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133588 No. 133588 ID: e7c7d3

It's the sandiest day ever! It is the day where various quest characters hang out at the beach. Take some vacation time away from your monstrous labs, dreary dungeons, dystopian futures, and awkward romances. Instead enjoy some sun and energetic waters with other quest characters!

This year has a boardwalk set up for your entertainment and enjoyment! Set up your own booth, enjoy the sights, have an easy pre-made background so you can focus on the shenanigans. The possibilities are endless!

The boardwalk was built by the lovely Anon44 and you can get the file here:
https://www.dropbox.com/s/afrk52y2xjgu0uq/Boardwalk%20for%20Beach%20Day%202020.skp?dl=0
You will most likely need Sketchup: free edition to utilize it properly, (does require a login.):
https://www.sketchup.com/plans-and-pricing/sketchup-free


Previous Beach Days:
https://tgchan.org/kusaba/questdis/res/93859.html
https://tgchan.org/kusaba/questdis/res/102447.html
https://tgchan.org/kusaba/questdis/res/114216.html
https://questden.org/kusaba/questdis/res/130632.html
https://tgchan.org/kusaba/questdis/res/124701.html
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No. 133677 ID: 894f15
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133677

PZOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
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No. 133678 ID: 894f15
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133678

"...Like I was saying, are you gonna rent one of these too? Window shopping may be fun, but it's a totally different story having one of these in your hands. It ain't everyday you have an opportunity to get something from a master weapons engineer!"

"Aaah! Argine, don't say that! These are meant to be fun recreational toys, not weapons! It doesn't do any kind of damage to people...
Though I am a master, thank you very much."

Argine leaves the gun beside the first, drumming her fingers on the stand.
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No. 133679 ID: b5fb67

>>133676

That's Metal Gear RAY's water cutter!
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No. 133680 ID: 193fb8
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133680

Rat: "N-no one wanted to share with me..."

Nalu: "Woah! Finished that whole thing?! That's the spirit! Just chill out, sis! I just gotta deliver these drinks to the party-goers, then I think my shift is done!"

Rat: "ohno"

The otter pads her way across the tiki bar towards the new patron. Setting a violently blue glass with a very bendy straw

Nalu: "Hereyago! The Bluest Hawaii! Triple shots! Extra strong just like you asked!"

She looks up to get a good look at Cybil

Nalu: "Woah, a diver? Thats sweet! I bet you can go really deep in a suit like that!"

Without really waiting for much of a response, she flick her tail and walks out the door.
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No. 133683 ID: 193fb8
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133683

"Who ordered the scorpion bowl!! How about the Piña Colada!"

On her way to deliver drinks to passers-by, she does a double take. Almost magnetically attracted to just about the only hunky male on the beach. Suddenly, the otter seems to interrupt a squabble.

Nalu: "Well hello~ Did either of you order the sex-on-the-beach?"

She sways her hips a bit, unusually mindful about her serving tray.

Nalu: "Who's your big friend friend there?" She winks up at the bigger of the two
Nalu: "Does he like short girls?~" She giggles as she makes a poorly disguised attempt to whisper to a distraught Keimi

Nalu: "Hey there Kahuna, a couple of us are gonna get together under the boardwalk soon. Wanna tag along? All ya gotta do is bring your grass clippers"
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No. 133684 ID: 2bd15b

>>133677
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b_ED23hnXhQ
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No. 133685 ID: 7f716e
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133685

"...Please, I think you've had enough...

NO! GIVE ME ANOTHER!
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No. 133691 ID: 6f7a5a
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133691

>>133633
Sister Tawny: "The Kraken is dead? well that's wonderful, if you know who slew it I'd be glad to accept proof from them.

Oh my Horrible Howie? don't you think he's a little out of your league? you have so little hair and such flimsy brown rags? I'm afraid your family won't get anything if you throw your life away if that's what you had in mind. I know money can be very tight for people of your meager means but I'm sure your family loves you and wouldn't want you sacrificing is for their sake, but if you're desperate for a warm meal and willing to get your hands dirty I know a few work house that should take you in perhaps even your whole family if they need shelter too."
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No. 133694 ID: d63ea8
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133694

Drawer: “Oh! That Piña Colada is mine.”

