Menu
News
All News
Dungeons & Dragons
Level Up: Advanced 5th Edition
Pathfinder
Starfinder
Warhammer
2d20 System
Year Zero Engine
Industry News
Reviews
Dragon Reflections
White Dwarf Reflections
Columns
Weekly Digests
Weekly News Digest
Freebies, Sales & Bundles
RPG Print News
RPG Crowdfunding News
Game Content
ENterplanetary DimENsions
Mythological Figures
Opinion
Worlds of Design
Peregrine's Nest
RPG Evolution
Other Columns
From the Freelancing Frontline
Monster ENcyclopedia
WotC/TSR Alumni Look Back
4 Hours w/RSD (Ryan Dancey)
The Road to 3E (Jonathan Tweet)
Greenwood's Realms (Ed Greenwood)
Drawmij's TSR (Jim Ward)
Community
Forums & Topics
Forum List
Latest Posts
Forum list
*Dungeons & Dragons
Level Up: Advanced 5th Edition
D&D Older Editions, OSR, & D&D Variants
*TTRPGs General
*Pathfinder & Starfinder
EN Publishing
*Geek Talk & Media
Search forums
Chat/Discord
Resources
Wiki
Pages
Latest activity
Media
New media
New comments
Search media
Downloads
Latest reviews
Search resources
EN Publishing
Store
EN5ider
Adventures in ZEITGEIST
Awfully Cheerful Engine
What's OLD is NEW
Judge Dredd & The Worlds Of 2000AD
War of the Burning Sky
Level Up: Advanced 5E
Events & Releases
Upcoming Events
Private Events
Featured Events
Socials!
EN Publishing
Twitter
BlueSky
Facebook
Instagram
EN World
BlueSky
YouTube
Facebook
Twitter
Twitch
Podcast
Features
Top 5 RPGs Compiled Charts 2004-Present
Adventure Game Industry Market Research Summary (RPGs) V1.0
Ryan Dancey: Acquiring TSR
Q&A With Gary Gygax
D&D Rules FAQs
TSR, WotC, & Paizo: A Comparative History
D&D Pronunciation Guide
Million Dollar TTRPG Kickstarters
Tabletop RPG Podcast Hall of Fame
Eric Noah's Unofficial D&D 3rd Edition News
D&D in the Mainstream
D&D & RPG History
About Morrus
Log in
Register
What's new
Search
Search
Search titles only
By:
Forums & Topics
Forum List
Latest Posts
Forum list
*Dungeons & Dragons
Level Up: Advanced 5th Edition
D&D Older Editions, OSR, & D&D Variants
*TTRPGs General
*Pathfinder & Starfinder
EN Publishing
*Geek Talk & Media
Search forums
Chat/Discord
Menu
Log in
Register
Install the app
Install
Upgrade your account to a Community Supporter account and remove most of the site ads.
Community
Playing the Game
Play by Post
Generation Legacy: Issue #6
JavaScript is disabled. For a better experience, please enable JavaScript in your browser before proceeding.
You are using an out of date browser. It may not display this or other websites correctly.
You should upgrade or use an
alternative browser
.
Reply to thread
Message
<blockquote data-quote="Samnell" data-source="post: 1154206" data-attributes="member: 130"><p>Mark came home from the hospital and went straight to the pool, where he spent a good four hours fighting down nerves and incessant cravings. He'd been so close. If only he hadn't wussed out... Finally exhaustion won out over anxiety and he slept soundly through the remainder of the night.</p><p></p><p>With morning he confronted the ruin of his first ever legally acquired shirt and with some help from SARAH ordered a replacement, and got the same thing in dark blue and green while he was there. Mark decided he could get used to shopping online if he kept checking out without somebody trying to kill him. </p><p></p><p>Mark dressed for a long, therapeutic run in his black running shorts and one of the two zip up jerseys he'd bought but never had a chance to wear yet before he remembered one of the things that had been bugging him last night. He zipped his jersey all the way up the neck and did a few quick stretches while SARAH talked him through a tutorial on how to send video mail. The jersey material seemed a little floppy and Mark considered changing into the tank top as the tutorial finished.</p><p></p><p>A few false starts later, Mark looked at a live image of himself on the screen and decided to stick with the jersey. He thought he looked neat in it, clean. Nothing like a burned out stoner that dined in dumpsters. Mark tagged the button to start recording.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: skyblue">"Kelly, hi! I'm not sure when we'll see each other today, so I thought I'd better send something before I forgot again. You know that guy you're calling in to find the one that beat me up last night? I-I don't feel right about you paying for that. I'm pretty sure I can cover it and if I can't, I want to pay you back for it. Uh...thanks!"</span> Mark signed off awkwardly.</p><p></p><p>Mark saw he had a message and at the same time remembered the other thing he forgot last night. His long-legged swimsuit needed a good soaking. He picked up the damp black mound from the floor where he dropped and sniffed the growing smell with disgust. <em>Going to be the briefs for a while.</em> Mark didn't mind having to wear the briefer suit, but he felt bad about treating the other so poorly. He always took better care of his stuff than that. </p><p></p><p>By the time the spedy elite satisfied himself he'd done all he could for the swimsuit and left it to soak in his sink it was nearly noon and he had water all over his jersey. Mark rolled his eyes and changed into his other jersey, this one black on white. Leaving it unzipped for the moment he went to view the new message, from Tommy.