate sauce*

There is no Dragon Jill...

*Shapeshifts to elf, goes looking for nymphs*

Dragonborn Jack wrote:

Bad kitty!

*sprays Devlyn with water bottle*

"Careful with that, dude - you might wake up either or both sets of the triplets in here with...uh oh." ;P

Dragonborn Jack wrote:

You have no idea how close that came to reading 'spays'

Ouch. Now that's harsh man... :)

Just be glad I caught it before I summoned Bob Barker.

Dragonborn Jack wrote:

lynora-Jill wrote:

Dragonborn Jack wrote:

lynora-Jill wrote:

I took the liberty of ordering a little - emphasis on the little - costume for me when I ordered the trapeze. Want to see it. ;)

Trick-or-Treat?

>:D

Something like that. ;)

Both?

Mmmm-hmmmm. ^.^

*starts looking for chocolate sauce*

Bad kitty!
*sprays Devlyn with water bottle*

You have no idea how close that came to reading 'spays'

Dragonborn Jack wrote:

lynora-Jill wrote:

I took the liberty of ordering a little - emphasis on the little - costume for me when I ordered the trapeze. Want to see it. ;)

Trick-or-Treat?

>:D

Something like that. ;)

Both?

I took the liberty of ordering a little - emphasis on the little - costume for me when I ordered the trapeze. Want to see it. ;)

Trick-or-Treat?

>:D

Sparring with claws, or playing with claws?

Um... Yes?

*looks up at certain posts*

'Tis a good day to be a Jack.

Dragonborn Jack wrote:

Too many Red Bulls + cabana distraction = Many laughs.

Or meybe not enough Red Bulls (sighs). :)

Just hope they don't find you when you crash... Unconciousness tends to remove inhibitions temporarily.

Too many Red Bulls + cabana distraction = Many laughs.

Dragonborn Jack wrote:

"Now if only you could take care of the Poodles..."

*takes long drink of java*

Blessed be the druids who grow coffee beans...

It is by caffeine alone I set my mind in motion.

It is by the juice of Java that my thoughts acquire speed,
My teeth acquire a stain,
The stain becomes a warning.
It is by caffeine alone I set my mind in motion.

I didn't say 'bards', I said 'druids'. Big difference.

Dragonborn Jack wrote:

*groans*

Stupid hangover...

I need "Neverending Coffee" now.

Gets up from his table, goes back to the bar and wheels over a barrel of java for DBJ.

"Either that or a wand with a bunch of quicksober cantrips in it. Here, this should help," as he cracks the top to let the healing aromatics waft up, then heads back to the cabana to see what else the ladies might need.

"Now if only you could take care of the Poodles..."

Blessed be the druids who grow coffee beans...

*groans*

Stupid hangover...

I need "Neverending Coffee" now.

"Don't forget the spinner or we'll have to use Ambrosia!"

"I would not be against such an event. Perhaps that is why I -ehem- 'borrowed' it earlier?"

*holds up spinner*

"Would you like it back? I was only using it as something to put my beer on."

Or we can play naughty. Which does she prefer?

*Wakes up*

*fails to pass the limits of "The Neverending Beer," passes out while floating on dragon-sized pool floaty*

*begins to test the limits of "The Neverending Beer."*

Ambrosia Slaad wrote:

General J. Debauchery wrote:

I think VTPJ just got wood. ;)

Something something new improved MiracleGrow something something if after 4 hours something contact a gardner.

LOL. Sorry, I would NOT be contacting a gardner. He might break out the pruning shears! OUCH! ;)

Weed killer? To keep that pesky weed from popping up in your lawn when LJ is in her bikini?

It has been a long week, huh?

*Flies in, drops two posters, flies out*

Poster #1

Poster #2

*Flies into thread, tries to pull shotgun out of barrel of PBR*

C'mn, that was good beer!And I want the shotgun...

any assistance is appreciated.

Got it.

Well aren't you bunch little reptiles cute.... dont mind the bonfire I will be starting in here for the BBQ. I hear frog legs and lizard tails are quite the culinary delight..

I can make another bonfire, and then the food can be cooked twice as fast!

But...but they don't scream when you kill them. What's the fun in that?

Woodlings do.

Jack Hammer wrote:

lynora-Jill wrote:

Can it make tabbouleh?

Hmm..I don't know. Is that some kind of hunting cat? It does have a recipe for Tiger Paws, but I haven't tried 'em.

Who to the what now?! That is not funny dude... ;P

Crap, he knows! Abort, abort!

I'd pay good money to see a fight between the Pillsbury Dough Boy and Hungry Jack. Watch HJ knock the crap out of him here Aunt Jemima could take on the winner! The Baking Bash! The Pancake Pummel! The Lip-Smacking Smackdown!

Would the Jacks get to eat the winner or the losers? Both? I'd opt for the winner. *flashback to Benny Hill skit with lobster with one claw*

** spoiler omitted **

And the winner then takes on... the Statepuff Marshmellow Man!

"Well if that's true...hmmm:"

"Flesh instead of metal, heal wounds almost as fast as they occur, bones that don't break easily, can change into a weretiger's forms. Guess that makes me a Beast Wars era Transformer. Groovy..." ;D

You just keep getting cooler!

Now, where was that mood when we were attacking the Slaadi? Must have been the red jello, looking like blood. Shoulda gone with lime or grape. You get those Jills' blood boiling and 'Wow!'...

She's a Maenad!

Slip and Slaad wrote:

*Slides back out to retrieve cage* <--He already has a lab coat! :)

Just making sure. ;)

You said lab coat, I looked at Slippy's avvy, and automatically thought "The Lizard".

*happily demolishes the shark like a little draconic piranha*

When there are no more bits of shark left to eat, Spike swims and frolics for a few minutes before climbing out of the pool and toddling back to LJ

All that is missing is *NOM NOM NOM*