Degenero Angelus

I hope you have the shortest, most non-existant birthday ever. I will, however, say happy anniversary

Indeed a sad day, even for those of us without faith. He was a good man, and any loss of life is sad.

I heard that before, and it was about Ghandi. It was that stupid Mary Poppins song, but I can't remember the exact words

I know 1.) He sang Happy birthday. 2.) 1) Heel, heal, he'll. 2) Bald, balled, bawled. 3) Sense, scents, cents. 4) Seas, sieze, sees. 3.) 1) A demon lemon. 2) A lame lime. 4) A felon melon. 5) A big fig. 6) A late date. 7) A glum plum. A current currant. And that is all

Samantha's a good name

Name: Oakleaf Melwasúl Concept: Lazy Cleric of Boccob Race: Elf Gender: Male Eyes: Black Hair: Black Height: 6' 5" Weight: 137 lbs Bio: Born and raised in the Elvish homeland of Lithellion to the north, many of the elves saw much potential in Oakleaf, and most were disappointed when he didn't seem to care about that potential. He would sit around all day, eating and reading, or just sleeping. Eventually the other elves told him to either start doing something, or just leave, since they couldn't keep everyone fed, and he was useless. Oakleaf decided to leave, so he packed up his books, and started down the road. He had barely even crossed the border into human lands when he laid down for a nap. When Oakleaf awoke, everything he owned, except for his trousers, had been stolen. He stumbled into to town, hungry and half naked, looking for the nearest temple. He dragged himself into the temple and collapsed. The priests fed him and took care of him until he was back to his full health. During that time, the priests realized his temperament was a lot like theirs, and so recruited him to be a priest of their god, Boccob the Uncaring. He dislikes a vast majority of other elves, because he believes they exiled him. He also has a near addiction to peanut buttter and jelly sandwiches.

d10 is a good system. It's less chance than d20. It's not d20 I hate, though, it's the d20 system. You know, the one where you have to roll to do *everything*

Or you could play a decent d10 game I'd almost be interested in playing, even with my deep seated hatred of all things d20. I have just one concern. What about the rolls?

Deggy walks in with the big stick of shut everyone up, and starts randomly whacking people with it You're writing poetry, not a term paper. Punctuate. it, however; you: want! too?

You don't even need to be an initiate to play. It's the same game, just with the baner, as you said. Feel free to play, we love having new players.

"What are you people, blind? I have Emmett on video! I saw him do it! You all can see the video if you don't believe me! Why can't you see his guilt? He saw an oportunity to kill off some of his competition, and he took it. You'll never see anyone more guilty than him." Zeke shakes his head violently, frustrated with his companions' inability to see the obvious. He walks off to see if there's anything left to drink.

Zeke pulled the tape out of the camera he'd left running on the balcony. He runs to his main camera and puts it in, looking at the watching the playback. He could make out the figure of Don very clearly, and could just barely see someone else on the tape. It looked like... it had to be! OOC: A vote for Venefyxatu/Emmet

"What? Someone *died*? Oh, sweet Lord I knew this show was a bad idea, I thought I'd lose my career, but now it might be my life? I didn't sign up for this." He sighs, knowing full well he wouldn't let anything interrupt his job. Ah, cameras. Seeing everything around them, capturing the world exactly as it is, or, exactly how I want it to be. After he finishes setting everything up for the shooting, making sure all the lighting is perfect and all the cameras are in position, he goes to get some coffee. OOC: I accuse Akallabeth/Doug. Just 'cuz it's the cool thing to do

Zeke set his cameras all up, all 3 of the angles perfectly aligned. “Lighting! Get the lighting set, or I won't be able to see a thing through these lenses.” He sighed to himself, wondering if there were any competent people at all working on this show. This show is far beneath me... How did I get stuck working here? This third rate scifi junk. I should be working on movies, man! Movies like The Blob, man. That's where it's at. I'll get there, sometime. He sighed and looked around, finishing setting up his cameras, and waiting for the filming to begin.

I forgot about looks. Zeke's tall, really tall. Almost 7 feet tall, with short-cropped black hair. He's not muscular, but he's not fat, being kinda on the skinny side, Not skinny enough to be scrawney, though. Everyone says he's 'cute' although he's never been called handsome.

