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0c105b No.356472

Hail, o wander'r

Cold and tired

Take a seat

For I've conspir'd

With the spirtis

Ice and fire.

Partake of meat

Partake of lyre

Let the song and steam

Rise higher.

From whence came thee, o traveller strange

To find thyself near Thorgrim's range

For these are ill times, exodite

Filled with hate, and filled with spite.

Art thee alone? Or with a friend?

Perhaps some villain's life to end?

Thy strength and manner hard to see,

Neath ash, neath sand, thus I prithee,

As we now sup, and sit in silence,

hidden from the storm's great violence

To tell thy tale, ere night doth fall

What say thee, trav'ler, to my call?

My greetings, /monster/ joyful, merry.

In this new thread I shall not tarry.

The rules of action, new, untested,

Perhaps of merit, perhaps bested.

Present thine action, without prompt;

thy only guide thy sense and skill

the consequences: praised or stomp'd?

If it is thy truest will,

respond in meter! I'll be thrilled!

Deduce among thyselves what's wisdom

Folly too, though there be schism

I will tally vote and theory

Unanimous clear or chaotic 'nd bleary.

Your name? Your kind? Your skills and traits?

Thy growth imagine; among petty, or greats?

Yet take great caution, goodly friends!

For every choice breeds evil ends.

For greater prowess jealousy seeds

Along with fame, or infamy breeds.

So if thou would be a god midst kin

Beware the godly threats within!

If thou would grow, from sources humbled

Thine path wilt be atfirst, less rumbl'd

Now o friends! Tis time to act! Detail thy histr'y, name, and facts!

Such challenges shall I give thee, to test thy mind, thy spirit free.

As for me, with brush, I'm novice.

No mighty draughtsman, nor without promise.

For now, I'm sea, and I am sand.

Have thee questions, 'bout present land?

____________________________
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5d7a44 No.356474

The name should be Anon, as it always is

From 18 we have worked in the thievery biz

At 25 now, and skilled in archery

We also keep a dagger, to deal with our quarry

Though they're usually for meat, considering our profession

Sometimes one cannot keep much desired discretion

I look forward to seeing this thread updated

Since I've always thought Child of Light was pretty underrated

This may be the single worst post I've ever made on this board

I hope you don't expect every reply to rhyme its last word

Oh God make it stop

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0c105b No.356476

The first step taken, the first thought broached.

With every word, the future approach'd.

As it is now, so shall it be.

From first response, two days have ye.

Words of rhyme hold greater weight

To name thy path, to choose thy fate!

Now we weave our tale of yore;

Welcome, >>356474

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ab4b11 No.356526

Hunter be hunted, coin for my head.

A price for my body alive or dead.

A bet in good jest had left a foul taste

and the loser did hunt me with much haste.

I made good my escape through a window and more,

my pursers took longer as they went through the door.

Speedy steed underfoot, though not my own

I took it as payment for my bet as a loan.

The ones who gave chase may have seen a different light.

I did not wish to contest them as they wanted a fight.

A pleasant pettled plantgirl would offer a nice seduction

but I'm not story's writer I just wrote the introduction.

If my plot is selected and any weight it may bare

introduce a plant girl and give her some tentacle to spare

If a plantgirl is out of the question, think of it as a hopeful suggestion

A sultry centaur to ride would be most acceptable too,

she could serve as transport and a love interest for (you)

This thread will either work well or crash down in a flame,

at least it won't be my fault, we'll only have the OP to blame.

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0c105b No.356673

>>356526

>>356474

'twould seem that thy quite roguish past

was exciting and really a blast!

But the creditors seek

Though themselves very meek,

An 'entangling' trap to upcast!

A thief then, it seems very cleared.

As debtors and creditors neared

A man on the run

who desires some 'fun'

hath thus far his fate strangely steered.

But this thief and this rogue,

(Robin Hood is in vogue)

By what manner threat is he chased?

