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Ouroborus: Mar 31, 2010; I really only come here for the Paradise Lost: Clash of the Heavens CYOA these days.
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Angela Christine posted:

Pretty sure we actually empowered Snarls declarative statement.

It may have sounded like BARK BARK BARK, but Snarls just cast Power Word: Fear.

Oh god, Ish is going to kill our dog

# ? Feb 7, 2015 23:11

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# ? Apr 28, 2024 07:15

Theglavwen: Jun 10, 2006; Frankly, I don't know anyone who likes Chinese bronzes, but I have one of the finest collections in the country.

Eh, Ish is dead anyway, don't worry about it.

# ? Feb 7, 2015 23:23

Volmarias: Dec 31, 2002; EMAIL... THE INTERNET... SEARCH ENGINES...

Theglavwen posted:

Eh, Ish is dead anyway, don't worry about it.

You're still assuming that fishdad wasn't just trying to psych us out.

Tudiya is more ridiculous than Rimush, and he's running a city where ancient muscle wizards from The Before Time have come to just gently caress around and wait for Ragnarok to happen.

I'll even make a :toxx:

backed bet that Zepath is fine.

# ? Feb 7, 2015 23:49

Theglavwen: Jun 10, 2006; Frankly, I don't know anyone who likes Chinese bronzes, but I have one of the finest collections in the country.

I was just joking.

Old prankster me. Gotcha.

# ? Feb 8, 2015 00:13

Volmarias: Dec 31, 2002; EMAIL... THE INTERNET... SEARCH ENGINES...

Theglavwen posted:

I was just joking.

Old prankster me. Gotcha.

I can't tell anymore in this thread :negative:

# ? Feb 8, 2015 01:38

Cannon_Fodder: Jul 17, 2007; "Hey, where did Steve go?"
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Volmarias posted:

You're still assuming that fishdad wasn't just trying to psych us out.

Tudiya is more ridiculous than Rimush, and he's running a city where ancient muscle wizards from The Before Time have come to just gently caress around and wait for Ragnarok to happen.

I'll even make a backed bet that Zepath is fine.

Diog, see this poo poo?

Shots fired. His life is in your hands.

# ? Feb 8, 2015 02:48

hollylolly: Jun 5, 2009; Do you like superheroes? Check out my CYOA Mutants: Uprising

How about weird historical fiction? Try Vampires of the Caribbean

Angela Christine posted:

Pretty sure we actually empowered Snarls declarative statement.

It may have sounded like BARK BARK BARK, but Snarls just cast Power Word: Fear.

Yeah, this is my thought as well. I think if we'd voted for Snarls to go back to the den it would have been disastrous.

# ? Feb 8, 2015 02:55

Facebook Aunt: Oct 4, 2008; wiggle wiggle

Cannon_Fodder posted:

Diog, see this poo poo?

Shots fired. His is in your hands.

fixed

# ? Feb 8, 2015 04:02

Raserys: Aug 22, 2011; IT'S YA BOY

Angela Christine posted:

Pretty sure we actually empowered Snarls declarative statement.

It may have sounded like BARK BARK BARK, but Snarls just cast Power Word: Fear.

Just how powerful did Snarls become when we soul crossed with him, jesus

# ? Feb 8, 2015 08:30

the_steve: Nov 9, 2005; We're always hiring!

Raserys posted:

Just how powerful did Snarls become when we soul crossed with him, jesus

What are you talking about?
Snarls has always been the best dog, this is just a natural extension of that.

# ? Feb 8, 2015 09:13

Lanky Coconut Tree: Apr 7, 2011; An angry tree.

The angriest tree

Raserys posted:

Just how powerful did Snarls become when we soul crossed with him, jesus

Well, when you marry someone they tend to get access to all your stuff...

# ? Feb 8, 2015 09:40

Tomn: Aug 23, 2007; And the angel said unto him
"Stop hitting yourself. Stop hitting yourself."
But lo he could not. For the angel was hitting him with his own hands

Man, one way or another, this thread is gonna go ballistic real soon.

# ? Feb 12, 2015 09:21

Josef bugman: Nov 17, 2011; Pictured: Poster prepares to celebrate Holy Communion (probablY)

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One pack. Always.

# ? Feb 12, 2015 10:01

Imperialist Dog: Oct 21, 2008; "I think you could better spend your time on finishing your editing before the deadline today."
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Warn the Old Den!

# ? Feb 12, 2015 13:06

WhiteOutMouse: Jul 29, 2010; will blow your mind.

Though I don't want it to come to this, but if our other thread ends at any point I would like to continue the game in this thread instead, unless both threads end at the same place of course.

I am still optimistic that the other thred will nit end just yet. It can't end lile that. EL WILL PROTECT US!