Drawer: “Would you be a dear and bring it over to me?”
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No. 133695 ID: ca2950
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133695

Keimi: "If you want to feel them, you might as well feel both of them. Here, I'll help you feel as much as possible, right in the face!"

Keimi lobs the remaining water balloon at Alex, who slightly shifts to the side, causing it to sail off past his head.

Alex: "I'm feeling a nice breeze from you whiffing so hard, if that's what you mean."
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No. 133696 ID: 55b47c
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133696

Serah: "I'm still not sure I should be taking a day off adventuring..."

Serah's Fairy: "And I'm still sure you need to unwind. Get a tan! Get a drink! Hit a volleyball! Hit a bar! Anything that get you out of those stuffy robes. And take off that stupid skirt, we're finally here! Come on, come on!"

Serah: "No! This stays on! I shouldn't have let you pick my beachwear. What was I thinking?!"

Serah's Fairy: "Pfft! You were distracted by some dusty old book, I could have gotten you to agree to anything. If I wanted my adventurer to slut it up, girl, you'd know. Now who wants to see if they have a margarita big enough for me to soak in? I do! I do!"
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No. 133698 ID: 6f7a5a
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133698

>>133678
Dolan:"Can these devices handle more . . . 'potent' liquids? or only water? my woman is a skilled alchemist and these rifles could prove crucial to the . . . 'fun' me and my pals intend to have "
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No. 133700 ID: e51896
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133700

:bd_2020_arthurius: : *spsh* Oof! *spsh* Yow! *spsh* Ouch! *spsh* *gargle* *spsh* Ugh! *spsh* Sorry, shark! *spsh* *sneezes* *spsh* Please… *spsh* Morpheus… *spsh* Make… *spsh* This… *spsh* Stop! *spsh* Oh no! *spsh* INCOMING!
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No. 133701 ID: e51896
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133701

Amongst the cacophony of the waves, a bogey approaches, even in this torrential flow. Mnemosyne narrows her eyes, ready for the opponent in front of her.

The slightest shifting of stances...
Without losing her balance, the soldier strikes out, a trained strike repurposed for the swatting of birds and aquatic lifeforms. The offending assailant soars off into the distance, his momentum redirected skywards.

And yet, the waves carry on, bringing the soldier onwards still. Internally, she adjusts her guard. Who knew that even out here in the deep blue, that there could be strange encounters such as these?

:bd_2020_arthurius: :SSSSSSSSOOOOOOOORRRrrrrrryyyyyyyyy

(Thanks to CrossTheLine for providing narration)
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No. 133702 ID: 2bd15b
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133702

>>133691
Dervan: I was observing others who were also interested in the bounty hunting business and plainly I am disappointed in a lack of enthusiasm for bloodshed. So I am going to give it a good old fashion college try and see what happens out of it. But before I start there is one thing that I need to know first. In the pursuit of the target is it allowed to use modern technology, weaponry, tactics, like carpet bombing, biological warfare, an anti-tank rifle with armor-piercing rounds, and other similar stuff. Or does the usage of those things is considered as a bad sport or dishonoring the sanctity or the bounty hunting? I just want to know what is allowed to be used or if there are any codes of conduct.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HGRTWgjM8c4
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No. 133703 ID: b5fb67
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133703

>>133635

Sarah: "Beach volleyball! Finally! I didn't have to set up nets or anything this year!"

Anita: "We can totally take them on. It will be like taking a piece of cake from a baby!"

Sarah: "...that's not how that goes, but I'm too enthusiastic to care that much!"

Meanwhile stuff is happening behind them, but nobody cares about that.
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No. 133704 ID: 11f77a
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133704

>>133691
Key: You got a whole lot of neck to be talking to me like that, you blue-tongued stack of fur.

Key: Nothing is out of my league! I’ve slaughtered giants bigger than dire basksharks during mating season. I spent days in a cramped vendor to strike my target at his favorite hotdog stand.

Key: You look like you’re allergic to parties.