What foes and what friends has our man thus far faced

Though the meter is weary, our man, I've a theory, has much more within his eclouge.

There once was a man named Anon.

His previous life newly gone.

Escaping the law

Without fear, without flaw

O what manner of tale shall we spawn?

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ab4b11 No.356702

File: ac1f22471cf9c3e⋯.jpg (53.55 KB,720x860,36:43,some plant girl.jpg)

File: 55d3673c7668d12⋯.jpg (43.09 KB,429x750,143:250,some manner of plant girl.jpg)

>>356673

Scale-ridden bodies, claws on their hands and feet.

those of the lizard clan were quite capable and elite.

They don't care for man with their soft exterior

and view them as weak and terribly inferior.

To lose a bet to one is a great insult for sure

that one of the lizard clan could ever endure.

They had their sights set on Anon

they would not allow him to flee.

The horse he stole was feeble

which soon he would see.

***

Stamina spent the mount began to falter and slow.

The ones who gave chase were now close in tow.

A quick dive to a bush after a slap to the steed

had them chasing the horse that Anon had freed.

They'd be wise to ruse once they closed the gap

and Anon would be waiting ready with a trap.

They circled back around and then

Anon readied his bow and the string did bend.

Before he let fly the arrow quite keen

a fragrance pervaded from someplace unseen.

Senses askew he shook his head to see straight

while those of lizard clan started to abate.

An affliction yet seen could be tasted in the air

it was potent enough to give the lizard men a scare.

***

The Darkveil wood was not oft' entered

as are most places where evil is centered.

Anon crept low and kept aware as he crawled

lest he foment some fate to leave him sprawled.

Bushes and vines tangled and snared

he got stuck for a moment and felt a bit scared.

Thorns pricked and sticked and poked sharply

but Anon used his dagger an cut them artly.

Finally free of aggressive plants laid low

Anon stood up and stretched from to toe to elbow.

"If the darkness does dare who goes there?"

A soft voice in the night caught Anon unaware.

The fragrance from before was stronger in the air.

It would appear his escape led him to some wooded lair.

Obviously a plantgirl hides in the night but I've written enough and need no more spotlight.

Op if he cares can continue and then I'll supplement more of my rhyme with him.

If control he's ceded with care unpleaded then I will continue completely unimpeded.

If I've steered us quite wrong then OP sing me your song and we'll find some way to ferry this story along.

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ab4b11 No.356705

File: a8f05761318aaca⋯.jpg (Spoiler Image,40.36 KB,300x395,60:79,van goddamnit.jpg)

>>356702

I had tagged the do not bump and spoiler boxes

but for whatever reason, it bumped and went unspoiled anyway. Must have been the quick reply…

So sad to say

It's my bad today.

I think we'll be okay.

Next time I'll post the right way.

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0c105b No.356757

File: 0cde631cfb64817⋯.png (3.69 MB,2000x1200,5:3,Lean to.png)

File: 23984820c9998ad⋯.png (3.85 MB,2000x1200,5:3,The monk and the fire.png)

Thy choices tallied, thoughts compiled, I've read thy efforts with great smiles! It seems Anon's a roguish man! From lizardfolk he quickly ran! An for the seekers of ladies botanic; fear not good sirs, no need for panic! The threads of glory shimmer faintly, (and while I am no author saintly); I see a plot before me weave, with chance to love and chance to grieve. I'll soon detail the Wood Dark-veil; the memr'ies of our hero oe'r ale.

Thy current place; the old-man's tent

From ragged pace; Anon is spent!

Thorgrim's Range, the land thee walk

Though foul lizards surely stalk!

'Tis ash-season, dark and hot

The winds doth whip, deflecting shot.

For more detail, do ask the man,

Who for now, shares frying pan!

The kindly man hath shared his food

(You must concur it was quite good!)

Thy skills are now established too.

(You were not greedy: I thank you!)

An able bowman, hunter, thief; from lizardfolk we seek relief! What thing was stolen, wilt thou share? Perhaps some trinket, loom-of-heir?