I figured I owed it to you guys to do a cool ending after leaving you in the dust for the past few days. I'm really glad you liked it

Between the two of them Klen and Fxz'et managed to for4ce Que-essa back farther and farther with each blow. After a few minutes she ends up with her back against a door and both of them advancing on her. Suddenly, a sabre appears and cuts through the door, straight through Que-essa's spine. She slumps to the ground in a pile, and the door opens, revealing the Headmaster. Darth Salakin looks up form the pile of Que-essa at the two remaining Sith apprentices. "Very good, my aqpprentices, but she was not a Jedi. For that matter, neither was Reaver. No one in my academy was. You did a very good job of both eliminating your rivals and of surviving. There's only one small problem." Both students look at him and, at the same time, say "What's the problem?" The headmaster smiles. "There can only be one Sith apprentice promoted." As he finishes speaking the two students look at each other, and their lightsabres flicker on. OOC: Good game, Villagers win. Sorry for my lack of activity at the end, honestly. I'm a horrible person

Ezekiel "Zeke" Thompson, the cameraman. Hates being called a camera man, he's a Cinematography Technician. Went to a trade school for four years, he's one of the best camera men in the business. Laid back, easy going guy, although he's too shy for his own good. Doesn't make friends easily, because he's afraid to talk to people, but the friends he has are fiercly loyal.

The students wake after a restful night of sleep to find Palu dead in the main hall, Reaver's lightsabre sticking from his chest, and the word “Vengence” scrawaled on the wall. OOC: Sorry guys, still really sick. Palu/Knight was the Seer. It's day time, you have 24 hours.

OOC: Gryphon/Reaver was a Jedi. Congrats, guys. Sorry no post, I feel like rotten death. Use your imaginations invaolving Palu's lightsabre and Reaver's body. Still one wolf left. Seer, wolf, I need your PMs.

You wanted to make sure he was dead? Don't ask me, you did it

Ignore that last kill post, a small mistake was made.

A loud crash is heard, one that echoes over all of Korriban, right before dawn, startling many of the students and faculty out of their beds. It takes more than an hour to find the crash site, in the middle of the Valley of the Dark Lords. Laying in the center of the wreck is a still breathing – barely – Zarek. Reaver runs toward himjust in time to hear him say.... “... the force” right before his last breath leaves his body. OOC: Zarek/Akallabeth was a villager. Congrats, wolves. It's day pahse, you have 24 hours.

Rukmini is sitting in her room brushing her hair as she feels something approach the doorway. She stands up and walks over to it as the entity knocks softly. The door slides open, and blaster fire fills the room, many of them hitting Rukmini directly in the chest. She screams as the first bolt hits her and crumples to the ground. Soft laughter comes from the smoke, and the killer walks off. The students and the staff huddle around the body, all but Klen. He's relaxing against the wall, laughing. “I bet you're all glad I killed that Jedi for you, aren't you? I'm ready for my reward.” “There shall be no reward,” said the Headmaster, “for the slaughter of your classmates. None above normal, anyways. However, this was a very special case. Rukmini, as very few of you know, was admitted to the academy because of her rare ability to be in multiple places at once. If anyone could have protected us from the Jedi, it would be her.” OOC: Good job, guys, you got the Baner. Rukmini/Sweetcherrie is dead. Good luck next time. Seer, wolves, I need your PMs, you have 24 hours. Have a nice night

“AAAAAHHHH” The scream echoes through the halls of the Academy, startling all the students and teachers. All but one of them. As everyone rushes to the source of the scream, they see Mira laying dead on the ground in a pool of blood. Fzx'et looks at the body and says, “There are no marks from either a lightsabre or from blaster scorching, the wound was definitely made by a standard blade.” “That means she could have been killed by anyone with access to the armory,” states the Headmaster, “which means anyone. She was one of our best students, too, it's a shame to see her go. Although, if you can't protect yourself from a Jedi, you have no right to call yourself a Sith.” OOC: The Jedi have struck! Tanuchan/Mira was a villager. Day phase begins, you have 24 hours. I decided to end the Night a bit early, because there was no reaosn to let it drag Day will end at 5 pm, as it's supposed too.