Key: Just swing your head in the damn direction of where this scum is hiding its ugly face and shut your pretentious checkerboard mouth. Or you’ll see why I should’ve been the one with the ‘Horrible’ title.
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No. 133705 ID: 3994a2
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133705

Polonius trudges up to the bar and slams down a strange piece of currency.

POLONIUS: "Bartender! A bottle of whatever swill passes for liquor in this backwater hellhole!"

POLONIUS: "...Yes, the whole bottle. I intend to efface from my mind any memory of this wretched sandpit."
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No. 133707 ID: 3994a2
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133707

Polonius takes a swig and shudders visibly.

POLONIUS: "Ugh. I regret calling it swill... this is much worse."

He glances at Cybil.

POLONIUS: "Hmph. Well, I'm glad to finally see someone around here has enough forebrain capacity to resist getting half-naked and gyrating like a bonobo in heat... which is more than can be said of my esteemed confreres."
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No. 133708 ID: 3994a2
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133708

HOWIE: Think I finally lost 'em. Can't believe this shit. How was I supposed t' know that guy was connected?

HOWIE: Now I just gotta get someone to cut this fuckin' zip tie off. Lookit this perv here havin' a looky-loo, he'll do. Bet he won't squeal on me if I don't squeal on him.
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No. 133709 ID: 3994a2
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133709

HOWIE: "Psst."

HOWIE: "H-hey."

HOWIE: "Hey, buddy. Little help?"
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No. 133711 ID: 11f77a
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133711

Thadeus: Oh! Uh. Nice birds we’re having! Really a lot of birds today, yesiree.

Thadeus: Glad I took a… class in… birdwatching~~.

Thadeus: So, uh, find your own spot! This one’s taken.

Howie: Pipe down, skinnylegs. I promise not to tell--

Howie: That is, if you can help me out of this conundrum here…

Thadeus: Hey wait a second. I see where you’re running from, creep!

Thadeus squints and starts to connect some dots of this mysterious Gard-midget with his wrists bond by zip-ties. On the run. Shifty-eyed.

Thadeus: Well I’ve admittedly been there, too. Some women have very weird fetishes.

Thadeus: The one you’re running from probably took it too far, huh? That's why God invented safewords. Let me just find some clippers.

Thadeus: I can purchase a set on the boardwalk. Stick close to me. Wouldn’t want your date to spot ya.
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No. 133715 ID: d63ea8
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133715

Keimi: “-ight in the face!”

Drawer: “Hmm?”
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No. 133716 ID: d63ea8
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133716

Drawer: “What th-?”
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No. 133717 ID: d63ea8
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133717

*SPLOOOSH*
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No. 133718 ID: d63ea8
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133718

Drawer: “Childrennnn.”

Drawer: “I despise children.”
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No. 133731 ID: 55b47c
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133731

Serah drops her fairy off at the bar, hoping she'll cause less trouble from the bottom of a margarita than in the middle of a volleyball game.

SERAH: “Excuse me, bartender? Please provide whatever libations are needed to keep this one here. Also, do not worry about alchol poisoning. I am fairly certain that fae metabolism processes alcohol in a manner similar to oxygen.”

FAIRY: What's oxygen?

SERAH: Something we need to survive.

FAIRY: Yeah, that sounds right.

SERAH: I'm going to go watch the game. Don't make any enemies, please.

FAIRY: Me? Never.

The margarita arrives, and Serah's fairy lets out a tiny squeal of delight, jumping straight into the glass and laying her wings on the salty rim.

FAIRY: This is the best day ever. Too bad you two are too big to really enjoy it properly.
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No. 133733 ID: 6a0704
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133733

The otter dodges a loosely tossed balloon

Nalu: "Ah well, Gotta let the tourists have their fun... All the hunks are always taken anyway!"

"I wonder who that kahuna is toastin' those gnarly swirls over there... I gotta get my board out before I miss the mondo waves!"

>>133718

Nalu: "Here ya go miss! One Piña Colada"

She sets the drink in the wet drawer. Picking off some bits of water balloon.

Nalu: "Can you believe it? A water fight and they don't invite me!" She giggles. Adjusting her grass.