——————————————————————————————

The man before you, cloak quite frayed

listens as tent by ash is flayed

he notes thy name, and ponders, briefly

as if some memory exists, though chiefly

He calmly listens to you prate.

"I am Anon" you clearly state!

"I've troubl'd locksmiths from age eight!"

"My bowmanship is quite formidable."

"My skill with dagger, equ'lly consid'rable."

"I live a free life without tariffs, for I always evade sheriffs,"

He chuckles with a reedy voice

>> "Hoho my boy! A wondrous choice!"

His wheezing breath is cleft asunder

The sky's black mien revealing thunder.

>> "Damn'd raiju…"

The old man complained.

>> "Cannot they see, t'aint proper rain!?"

He grumbles, gripes, and fumes some too,

At last when his tirade is through

He turns, much changed, and says to you

>> "A rogue must face the path he's chosen."

Intones the reedy man, face frozen.

With reflex worthy of a cat, he snaps his fingers; quick as that!

And lo, a fell-fire burns quite brightly!

A cyan, pale-sea fire, sightly.

It throws nor heat, but much great light.

The old man giveth you this fright!

His entrance fire, free of magic

Still flutters freely, unpelagic.

The man commands, with many voices

>> "Anon. Within the flame lie choices."

>> "Wither you bring joy or terror"

>> "Thy choices right, or deep in error"

>> "Neath the dead wind, neath the mountain"

>> "Lieth gold and silver fountain!"

"What magic this?" You quickly query

The old man's figure, newly bleary,

Begins to fade, as if ethereal,

His body seems most immaterial!

The din of thunder, greater now,

Doth little clear response allow.

And as the fell-fire spreads o'er he,

You swear his face shows little pain; 'tis glee!

Before you muster questions new

This magic-man recedes from view.

A simple note, a tent, some papers,

Along with somewhat sulfrous vapors,

Are all that now of him remain.

You now sit wond'ring, wracking brain.

============================

What shall you do? What of this fountain!

Lizards pursue you near the mountains.

Take stock, Anon. 'Tis now begun.

What answers for thy plight are won?

From here, your wand'rings are your own.

Hell, if you want, you'll be a stone!

Feel free to ask of nature 'nd land

I'm happy to lend forth a hand.

Request quite freely! Map, Status, Clothes;

Not a single of these shall I oppose.

As it is now, so shall it be. Two days, from first reply, have thee.

Do recommend thy thoughts for changes,

As the structure re-arranges.

Thy criticism, worth pale gold,

That I might decent be, afore old!

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ab4b11 No.356844

File: 71ff0eac331742d⋯.gif (1.73 MB,400x225,16:9,magic man.gif)

>>356757

Where to begin with such a dazzling display

and with such commands to lead him today?

Hunger yet quenched and stomach half full

the magic man could have left after the gruel.

Fair enough as the food was partially his own,

Anon wished for more but now was alone.

Benevolent tone withstanding could such a man be trusted?

Going from flesh to flame and then to have combusted?

Search the tent and papers and the note to boot.

Gather up everything that looks like valuable loot.

No need to stay and wager a fools folly

The lizard clan about are not exactly jolly.

***

Nothing was stolen, save the horse for the bet

but that was not stealing, just payment not met.

If he wanted to rob them they'd naught a clue

brutes as they are their brains aren't as true.

If such a transgression can be truly stated

The lizard clan owe Anon, tis' substantiated.

Stretch of his word and stretch of his luck

Anon cut his losses and packed up his ruck.

***

If nothing is at hand and there's no fire to start

Anon should not tarry and soon attempt to depart.

No coins to spare save some for a cheap bed,

one night at an inn and poverty he'll soon tread.

Work will be required, illicit or fair.

One has to eat, you can't live on air.

Let footfalls lead Anon where he might find work.

Any job will do but he prefers shadows to lurk.

Magical man? Magical plan?

Not sure if I understand.

Hope for the best, Prepare to be slighted.