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><em>Good, Tommy took care of Star and...THAT'S HIM!</em> Mark made a nasty gesture at the image that would have gotten him shot not too long ago. <span style="color: skyblue">"Me and my friends are going to take you apart!"</span> he hissed becoming angrier as he realized he was watching Star being taken apart, cut off by his door bursting open. Mark was on his feet in a blur before he recognized Star.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><span style="color: skyblue">"STAR! You're ok! I just heard from Tommy,"</span> without a thought Mark rushed Star and hugged her tightly. <span style="color: skyblue">"I just saw that guy beating you up. Why were you still there? You should have been gone."</span> Mark suddenly realized what he was doing, pressed up against Star with his chest half bare and wearing shorts that didn't make it halfway down to his knees and let go abruptly, turning red.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: skyblue">"Oh geez, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-"</span> Mark babbled helplessly, thankful for the moment he'd dressed out for running instead of swimming, even if the nylon in his shorts wasn't any thicker than his swimsuits. At least he was a little further from being completely naked while rubbing all over her like some kind of hornball.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Samnell, post: 1154206, member: 130"] Mark came home from the hospital and went straight to the pool, where he spent a good four hours fighting down nerves and incessant cravings. He'd been so close. If only he hadn't wussed out... Finally exhaustion won out over anxiety and he slept soundly through the remainder of the night. With morning he confronted the ruin of his first ever legally acquired shirt and with some help from SARAH ordered a replacement, and got the same thing in dark blue and green while he was there. Mark decided he could get used to shopping online if he kept checking out without somebody trying to kill him. Mark dressed for a long, therapeutic run in his black running shorts and one of the two zip up jerseys he'd bought but never had a chance to wear yet before he remembered one of the things that had been bugging him last night. He zipped his jersey all the way up the neck and did a few quick stretches while SARAH talked him through a tutorial on how to send video mail. The jersey material seemed a little floppy and Mark considered changing into the tank top as the tutorial finished. A few false starts later, Mark looked at a live image of himself on the screen and decided to stick with the jersey. He thought he looked neat in it, clean. Nothing like a burned out stoner that dined in dumpsters. Mark tagged the button to start recording. [color=skyblue]"Kelly, hi! I'm not sure when we'll see each other today, so I thought I'd better send something before I forgot again. You know that guy you're calling in to find the one that beat me up last night? I-I don't feel right about you paying for that. I'm pretty sure I can cover it and if I can't, I want to pay you back for it. Uh...thanks!"[/color] Mark signed off awkwardly. Mark saw he had a message and at the same time remembered the other thing he forgot last night. His long-legged swimsuit needed a good soaking. He picked up the damp black mound from the floor where he dropped and sniffed the growing smell with disgust. [I]Going to be the briefs for a while.[/I] Mark didn't mind having to wear the briefer suit, but he felt bad about treating the other so poorly. He always took better care of his stuff than that. By the time the spedy elite satisfied himself he'd done all he could for the swimsuit and left it to soak in his sink it was nearly noon and he had water all over his jersey. Mark rolled his eyes and changed into his other jersey, this one black on white. Leaving it unzipped for the moment he went to view the new message, from Tommy. [I]Good, Tommy took care of Star and...THAT'S HIM![/I] Mark made a nasty gesture at the image that would have gotten him shot not too long ago. [color=skyblue]"Me and my friends are going to take you apart!"[/color] he hissed becoming angrier as he realized he was watching Star being taken apart, cut off by his door bursting open. Mark was on his feet in a blur before he recognized Star. [color=skyblue]"STAR! You're ok! I just heard from Tommy,"[/color] without a thought Mark rushed Star and hugged her tightly. [color=skyblue]"I just saw that guy beating you up. Why were you still there? You should have been gone."[/color] Mark suddenly realized what he was doing, pressed up against Star with his chest half bare and wearing shorts that didn't make it halfway down to his knees and let go abruptly, turning red. [color=skyblue]"Oh geez, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-"[/color] Mark babbled helplessly, thankful for the moment he'd dressed out for running instead of swimming, even if the nylon in his shorts wasn't any thicker than his swimsuits. At least he was a little further from being completely naked while rubbing all over her like some kind of hornball. [/QUOTE]
Insert quotes…
Verification
Post reply
Community
Playing the Game
Play by Post
Generation Legacy: Issue #6
Top