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| 18 Aug 2015 07:00 PM |
| I will make a backstory of your roblox character based on how your character looks. Keep it serious, and don't retroplay. |
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| 18 Aug 2015 07:02 PM |
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
~well im out of ideas, sorry!~ |
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kitrain
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| 18 Aug 2015 07:03 PM |
| Okay Pick, what era? This is all the info I need. |
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leggieboo
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| 18 Aug 2015 07:18 PM |
Leggieboo:
A woman was on stage, known as the newspaper woman. She was performing in front of hundreds of people.
"I am the art lady." Newspaper cranes flew from the sides of the stage. Supposed "special effects".
She folds a piece of newspaper into a pirate like hat, and gets a large paper amount, spreading it across the floor. She picks up glue, and puts it on most of the corners of the small sheets of paper. She folds them, turning them into what looks like the hull of a ship. She then gets a group of the inner part of a toilet paper roll, the brown cylinder pieces, and stacks them, gluing them together. She ties the pieces of paper to the stacks and rows of the rolls, and creates a sail. Amusing the audience once more, the paper boat magically floats off stage.
"You should use your powers more seriously, [insert name]." A feminine voice is heard.
"Yes, Art Goddess." She says, bowing. |
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| 18 Aug 2015 07:19 PM |
| (boudini a roblox avatar isnt serious) |
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| 18 Aug 2015 07:29 PM |
rock:
This man tipped his hat at the elder man, walking over to the local cafe. He walks in, setting his hat down. He hears a few footsteps from behind swinging around, his long brunette hair swinging along with it. He looks at two men, probably on performance enhancing drugs, one equipped with brass knuckles, and one with a baseball bat. Both of them looking at him, angry, apparently. The one to his left being pale and bald, sporting a headband and gray eyes, wearing a muscle shirt and faded jeans. The one to his right a mexican/black man, having a dark brown afro, and a dark black tee, along with gray sweatpants. He had an earing in his left ear.
"Nice try, theif." One of them aims a kick for his head, the man dropping to the floor. This man ripped a bat from one of their hands, swinging it into the bald man's head. Getting up, the other man had enough time to grab him and slam him through the glass window above the cafe counter. Landing under the dark skinned man, the man began to choke him, when the man under him headbutted him.
"They call me Rock for a reason, loser!" He said, slamming his foot down on the dark skinned man's nose as he got up. He reached into the sweatpants pocket, finding a piece of paper that read:
"Catch this man, I want em dead."
An assassin. Rock thought for a moment. Why would anyone send an assassin after him, until he realised:
A few years back, he witnessed a man robbing a older man. Just before the thug was able to fatally injure the elder, he saw Rock and ran off.
He had been framed
(ask me to continue if you want, rock.)
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| 18 Aug 2015 07:30 PM |
ancient, mageec times where people used to throw their balls
of fire at you and swung swords and maces the size of a door |
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| 18 Aug 2015 07:41 PM |
(Whatever you want, smart.)
rock:
Walking down the roads yet again, he peeked into a small alleyway. Searching for suspicion, he walks into the alleyway, while being shady, didn't seem like an assassin hideout.
"Anyone know about a local assassin group?"
A paler man made a hand motion, most likely meaning for him to come over. Rock did so.
"He took all my stuff. I saw a red skull marking on the shoulder of his jacket, though. If you could track em down, you'd have my every thanks." He spoke quickly.
"You have my thanks, actually. I appreciate the help." Rock walked out of the alleyway, searching for a place to eat.
shadow:
The old wizard casted a few fireballs and ice spikes at the target dummy with his staff, hearing a knock on his door. Opening it, he noticed a rather frail knight.
"May I?" The knight asked through a small crack in the door.
"Alright, alright." The old wizard undid multiple locks, opening the wooden door to his large tower.
"Listen, I need a mentor and help on the field. We are currently having a war with the southern kingdom, the Hellhound army, and I can't handle a sword over my life. If you'd mentor me and help our team as a whole, I'd love it." The man asked.
"Always accepting students, am I." He handed him a staff, a rather aging one.
"Think of a fireball, and cast at that target." The old man suggested.
The knight didn't do too well. The staff exploded in flames, putting a small trail of them on the wood floor. The old wizard quickly poured water from a bucket over the floor.
"You need more training." The wizard shook his head. |
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| 18 Aug 2015 07:44 PM |
| Modern fantasy, bitte? I'd like to see what you come with based purely off my regular avatar. I do have some variations, but I rarely use them. |
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| 18 Aug 2015 07:45 PM |
you captured me well. I do, indeed, think people would f%$! up horribly and then shake my head as they do.
MOAR! ENCORE! |
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| 18 Aug 2015 07:47 PM |
| Modern sci-fi horror-ish, with some gore and no "adult content", if you know what I mean. |
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| 18 Aug 2015 07:51 PM |
PwnerOfGod: He walked through the streets, when it was raining in the cold, cold moonlight mist sidewalk. "I'm getting soaked!" Yelled PwnerOfGod. He quickly ran through the streets to his apartment in ROBLOXian Host. Watching the moon mist on to his window, he wondered, "...Its time." quickly depressed. He opened his door, and saw his balcony. The accident was when he fell off. He did not die. He woke up, In a staticy glitchy form.
His eyes pitch white, the ability to teleport and make stuff appear. This is when he became a god. Flying back into his balcony, he thought this was the beginning, oh, only the beginning.
He remembers birth, staring at his certificate. 10:00 PM passed. So, Pwn went to bed and watched some quality TV. Waking up in the morning, he thought the dream of the balcony and the ghost form had passed. "it wasn't a dream!..cool." Said Pwn, In a deep fear, as if this was bad.
"I'm a loser! Look at my eyes! My body!" Said Pwn, tearing from his blocky blocky eyes. Later..Pwn thought within his mind this was the beginning of a new life. A new life, as PwnerOfGod.
The end. Copyright Pwn Studios - 2015 - wutever |
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| 18 Aug 2015 07:56 PM |
smart:
As the teenager was walking back home from the lake, still a bit depressed from losing her dog, she trips on the pavement. She gets back up, dusting her jeans.
"Hmph."
As she walks back home, she sees a small facility said to be closed, and a blue eyed, ginger and white Siberian husky roaming inside of it. It was her dog Bucktail, named after one of the book series she used to read. Walking towards him, she realizes ash marks all over him.
"He got burned?" She says, a bit concerned, almost stepping into the electric fence, like the clumsy teenager she is.
She looks over to a large rock on the curb, picking it up. She attempts to throw it at the fence, making a smaller hole than she wanted, but it would still work.
"Bucktail, come here! Bucktail!" She chants.
The dog steps, and starts to breathe hot blue flames.
"WOAH!" She steps far back, stumbling.
"What happened...?" Bucktail still goes after her, but doesn't do that again, until later...
(ur gan have to wait a bit shadow sorreh) |
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