The "I'm Bored" Conversation Thread

[Illysia]

*implements glassblowing and puts a glass bubble around Rigwyn to keep the rats off*

Can't do anything about the flies though...

[LigH]

I wish I could have witnessed that all in game...

[Illysia]

That would require us to actually be there I'm afraid and I am now caught up in regular RPs elsewhere these days.

[Rigwyn]

* Rigwyn taps on the glass while gazing through with sad, puppy dog eyes.

Oh, RP elsewhere my ass. You are not. 

[LigH]

No matter which RP, this or elsewhere, I wish I would notice them and could join them. But it seems that they always happen when and where I am not.

[Illysia]

*looks around shifty like*

Well if you want to see some of my RP, I have two posted... here... and here but unfortunately most of my RPs are not up there. Most of my RPs are more casual and not part of a continuing story, but unlike most people I do bother to make logs of almost all of my RPs. That game unfortunately does not automatically make logs, but it does have a more customizable chat window and copy and paste.

As I go along and get into more capers that lead into a story and not just casual encounters I will post more logs to that site. You should see the agenda I wrote up for the first Senate Meeting, it's going to be a real doosy when we hold it in game.

*plants her head firmly between her knees and waits until the meeting to kiss her behind goodbye*

[Rigwyn]

*Sets a bear trap*

[bloodedIrishman]

Riggy tryina set a bear trap
but dem trap-makin skillz is wack
Counter-movin, a knife in his back

[Illysia]

*puts a shiny magic sword in the trap*
Forgot bait....

[bloodedIrishman]

It's a trap so Riggy can't ignore
dat shiny azz sword. Sucka!!!

[Rigwyn]

*impulsively swipes the sword*

Snap!

( does he get caught in the trap? you decide )

[bloodedIrishman]

Yeah, yeah, the trap awaits
Swipin', Riggy takes the bait
The trap snaps, snap snap!
Now he ain't go no mo hand
And no mo fap fap.

Say whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

[Rigwyn]

And there it dangles from the trap,
meat on bone with veins and fat.
A horrified Outlaw gasps  in shock,
no longer able to shake the hands of his venerable friends and acquaintances.

[bloodedIrishman]

Kull moves in fo da kill
breath stinkin' of that Oja swill
poppin caps in Riggys azz
till dat Outlaw goes out to pas
ture.

[Rigwyn]

With the cunning of Qata,
He rose from the dead
Using magicks unspoken,
and all sparkely red.

He disabled the Kull
With a great blue way blast
He erased all his memories
Azure magicks, he cast!

A master of crystal,
brown, blue, and red
he could never be harmed
he could never be dead.

With a snap of his fingers
as if just a lark,
he left this poor fur ball
alone in the dark.