# ? Feb 12, 2015 13:11

Affi: Dec 18, 2005; Break bread wit the enemy

X GON GIVE IT TO YA

I can't imagine what it'd be like to be Snarls now.

Forever trapped in his own body without his real voice. People can only hear his barks. Eventually the people he loves, our pack, will be gone and there will just be him and our distant relatives.

Forever. Or until he dies.

# ? Feb 12, 2015 13:26

Ralith: Jan 12, 2011; I see a ship in the harbor
I can and shall obey
But if it wasn't for your misfortune
I'd be a heavenly person today

Affi posted:

I can't imagine what it'd be like to be Snarls now.

Forever trapped in his own body without his real voice. People can only hear his barks. Eventually the people he loves, our pack, will be gone and there will just be him and our distant relatives.

Forever. Or until he dies.

This is why Mighty Pets are all sad and lethargic in their old age.

# ? Feb 12, 2015 21:55

Imperialist Dog: Oct 21, 2008; "I think you could better spend your time on finishing your editing before the deadline today."
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Where is Bestest-Friend-Ever?

# ? Feb 18, 2015 13:04

There Bias Two: Jan 13, 2009; I'm not a good person

Man this thread is so much better than that other one full of crazy people.

# ? Feb 18, 2015 13:51

ShotgunWillie: Aug 30, 2005; a sexy automaton -
powered by dark
oriental magic

Until someone brings up how we mind raped snarls by entering his body without consent and gave him a soul.

# ? Feb 18, 2015 16:32

Crudus: Nov 14, 2006

You awake in a brightly lit room, what looks like a man in a paper mask over you. His eyes crease as what must be a frown forms underneath his mask. "You were supposed to stay asleep... oh no," he mutters.

Where is the Master-Brother-Bestest-Friend etc.. you wonder? You try to move your neck to look around, but are dismayed to find you cannot feel your body. You cannot feel your paws or wag your tail. Your tongue lolls lazily in your throat, but you are not panting the pant-to-cool-down. You manage to growl out an inquiry.

"WHAT HAPPENING? WHERE IS MASTER-BROTHER-FATHER-FRIEND? WHO IS MASK-HIDING-FACE-MAN?"

"Sorry that you happened to wake up, pup, but don't worry, this is for your own good," assures the mysterious man, glancing towards your abdomen concernedly.

You suddenly think about your nethers. Why does the mask-hiding-face-man seem to move his hands toward that region? He isn't touching the spot-that-makes-the-leg-twitch, or at least, if he is, you can't feel it. His eyes move momentarily to someone out of your vision, behind you. You can barely smell a presence there... a man? The master?

"BARK! MASTER-BROTHER-FATHER-FRIEND!" you try to shout, but it comes out more like, "brr...k."

"That's a good boy." Says the mask-hiding-face-man. He nods to the unseen presence. "Just go to sleep. A few snips and you'll never know what you're missing. This is for your own good..."

***

Try as you might, you cannot bring a litter of puppies into being. No matter how many times you lay with Watches-the-stupid-fuzzies, your loins have proven un-fruitful.

Crudus fucked around with this message at 16:49 on Feb 18, 2015

# ? Feb 18, 2015 16:44

ShotgunWillie: Aug 30, 2005; a sexy automaton -
powered by dark
oriental magic

Crudus posted:

You awake in a brightly lit room, what looks like a man in a paper mask over you. His eyes crease as what must be a frown forms underneath his mask. "You were supposed to stay asleep... oh no," he mutters.

Where is the Master-Brother-Bestest-Friend etc.. you wonder? You try to move your neck to look around, but are dismayed to find you cannot feel your body. You cannot feel your paws or wag your tail. Your tongue lolls lazily in your throat, but you are not panting the pant-to-cool-down. You manage to growl out an inquiry.

"WHAT HAPPENING? WHERE IS MASTER-BROTHER-FATHER-FRIEND? WHO IS MASK-HIDING-FACE-MAN?"

"Sorry that you happened to wake up, pup, but don't worry, this is for your own good," assures the mysterious man, glancing towards your abdomen concernedly.

You suddenly think about your nethers. Why does the mask-hiding-face-man seem to move his hands toward that region? He isn't touching the spot-that-makes-the-leg-twitch, or at least, if he is, you can't feel it. His eyes move momentarily to someone out of your vision, behind you. You can barely smell a presence there... a man? The master?

"BARK! MASTER-BROTHER-FATHER-FRIEND!" you try to shout, but it comes out more like, "brr...k."

"That's a good boy." Says the mask-hiding-face-man. He nods to the unseen presence. "Just go to sleep. A few snips and you'll never know what you're missing. This is for your own good..."

***

Try as you might, you cannot bring a litter of puppies into being. No matter how many times you lay with Watches-the-stupid-fuzzies, your loins have proven un-fruitful.