If his true intent is cruel he will be smited.

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b348b9 No.356859

>>356757

>>356844

What a mysterious magical man,

who has knowledge of Fate's future plan.

Let us not tarry, lest things get real hairy.

Let us flee, far from the lizard clan.

With a bounty, working for cash

might incite police trouble in a flash.

May we carefully seek with whom we might speak

and our counsel not be too rash.

Sneak in the darkness, hide in the night

be wary of tricksters and spies.

Find ways to make coin without starting a fight

among numerous vigilant eyes.

Let's spare the time to ask those we meet

and see what things we can learn

about our lizard pursuers (quick on their feet);

Can we once again their favor earn?

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ab4b11 No.357118

File: b02ef87df3bb1dd⋯.jpg (Spoiler Image,54.35 KB,800x700,8:7,it's not liek I like you.jpg)

>>356859

I think it's important and must be stated

Not all lizards are by blood, related.

In high regard, man is held not

by nearly any of the lizard lot.

While such a feeling is not a universal persuasion

to meet them kindly is a fairly rare occasion.

Regardless if we should see the same clan,

around lizards, caution should be the plan.

~~~

Discretion is key and charisma should be used

'tis better to have friends than to be abused.

Besides, lizard women are quite fun in bed.

No need for covers, they'll use you instead.

To tackle such tail would be an impressive deed.

If it can be managed they will fight for your seed.

Not my favorite as they're cold to the touch.

At least they're not goo girls or some such.

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0c105b No.359654

'Pologies for the long delay, for in the hospital I did stay.

My release secured, I'll be back soon,

For thy patience, I'll grant a boon

Two updates for the price of one!

The art and story's now begun!

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2bf4cd No.359662

File: 9dd2d06006f269c⋯.png (366.45 KB,945x873,105:97,spider bullying.png)

>>359654

I'll be honest and I shall not lie.

I was starting to wonder if you did die.

Posts withstanding, no bumps to be seen,

content in this thread was rather lean.

If the drought continued to a point beyond reproach.

I'd have made another thread or some similar approach.

So get to posting soon but don't rush out the rhyme.

Stay the typos, and get it done on your own time.

For the prolonged exhibition of your recovery mission

I don't seek sedition and don't want to start a fission.

but a palntgirl I fancy and I feel somewhat ancy

so insert her soon and give her a chance, see?

Make sure that death doesn't greet you too soon.

Content such as yours, for this board, is a boon.

Bullying picture unrelated.

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0c105b No.359971

File: c050454a1405191⋯.png (4.76 MB,2000x1200,5:3,Thorgrim's rage.png)

'pon sifting through the remnants of the magic-man's display

and sighing deep frustration at the magical affray

a scroll of musty vellum writ with words that faintly glow

settles on the table neatly as if the year's first snow.

The title titillates, telling tales of teed-off Thorgrim,

(If you are truly honest, in your school you did ignore him)

Yet even now the sickly glow begins to grace the mountains

And you know the ghosts will flood, as if they'd sprung from fountains

Assessing all remaining riches, (some petty gems, some salted fishes),

Anon absconds, the lighting flashes, his cloak accruing yet more ashes.

The parchments and the pouches, nestled close against your chest

Should provide enough by way of wealth to earn a little rest.

The vigor of the ashen storm and shifting of the dune

Is to a semi-fugitive, a deeply welcome boon.

Yet lizardfolk (and mayhaps more!) are keen and crafty trackers

And once their blood is up 'bout something, surely they're no slackers!

Ahead, the dunes, behind, the threat,

To east, the range, to west, sunset.

And where the final sunlight spills, o'er western dunes and scrubland hills,

Doth lie the swamp, and then the sea; perhaps a ship, might see you free.

Yet many eyes in docks do pry and mayhaps there in wait the lizards lie!

Amidst the weighty cardinal choice, you swear you might have heard a voice.

Afore precaution quite sets in, your head is filled with awful din;

