Callie

I'm interested but I'm not sure that I can participate. Finals are usually all-consuming. My last two characters were pretty dry anyway.

I'm not completely sure what's going on...velociraptors are scary.

Excalibur attempts to lurk among the trees but the inexplicable silence and schh-schh of his jeans betray him. Disconcerted, he lazily surrenders his back to a nearby tree. The tree replies bluntly, causing the young one to wince as the abrasive bark unseats some of the skin from his back. His head strikes the wooden behemoth with an unnerving *thunk* and his eyes rise up in a lackadaisical fashion toward the sky. Scattered sunlight penetrates the cool branches of the mighty Sequoia. He sighs blissfully and admires the way in which light appears to fall through the canopy like crystalline water passing over an old-fashioned washboard. He knows he cannot stay long, but a reassuring thought advances the time yet another moment...it is then that he glimpses a figure of brilliant green hue fluttering through the sky, a figure he immediately recognizes as Sylae. He grins, "back so soon to feed the chicks, eh?"

Excalibur gathers himself and advances quickly in the direction of the bus, this time sparing no care for concealment. He rejoins his fellow Spiderwebbers and thanks Sylae for the recently acquired berries. Some of the passengers appear dumbfounded by his mostly casual demeanor; after all, the surrounding forests remains so pristine and mysterious. "You know, maybe we should check this place out," he suggests. Taking his own advice, he hops out of the bus and meanders into the forest yet again. The faint fragrance calms his nerves and he rests under a nearby tree. He begins to wander into deep thought, only to be interrupted by a nearly undetectable sound gracing his ears. The broken silence is welcoming and simultaneously off-putting.

He rises abruptly. The sound wastes no time making its presence known and soon he can discern an approaching cry for help. A wavering hand grasps the hilt of a mighty sword on his side. A once distant noise grows into a cacophony of stamping feet and he now recognizes the oncoming voice. "Help! Raptor attack! Raptor attack!" dinky Yoda...er, Dikiyoba screams. He braces in trepidation as Dikiyoba flees into his section of forest with a disgruntled, writhing velociraptor in tow.

"A velociraptor!? What did Sylae put in those berries..." Excalibur mutters, his mouth agape. "...hey, are these the philosophical variety of velociraptor?"

"No! They're the feathered, meat-eating variety of velociraptor!" Dikiyoba hurriedly exclaims.

"Oh... well I guess that makes this situation a bit more difficult. I thought maybe these velociraptors were conscientious objectors," Excalibur says poignantly.

Suddenly, his brain puts two and two together and responds accordingly, "AAAAAAHHHHHHH!!! Velociraptors!!! RUN!!!" He sprints in Dikiyoba's direction. The forest races by and he finds himself in front of the Spider Bus, a velociraptor desperately trying to escape Dikiyoba's grasp, and Harehunter attempting to strike a conversation with another velociraptor. Terrified, he turns around and his eyes witness the rapid descent of a dozen hungry velociraptors. Excalibur draws his sword. Its sheer luminosity dumfounds the terrifying carnivores, who reel their heads back in confusion. The velociraptors uneasily shuffle in place for a few seconds, but one of their rank takes initiative and lands a wickedly sharp hind claw in Excalibur's thigh.

"AAAAAHHHHHH!!!" Excalibur swings wildly at the offending creature; its now-incapacitated body falls to the ground with a sickly thud. The undaunted velociraptors lurch forward as Excalibur retreats in desperation to the doors of the bus. Another velociraptor claws at his leg as the doors swing together and smack the carnivore in the face.

"Relax chum. Just a velociraptor." He looks up and sees Nikki smiling cooly. The velociraptors are undeterred by safety glass and bat at the door like overly-evolved zerglings. Excalibur glances behind and notices the others boarded the bus safely (inculding BMA, who fearlessly pats Dikiyoba's velociraptor on the head). He collapses and his own blood smears across the floor. The scabbard of his sword glows furiously, causing the gaping wound on his thigh to clot at an unnatural rate.

Excalibur points weakly at the door, "uh...velociraptors...uh..."

It's only a matter of time before someone starts speaking Finnish.

Mon français est très mal maintenant parce que je n'ai pas parlè la lange pendant longtemps.

Guess which one isn't evil?

 

https://www.google.com/takeaction/

The pink-clad woman on the left.

Excalibur exits the bus, hilt in hand. He stands up nervously against a nearby tree and listens intently to the forest. Odd...he doesn't seem to hear anything at all.

Excalibur sees Actaeon sleeping behind the driver's seat. He then looks over at the Reverend, "Ooh, do you know any Fleetwood Mac."

