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46  Other Realms / Role Play Theater / Re: Transformation Theater on: September 16, 2015, 08:40:02 PM
How many times are they going to be accosted in this underwater hellhole!?  Granted, it had actually been a while since he had fought, but seeing that he had still been human at the time that seemed to be a lifetime ago.  And how the heck had these ugly critters snuck up on him without him noticing!?

For once, seeing that he's caught off guard, Yilin attempts to use his magic defensively, casting up a wall of ice in front of him.
47  Other Realms / Art Gallery / Re: Cartoony Drawings on: September 13, 2015, 08:50:32 PM
Whoo that was reply 1000! First time on this forum.
48  Other Realms / Role Play Theater / Re: Transformation Theater on: September 11, 2015, 01:39:08 PM
"No fair, why did the two of you get shiny new gear?" the eel critter grumbles aloud, bubbling in discontent; he really hates it when he does that.  Shaking his head, he keeps close to the others, not wanting to be separated AGAIN.  Seeing as how he is clearly the most intelligent of the group, he vigilantly keeps watch for anything out of the ordinary or suspicious, hoping there isn't some convoluted underwater smokestack or anything else ridiculous in his way again.
49  Other Realms / Random Topics / Re: Weird Dreams on: September 07, 2015, 11:42:40 AM
So my memory of this one is sketchy but involved something involving pokemon that didn't exist, Ash Ketchum, evil spirits/aliens/whatever that were body swapping with everyone and making them invisible ghosts. 

The was one scene I oddly remember where one of the faux pokemon found himself in a dream sequence (INCEPTION!!) stuck on a purple ocean with green skies on an aboandoned boat, right after he had been examining a small strangely acting pokemon sitting on a table.  From the possessed looking sea came the spirit that had been inhabiting the small pokemon, in its true form, and attacked our 1st faux pokemon like a giant flying worm.  Thus began the first possession, which was later joined off screen when Ash Ketchum was possessed, and his spirt torn from his body, leaving him to communicate with people as a ghostly cat.

Then there was some scene where the ghost Ash Ketchum was attempting to communicate with someone flying passenger in a fighter jet by leaving a mysterious purple M on the glass (don't ask why, that's one scene I just remember clearly).

The threat from the mysterious possessing spirits was saved and their maniacal plan, whatever it exactly was, was foiled when we hurried next door to the hospital/retirement home and roused all the handicapped and old people into a righteous frenzy that stormed the bad guys in their convention center.

... I really wish I could remember my dreams better because they are frequently like this and it's awesome.
50  Comic Discussion / Crimson Flag Comic / Re: Comic 339 on: September 05, 2015, 07:20:54 PM
Pretty sure that's her, er his, staff
51  Comic Discussion / Crimson Flag Comic / Re: Comic 339 on: September 04, 2015, 09:04:43 PM
They're just cute arctic fluffs though: attack them with hugs.
52  Other Realms / Role Play Theater / Re: Transformation Theater on: September 04, 2015, 11:00:06 AM
After his imaginative, amusing argument and bickering with the stupid seahorse, Yilin busily sets about untangling himself from the confused mess of aquatic body parts.  "Oh," he says, noting Attor's return, "The freak gang is all back together.  What say we finally get going and try and get rid of all this icky fish... whatever-ness?"
53  Other Realms / Writer's Guild / If Only on: August 31, 2015, 02:19:54 PM
   There was no song anymore.  Its light chipper lyrics absented themselves from the stage, abandoning the surroundings to a display of violence and depravity that repainted the walls in brightly colored smears.  Children no longer danced, hopped, and skipped around to a lighthearted beat; no longer was there any joy to be had.

   The poor victim hadn't had a chance.  His attackers had descended upon him like wolves with nary a second thought.  It had been so sudden and so brutal that there had barely been a second of warning, just the attack that descended and laid waste to the life that had once been so cheerfully going along its way in singsong.

   Happiness had reverberated with abundance, before suffocated and squelched with hunger.  Ravenous, all consuming hunger had assaulted reason, beaten it into submission, pummeled and ground it into the ground until only the irrepressible desire to devour remained, alone and fully in charge.

   The smears on the wall brightly shone in their colors, alternating between their deep, penetrating reds and the splattered yellows.  Those had begun after the feeding had begun, sprayed about with reckless abandon upon the victim.  To “give him flavor,” they had said as they busily stuffed their faces.