You see with eyes not quite your own, and hear a dirge smote out of stone!

——————————————————————————

(In the key of Cmin)

'Cmin' 'Eb' 'G' 'Eb' 'Cmin'

Of Thorgrim's Range, there's much to tell.

A mountain's change, a sulfrous smell.

By night or day, may fire rain.

'Cmin' 'Eb' 'Dmin' 'D' 'Cmin' 'Bmin'

For those who stay, naught but great pain.

'Cmin' 'A' 'Bb' 'A' 'Eb' 'D'

Yet strength and skill, did some re-prieve,

For them their will, did fire out-seethe.

Cmin Eb G Eb C

A people strong of ash and sand,

now holds great power o'er land.

Their kin art strong and noble too,

I fear their numbers very few.

If thou art man, mamono, beast or god

Thy feet now on their holy soil doth trod.

With grace and kindness find escape,

While callousness shall summon rape,

And so it shall be for all time,

'ere mountain turns again to lime.

The weather harsh, the winds doth whip

No soggy marsh, will trav'ler trip.

The peaks of stone, now stained black

Do shake and groan, and often crack.

And when the land, 'pon which all breed,

Doth smite good stablehand, and steed,

In rains of black, of jagged stone,

That spareth neither babe nor crone,

Take shelter! Return to thy home!

For many don't, and lie in loam.

For here, within this sea of sand,

Now black and feared, yet once so grand,

The mountains take, the priests still pray,

The bakers bake, their fears allayed

With blessed soil, where 'tis found

Shall hardy toil, sow the ground.

The farming here, is bounteous still

Though yet much fear, prevades these hills.

For Thorgrim's anger may provoke,

What once neath greener mountains woke.

It split the peaks, it ravaged land

It dried the creeks, it spit forth sand

And so did Thorgrim's people fail.

With nary but one thundrous wail.

Yet still upon these dunes, they wait.

They'll sleep for many moons, saith fate.

But not forever, fate decreed.

Their spirits, wrathful, still doth bleed.

Their anger towards the mountain-folk,

Hath driven them their chains to yoke,

And often now they seige the burrows,

Their axes, swords, leave horrid furrows

The bodies rended, skulls deep cloven,

And so their sorrow'd tale is woven.

The spectral arms of man, mamono,

Be it spear or sword or bolo

Fade as sunlight reaches sand

And wisps of spirits solid stand

Afore they too, make good their flights

They blow again, to moonless nights.

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2bf4cd No.359990

>>359971

If thy danger sense doth tingle

then thy objective is then single.

Step in the shadow and creep in the shade.

Hide in the bushes and ply thy trade.

No need to tempt fate where light may betray.

Let us move during the night and rest in the day.

If it's safe to follow where the light breaks the trees

then bound through the hollow and run like the breeze.

We should make good the escape to the dunes if we dare

and if good time is made then to the swamp from there.

Such travel will take a toll on our feet

as is often the case with a hasty retreat.

Borrow rest where we may but don't wager our life,

sleep someplace safe and let us avoid some strife.

Let charisma hold sway for encounters first bite

and if they be cheeky then prepare for a fight.

If violence can be avoided that would be for the best.

No sense getting tired when we're going to need rest.

If kindness they offer then we should be kind turn.

We'll perhaps pocket a prize that we properly earn.

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bf01b2 No.361915

File: 00a2bfa520a2d54⋯.jpg (301.02 KB,720x693,80:77,2e4lcsm9hsz01.jpg)

T'WON'T GET ANNOYING AT ALL, HE SAID

YOU WON'T GET A HEADACHE AT ALL, HE SAID

YOU WON'T WANT TO MURDER ME WITH A BLUNT SPORK SMALL, HE SAID

YOU CAN RHYME TOO, HE SAID

"NIGGERS", I SAID.

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0c105b No.362830

>>361915

It would seem in the game of rhyme you're ahead!

For all of these sayings your mind, it has bled!

I apologize friend, if it causeth you grief,

When free of this gurney I'll grant some relief

(someone get me a fucking shoggoth to rearrange the human nervous system that doesn't start randomly dying off, I'll try to maintain the thread as best I can, but half of it might end up being from a hospital so less art)

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2bf4cd No.362839