Nalu: "Well? Aren't you gonna get her back!!"
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No. 133736 ID: 11f77a
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133736

Yamelle: Ah, that's better. We've finally set up our parlor and we're open for business~!
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No. 133740 ID: 6f7a5a
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133740

>>133702
Sister Tawny: "well... sir? I'm sure as long as you bring back enough for proof it should be alright...)

>>133704
Sister Tawny: "very well if you insist, I was simply trying to look out for your safety. Horrible Howie was last seen at the old shipping contain at the far beach, even if he isn't still there, you might at least find something decent to wear . . ."
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No. 133742 ID: 2bd15b
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133742

>>133740
Dervan: I am glad to hear that. I will bring you the head on a plate without even moving from this spot.

Dervan: Let me show you just what technology is capable of doing.

Dervan: I won't just deliver the proof, I will also show you how I will accomplish that with my devil drone.

Dervan: Hey Bob I have an assignment for you, I already send you a picture of the target that needs to be decapitated. No blood just a nice clean slice, I am aiming to impress no intimidate. It is specifically pointed out that you cut off the right head of this giant.

Bob: I will be done, But where is the last known location of the target.

Dervan: To help in speeding up the process of tracking the target, where was the last know location of this giant?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1xiengwqh64&ab_channel=GamingSoundtracks
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No. 133743 ID: ca2950
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133743

Leimahtaa: "A childish scrawling, an immature insult and a pittance of a reward. Whoever is distributing these scraps obviously has some pitiful, little grudge gnawing at them, but I can't for the life of me think of who it could be.
All the context clues are pointing to some impoverished nobody.

However, it might be an amusing diversion to watch the insects scurry around in the dirt at my feet."
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No. 133744 ID: 11f77a
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133744

VRRRRRRRRRR
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No. 133745 ID: 11f77a
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133745

SKREEEEEEE!
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No. 133746 ID: 11f77a
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133746

Driga: Ah~ It's about time we arrived to the testing course, Njar.

Driga: With the Beach Police dismantled there are so many new subjects to try out my devices straight from Huron's labs!

Njar: Yeah. I finally won't have to play victim to your experiments for once.

Driga: Send the word out, then! Driga's Armaments is officially open!

Driga has 12 weapons that needs gratuitous testing. Request one today!
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No. 133747 ID: d63ea8
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133747

Drawer: “Get her back?”

*creeeeak*

Drawer: “Yes, I think I shall.”

Drawer: “But you might want to take a step back.”
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No. 133748 ID: d63ea8
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133748

Drawer: “First few rows are a splash zone.
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No. 133760 ID: e51896
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133760

:bd_2020_arthurius: : AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!
*deep breath*
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

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No. 133761 ID: e51896
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133761

*CRASH!*
:bd_2020_arthurius:: OOOF!
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No. 133762 ID: e51896
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133762

*PLOMP*
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No. 133763 ID: e51896
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133763

The landing of the long fall caused Arthurius to end up inside a box and has been welcomed by the blanketed embrace of a pile of clothing and costumes littered within the box, unfolded and neglected yet warm and comforting. And while the clothing had broken his fall, it is yet to be seen if the fall had broken Arthurius’ spirit as he has been knocked out, not allowing him to realize that against all but cartoon logic, he has fallen stuck inside a old costume of a green prehistoric t-rex, and a patched old hat which has flown and fallen right on top of the bald head of the dinosaur after the impact of the fall.
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No. 133803 ID: 6f7a5a
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133803

>>133742
Sister Tawney: "the giant was last seen near the southern jungle, but hasn't been seen since, she couldn't be too hard to find there are not a lot of places a giant could hide around here."
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No. 133815 ID: 2bd15b
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133815

Dervan: Did you hear what the quest giver said about the location of the target?

Bob: Yes I did sir and I am already scanning that area. Uhh, the giant seems to be hiding among other similar looking statues.

Dervan: I doubt it is hiding, maybe that is just the place where it is feeling most relaxed. Anyway, it doesn't matter, simply shoot the second statue on the right and bring the head to our location.

Bob: Understood sir!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6FslLO4PCak&ab_channel=AnsonCall
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No. 133816 ID: 2bd15b
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133816

Dervan: Ugh! It is impossible to see anything when the shock waves of the blast hit the location with a lot of sand is surrounding it in the first place. Well to be honest there is not much to see after that, so let me explain what your eyes can't see.

