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![]() I am so fashion conscious, everybody. See what I'm wearing? Does any of it, like, clash? I don't think so! Unlike those skanky b#$$~es on Sex and the City, I don't throw on just anything I feel like. A pink dress isn't like a car. You can't just, like, turn the key and drive off. It's like the space shuttle, or something. Everything has to be, you know, totally perfect before takeoff. Uh, like of My God and like gag me with spoon. Wear a pink tutu and surfing is soooo not real. Time to hit the waves. The next poster has just finished an undersea adventure. ![]()
![]() James Jacobs wrote:
I think I've missed something. What spin and what sourcebook? ![]()
![]() Swimming onto the closest shoreline is a mermaid of striking beauty. Draped in curls of long blonde hair, she drags herself onto the shore clutching a thick trident in one hand while a satchel, waterproof dangles from a strap wrapped diagonally around her neck and right shoulder. Nude and dripping with water, she fumbles through her satchel and pull out a piece of dry parchment. Unfolding the parchment aloft, she utters bubbling words in an aqueous tongue and slowly lets the metamorphic magics take hold. Soon, she standing on her own two legs draping herself and full bosom in a simple long robe. Taking her trident, she heads in the direction of which her enchanted compass points. It is a direction towards a bazaar and a Sanctum of a particular sun god. ![]()
![]() Little Kiba wrote:
Okay. |