   His clothing hadn't survived the changes unscathed; few garments could have withstood the changing shape that the boy had undergone, the thickening plumpness that had encapsulated him from his loins to his head, swelling it all into a single round shape.  The collar of his shirt seemed to have ripped apart first,  though on the whole that garment was merely stretched and untorn; at least until the hungering mob had descended upon him like wolves, leaving it shredded and and in split rags strewn across the floor.  The pants on the other hand, were destroyed from the word go, their bottoms torn out by the expanding fleshy form of the boy before his demise.

   The scene of the crime was littered with pieces of him, at least those that hadn't been outright devoured before police arrived on the scene.  There was barely anything left; the arms and legs that had been the only things to survive shape-wise from his original form had been utterly ravaged; not a piece remained that was bigger than an inch or two.  Not a trace remained of anything resembling a person anymore.

   And it had all started because the boy had wished.  He had wished for everyone to be in love with him.  Such a grisly demise and tragedy could have been entirely avoided.

   If only.

   If only he hadn't wished to be an Oscar Mayer Wiener.
54  Other Realms / Writer's Guild / Re: "Reyan Saga" (unfinished) on: August 25, 2015, 02:09:13 PM
You know, if this story is actually finished and done, per chance does it need the "(unfinished)" part in the title anymore?
55  Other Realms / Role Play Theater / Re: Transformation Theater on: August 21, 2015, 11:53:04 PM
If he were psychic, Yilin would probably have this unexplainable sense of jealous right now that he was struggling while another party member succeeded on the first try.  Though this would be offset by the fact that the irritating sea horse is having just about as much luck as he is right now.  Ignorant of all these things, he just decides it's a good idea to try and search for the group and figure out what's going on.
56  Other Realms / Role Play Theater / Re: Transformation Theater on: August 20, 2015, 09:40:03 PM
Yilin grumbles trying to swim farther away, "coughing" with his gills as he tries to find something else, maybe in the higher, loftier districts away from all this clutter and filth
57  Other Realms / Role Play Theater / Re: Transformation Theater on: August 16, 2015, 11:03:00 PM
Throwing up his claws into the air, Yilin grumblebubbles, an annoying feature of his form that only irritates him more with the passage of time.  "I don't suppose anyone in this underwater backwater could possibly understand the secrets behind shifting morphic armor..." he mutters, looking around.  He tries swimming upward to the top of the district, to get a better view of what's around.

Somehow, despite being UNDERWATER, they have some equivilent of smokestacks down here, or something anyway that sends up black waste floating up to the surface, very much obscuring Yilin's view of his surroundings!

[edit: that was an INT roll]
58  Other Realms / Role Play Theater / Re: Transformation Theater on: August 13, 2015, 09:47:41 PM
At other times Yilin might find the sea horse's demeanor so offputting that he'd just refuse to deal with him, but right now moving on so that he can get out of this *disgusting* form is the priority above all other priorities.  "Fine fine, let's just get on with it," as he swims downstairs, discomforted by just how naturally swimming in this body is starting to feel.  He certainly hopes he isn't getting used to this!

Hurrying down, barely waiting for the others to catch up, Yilin immediately begins scanning the "streets" of the city, darting his altered gaze up and down searching for shops of relevance.
59  Other Realms / Role Play Theater / Re: Transformation Theater on: August 09, 2015, 01:46:54 PM
This is an extended RP that Medik set up months ago.  Some people put their names forward on the first page, and Medik picked them, so we've been engaged in a private RP where he is a sort of GM who guides us along.
60  Other Realms / Art Gallery / Re: Sunday Stream Request Raffle - 8/9 (closed) on: August 08, 2015, 02:01:55 AM
Just when I was thinking "It's 1/31 odds, you may as well not even bother thinking something up"

Well at least what I want is fairly obvious!  I want to join the ranks of your Magical Girl team

My refs:

Description: This time though I'd like an outfit much more like your guys; heck you could make it matching!  Though I do like the pauldrons that TGW gave me, so we can keep that.  Oh and some kind of leg bracers/upper boots/whatever you can make work to throw down on the legs, again like in the refs.
As for coloration... I love red, but I'm already rather reddish, so purple if possible.  
And for the magical coloration... for that I'm debating more purple... or pink.  Could see how both look and decide.
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