Dervan: I order my worker to shoot a short-range teleporting beam from his orbital satellite in order to only teleport the head of the target and in that way decapitating her. It is quick, painless, bloodless, and efficient.

Dervan: And if you would loo in this direction...

Dervan: You will see that the teleportation process is already being.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rz-J4WJnkIM&ab_channel=NewBrawlgamemusic2
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No. 133817 ID: 2bd15b
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133817

Dervan: .......What!

Dervan: Bob are you aware that you just teleported a stone head to our location and not the head of the giant...Yes, I am sure that you made a mistake, I know what I am seeing with my eyes!.... I said to shoot the second target on the right what part of that you didn't understand?.... What do you mean, you thought it was on your right!.... Ok just then simply shoot the statue on your left you, idiot!

Dervan: What do you mean you can't!.... What it has to charge for 12 hovers, why doesn't it has to take that long!.... I don't care about your excuses!... Why didn't you take off the helmet if it did hinder your aiming!... If I even go to that satellite station I will push you out of the airlock door and leave you to float in the space until you suffocate!

Dervan: Unbelievable!

Dervan: I don't know what to say this is completely unprofessional on my side of things. Apparently, the person who is operating my satellite station doesn't know the difference between the left and right. I have nobody else to blame than myself to this incompetence.

Dervan: I need a drink, I apologize for not being able to fulfill this contract. This was nothing but a huge blunder on my record and I wish to forget for this ever happening in the first place.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fz-Sstui9yc&ab_channel=Kiki%27sMusicKollection
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No. 133819 ID: 11f77a
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133819

Following the lead given by the giraffe town-crier, the Sajjas assassin storms past her in search of the dreadful and horrible Howie. Shuffling through the sand the blue stalker comes upon the lost container of novelty Halloween costumes washed ashore. She can feel the weather change drastically, and the sky greys up with rolling thunder in the distance. An ominous breeze waves the container’s steel door with a screech of rusty hinges. Yet the atmosphere doesn’t stir our cutthroat beachgoer one bit.

Key: That thoughts-and-prayers choirgirl thinks she’s so hot, telling me to play dress up. Hrff! Whatever. Let’s see what I can pick up here.

No footprints, many disappeared from the rustling of wind a year ago. She hunches down over scattered clothes and begins her investigation on the illusive reptilian bastard. She sniffs around, searching for a hint of that repugnant smell of bogwater and scales.

She lifts a santa hat and can detect a feint odor of both a noxious element and a royal fragrance of cinnamon and coals. The clash of opposite ends in the aroma spectrum makes her snort and curl her whiskers like dying vines.

Key: Phugh! That’s never gonna go away. This is an old scent, unfortunately. But it’s something at least. Howie could be anywhere in the world by now. But I’ll stalk him to the ends of the arm of this spiral galaxy!
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No. 133820 ID: 11f77a
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133820

:bd_2020_arthurius: Ugh… what a landing.

:bd_2020_arthurius: I should’ve just stayed at the DJ booth when I had the chance.
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No. 133822 ID: 2bd15b

>>133820
picture taken moments before disaster
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No. 133825 ID: 19da02
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133825

Kelepee grins, smirking at the dude that's looking at her. "Only the top ones are lewd. Everybody knows that," she says.

Caorian just shakes her head as she walks to the far side of the net. "We'd be happy to vollyball with y'all," she says. "The rules are pretty simple. You have to hit the ball over the net, and the other team tries to hit it back to you over the net. If the ball touches the ground inside the marked area on your opponent's side of the net, you score a point, but if it hits the net or the ground outside of the marked area, the other team gets a point. And you can't catch the ball or hold it or anything. You gotta smack it back and forth."

"And if you score a point, somebody on the other team has to take off a piece of clothes." Kelepee adds.

"I don't thin-"

"Nope, says it right there in the rules." Kelepee licks her lips.
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No. 133843 ID: ca2950
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Keimi hurls a distracting cloud of sand into the air at Drawer.

Keimi: "Screw this! Book it!"
Alex: "What is even happening?"
Keimi: "Just run!"

Keimi and Alex have fled.
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