(Edit: Oops, I didn't notice the third page, my bad)

argh

 

too many tyrans

 

RUN

Meanwhile, back at the Tyran cloning factory...

Given how much I resent standardizes testing for its role in education...

Apparently the SAT's standardization method involves asking test-takers to answer the most dull and uninteresting essay prompt they could think of.

Didn't Marlenny have more than one account, or at least participate in account swapping?

My member is nothing interesting. When I first joined I was 8,030 which means I've fallen over 3,000 places. It's pretty interesting that so many accounts were deleted in the past five years.

I see we have a new avatar trend.

My head! It's going to explode!

(We now have publicly displayed member numbers now, apparently)

Ooh! Does that mean we get to have earmarks now?

As far as I know, mods/admins have not given out "CANNED" titles in a long time, so I guess some of the text in 16 and 17 is obsolete.

unless blinking pants throw char next to enemy (happened few times).

I found it oddly appropriate when blinking pants caused Nathalie to be eaten by a wolf.

Excalibur inspects the interior of the castle intensely. He steps out of rhythm as he trundles toward the door. "Meh, it's not as impressive as Camelot."

Actaeon: "There's a mystery here, and something tells me that the only way to solve it is to get back on that bus."

"That bus...maybe we should invest in a run-of-the-mill internal combustion engine next time," says the disheartened Excalibur. He glances at an oversized rabbit juggling plates and mutters, "...and I think one of us might have a case of myxomatosis."

The Reverend: "'There must be some way out of here,' said the the Joker to the Thief."

Excalibur nods solemnly, "But who is the Joker? And who is the Thief?" He kicks up some dirt and playfully stamps it into a neat little mound, only to destroy it in angst. Disinterested, he looks up and sees several fluffy masses of water suspended in a great sea of refracted blue light. A smile slowly engulfs his face and a dose of determination reanimates him. He deftly reaches for the hilt of his eponymous sword and reverently withdraws it from its scabbard. Those nearby squint as the gleaming blade saturates the surroundings with the brightness of thirty torches. He triumphantly raises the sword into the air, as if reaching for an object out of his reach.

A deep, resounding voice emanates from Excalibur's throat, "come, let us leave this place and march onward." He enters the bus with an accented stride, this time without the clumsiness of his previous exit.

Not surprising in a post-9/11 government. The Obama administration has even assassinated a US citizen without due process.

I was highly active in choir during high school but in college I have classes which come into conflict. I'm getting rather rusty now when it comes to music theory.

I have a fairly eclectic music collection, though there are some genres notably not represented.

Excalibur trips while exiting the bus and firmly plants his face into a tuft of grass. His head slowly creaks to one side like the entrance of a tomb. A few blades of grass clinging to his face reluctantly fall to the ground as he clumsily pulls himself to his feet. Some blood falls lazily from his upper lip and splats neatly on his scabbard, which is now glowing faintly. Suddenly, a thought strikes his mind and he takes the initiative to rummage through the contents of his pack. He gingerly removes a festively marked bottle of peppermint schnapps. Excalibur scratches his head: he doesn't remember how all of the schnapps left its bottle, in fact, he doesn't quite remember how he got here at all.

He rubs his forehead in bewilderment, "Well, at least I didn't turn into some sort of confounded equine homunculus."

Meructio is a character in the play Romeo and Juliet.

Seriously?

Happy Diwali.

I've only known of Diwali for about a month. We covered it in my religions class while going through the section on Indian religions.

I have a good ethernet connection, although on occasion it doesn't work for a few hours. Because all of my homework assignment are posted on the internet, having no connection is a problem.

I can't get Wi-Fi in my room because I'm up against a thick wall. The signal is strong if I walk out into the living room though.

Wow, we guys could be like in the record books for the longest tournament ever, let's maintain the pace .

I would be unsurprised if there were chess tournaments of longer duration. It's a game that people can play by correspondence after all.

I'm not sure exactly how results should be posted so I'll just follow Trenton's example.

[Event "WebChess Board #63"]

[site "WebChess"]

[Date "2012-11-10 17:55:01"]

[Result "1-0"]

1. h4 e5 2. d3 Nc6 3. Rh3 a5 4. c4 Bb4+ 5. Bd2 Nf6 6. a3 Bc5 7. b4 Bd4 8. Bc3

Ng4 9. f4 Bf2+ 10. Kd2 exf4 11. Bxg7 Nd4 12. Ra2 f3 13. exf3 Ne3 14. Qc1 Nb3+

15. Ke2 Nxc1+ 16. Kxf2 Nd1+ 17. Ke1 Ne3 18. Ne2 Nxa2 19. Kd2 Nxf1+ 20. Kc2 Qe7

21. Rh1 Qxe2+ 22. Kb3 a4# 1-0