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We all know BeeGee would win the singing contest . . . Hands down. But you forgot one important event for X-Factorness. Out eating a bear in the gorging upon Pickled Beets.

Just because. Mostly for entertainment value. ANd because I've been watching The Oblongs way too much of late. A Halfling Throwing Contest. Basically, you charm some Halflings and Gnomes. Shave them bald, put them in skintight outfits (aerodynamics is a plus), get soem big burly manly men...

Mmm. Spell Slinging is a fun idea. But how would you control it? The binds of magic tend to run wide. I would have to suggest keeping spells at 9th level and below. Let's face it, an Epic Spell would win difficulty easy, even the lowliest epic spell requires you to roll a check to see if...

The sparring contest was done already. With the grand opening of the TMP. Took three days to do the whole thing. The combat idea just takes too long for something that's supposed to be a day event.

*steals the crumbs from the breaking of the cookie.* But I like the cookie. ANd geez, if I thought the Magi responses from my simple little question would have sparked so much controversy. I wouldn't have made it. All I was trying to do, was get them to add a little clarity to pictures as a...

I don't use graphics in my descriptions, instead I try to get what is what in the words. But some things you find you just can't describe easily with words. So now to the question. What if the text doesn't include any restricted items, but the graphic, containing an item you couldn't quite...

*a young Elf wanders to the corkboards. She looks over each post, her eyes stopping on the above. She shakes her head as she reads down each reply. She grabs up a pen, and parchment, scralling her own remarks.* Here is an idea. I'll even be kind and set it out in small parts easy enough to...

*An elven lass stares at the posts quietly. She shakes her head before scrawlign her own note.* How about you all just can the damn arguement and move on with your lives. If your two peoples are out to end the exsistance of each other. Just do it and save me the time of hunting. Not to...

Hehe, well then. A Forest Giant could fit. If she wanted to crick her neck by keeping it tilted down. Max height for them is only about seventeen to eighteen feet. But that's beside the point. More just a random thought I had to post. Besides, I have no clue why a Forest Giant would be in...

There is also a space between each period, as-well-as at the start and end of an Ellipsis. Like so. "Well . . . I . . . I don't know . . . " And please. Please! Take this into account. Nonetheless. It is one solid word. I get tired of 'none the less', and 'none-the-less' or any other...

How long have I been on site. I quit counting at six years . . .

*A young Elf woman moves along the boards. She blinks upon spotting this particular clipping. She gives her head a shake and scribbles out a reply.* Personally, I'd rather ash them. Perhaps stake them to a door by their hands, and sit back to await the cleansing breath of daylight. But do...

*An elf lass walks past the boards. Her eyes shifting over the various messages. Upon catching this one she merely rolls her eyes continuing to walk past.* "Oi, bodies ain't even in person and they bicker like Sladdi in heat . . ."

*sneaks up, giggling lightly.* RPing in the van! RPing in the van! RPing in the van! *slinks away.*

I say it again, Monkeys. The Monkeys rule the universe, especially those cunning Ninja Monkeys wielding the power of Sleepy Ninja Style. :uhoh: And I meh at Donny's post. Truthfully it should merely be . . . I ISRP therefore, . . . RPing in the Van, RPing in the Van. *cabbage patches...

Monkeys.

*THe young elf lass smirks as she reads the recent replies. She quickly pens her own.* So haste in seeking demise Defcarr? I have beaten you before, upon my own ability. And you seek me to find people to fight beside? You must be less intelligent than I originally believed if you think I...

Please remove the Roninband. I have no intention of moving them from WotC to ENworld or Den as a whole group. Although members of the band may still appear on the sites, they are in no way coming to the site en masse, nor will I be making another storyline for them to work through. This does...

*The Elf lass looks over the boards, her head shaking at this threat. She jots her own note quickly.* 1. Defcarr is my hunt, do not interfere with a previous responsibility. 2. Try me. Babylon Logos, the Discourse of the First, Slayer. *The Elf tacks up the note, turning with a quick...

*a young elf woman moves along the board, her eyes carefully moving over the posts as she walks. She comes to a halt, an eyebrow lifted as she goes over one in particular. She quietly jots her own note to add.* The same right that gives me reason to hunt a vampire. Or for them to be...