This game is for serious roleplayers who get deep into character immersion and mature themes surrounding grand events in a sweeping fantasy epic...
...to avoid.
The characters are all Kobolds sent on a mission to acquire tasty babies for snacking on by themselves and King Torg (...). Since Kobolds are bumbling little bufoons whose stupidity is only surpassed by their uncontrollable desire to eat almost anything (but especially babies and ocassionaly each other), what could possibly go wrong?
I'm saving spots for Rodrigo and Queenie and for DangerGirl and The Universe since they are kind enough to host me. If any of you need to opt out then that's fine. That leaves two open slots thus far.
Me want play! (Gosh I may be really busy on the 14th since it is such an important holiday-*cough* *cough* but, I'll hollar back then to try for a spot)
Me like babies, juicy and pink. Leave 'em in a hole 'til they start to stink! Serve them up with tiny kittens, from cat fur we'll make new mittens!
__________________ "Something must be wrong with me and my brain - if I'm so patently unrewarding. But my dreams are for dreaming and best left that way - and my zero to your power of ten equals nothing at all." --- Ian Anderson, "One White Duck on Your Wall"
Last edited by Dovaj Viajiir; 11th February 2009 at 07:27 PM..
Reason: Added hail to King Torg so as to not be disqualified for speaking out before the 14th.
__________________ "Something must be wrong with me and my brain - if I'm so patently unrewarding. But my dreams are for dreaming and best left that way - and my zero to your power of ten equals nothing at all." --- Ian Anderson, "One White Duck on Your Wall"
__________________ "Something must be wrong with me and my brain - if I'm so patently unrewarding. But my dreams are for dreaming and best left that way - and my zero to your power of ten equals nothing at all." --- Ian Anderson, "One White Duck on Your Wall"