File: a77a39ccea95282⋯.jpg (51.8 KB,720x405,16:9,crying andy.jpg)

>>362830

On death's door or mayhaps in some hospital bed.

If you should rest in peace I'll post in your stead.

I hope you don't die as such a departure would be premature

Yet, if daises you should push up I'll somehow endure.

Regardless of where your fate might lay.

Do venture a post soon, if not today.

Give unto us a moniker which we might quote in rhyme

and you can live after you're dead in this thread for all time.

Hopefully thine sickness doth abate

and death won't choose you to take.

If not, let's hope for all of our sake,

you might meet your waifu after the wake.

wew that's morbid

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2bf4cd No.367106

File: 5fae0d080a80727⋯.png (474.59 KB,680x567,680:567,e12.png)

>>362839

>last post from the OP was over a month ago.

You don't need to continue the story but let us know if you're still among the living eh?

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2bf4cd No.376658

Dice rollRolled 15 (1d20)

>>362839

Op yet ordained and lost to the veil.

The river Styx he paddles and sets sail.

To maintain his legacy, lest we forget

this story wasn't the best but it wasn't shit.

I'll take up the mantle with diligence and care

and post in his style and take his place as I dare.

No notes for his tale, his last words have been lost

but I'll conjure my own and endure the cost.

The nameless one who sleeps is now lost to time,

his loving waifu abrest, may his rest be sublime.

Our first roll to call him, let the dice cry out to fate.

We'll dedicate a character through chance and create.

Roll an icosahedron and name him as you will.

He'll appear sometime later for some added thrill.

In the meantime plotwise I'll have to foot the bill

but at least for the time being the thread isn't kill.

In the off chance that OP somehow isn't dead

I'll welcome him back and return to him his thread.

update- Moderately soon. Sooner than OP at least. RIP in peace OP.

Rolling for- Janardan

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851237 No.376808

File: a6fe7d19fc68e3a⋯.jpg (46.63 KB,1600x1200,4:3,Vaporwave Mist.jpg)

>>376658

>>367106

>tfw you get out of the hospital after a few months or so and you've been gone long enough the Siberian telegraph exchange website you put bad art and poems on has taken up the beginning of the story you made

I'm honestly touched; good news is not ded and not likely to be, bad news is still literally months of recovery before I'm allowed to do much of anything, which unfortunately includes writing/drawing

continue with my blessing (if you want to), if anything it'll be more interesting to see what someone else does with the fragments in place

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2bf4cd No.376810

>>376808

No one replied to name you other than myself Mr. deadman. I'd ask you give us a name in case you manage to die for real next time. That or you can roll for your name if you really wanna hand the reigns to me for the long run.

I can try and emulate your style of poetry but it's not going to be 1:1 even if I really studied it thoroughly.

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851237 No.376811

>>376810

No need to emulate; if and when I get well enough to do more writing again, it'll probably be for a different story, as I've lost most of the notes and such, as well as any mental sense of where things were going. I won't have too much time on the chans for a while, so if you want to continue, it's yours to do with as you please: it would seem your roll is favored by the gods.

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2bf4cd No.376812

>>376811

Will the next story you spin be in rhyming verse?

or is such a style less fun and more of a curse?

If anything that format isn't exactly terse.

Whatever you choose, don't end up in a hearse.

I don' think too many heroes favor rhyming in CYOAs.

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746755 No.376991

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The Dead Man doth returneth!

Rejoicings! Rejoicings!

The rest of the CYOA doth cometh!

Rejoicings! Rejoicings!

The Meter of the rhetor doth liveth!

Rejoicings! Rejoicings!

(poppies for remembering. 'tis the 11th day of the 11th month)

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