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You got the pipe part right though! 😹😹👍👍👍 -
Still waiting... [PM Please]
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Ok then Turfa, congrats on making a quality thread. I'll try to help you where I can, but I don't think I'd be near as good. Of course, right at the moment, I shall attend to my life, but I'll try later..
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Try me
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I wish you guys would do mine. 👊😌👍
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Sнαdow Wαlкэя wrote:
Shadow Walker:Try me
Shadow Walker was born into a well to do English family whose rank was one of the lesser nobility. As the only son of the family heir, he was taught by private tutors in all of the humanities. Trained to manage the family affairs, he also learned to be outspoken and bold in his speech.
Because of the envious nature of some other nobles, Shadow's life was often targeted. As a result, he was always accompanied by a companion, who went by the name of Sebastian Walker. Sebastian followed Shadow everywhere, and was everything from a bodyguard to a translator to a chef. One day, a major rebellion was held by all of the area's serfs and peasants, and the family name was brought down. -
Shadow managed to escape, but unfortunately, Sebastian was killed in an attempt to stop their pursuers from reaching the ship. Haunted by the memory of his late companion, Shadow reached his destination in America, and slowly worked to join the thriving culture. He soon found the wonder known as Turf Wars, and chose the name Shadow, as a tribute to his former life, and Walker, in memory of Sebastian.
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Now that there are twice (approx.) as many people working on this awesome thread now... could someone try my name?
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the seventh wrote:
Fine. The seventh:snip?
The seventh was born as the seventh son of a seventh son. Equipped with the bragging rights of an awesome number, he was often a prankster in elementary school. One day, his whole family up to second cousins decided to visit on "show and tell." All 48 of them, plus the seventh, left barely any room to move in his small classroom.
Later on in his highschool life, the seventh began to be haunted by his number. He had to sit in the seventh seat in the seventh row back in all of his classes, and his locker number was 77. He eventually began to hate his fated number, and declared Theday the eight day of the week. Needless to say, he lacked in creativity.
When he discovered the wonder known as Turf Wars, he meant to type in "the eighth," but a typo and autocorrect doomed him to the shackles of fate. -
Sammy Guns🔫🌊🗻 wrote:
Sammy Guns:I wish you guys would do mine. 👊😌👍
Sammy Guns was born in the quiet suburbs of a small town in sunny California. There, because of his bright personality, he was often nicknamed Sunny. However, that brightness was just an illusion. Due to unnamed circumstances, Sammy eventually moved on to join a gang in 9th grade. He stuck to the street name of "Sunny Guns," and soon began to build a name for himself in his small town. One week before he discovered Turf Wars, Sunny was involved in a particularly violent bar fight. He managed to avoid the cops when they arrived, and he watched as a few members on the enemy gang were hauled off. It soon got around that one of the members, when being interrogated, named a "Sammy Guns" as the fiercest fighter there. The connection was not made, and Sunny, or Sammy, used the name Sammy Guns as an alias to show his power to those who can find him. -
So how'd I do?...
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ՏhadowA͜ngelƊ. wrote:
Damned autocorrect...Fine. The seventh:
The seventh was born as the seventh son of a seventh son. Equipped with the bragging rights of an awesome number, he was often a prankster in elementary school. One day, his whole family up to second cousins decided to visit on "show and tell." All 48 of them, plus the seventh, left barely any room to move in his small classroom.
Later on in his highschool life, the seventh began to be haunted by his number. He had to sit in the seventh seat in the seventh row back in all of his classes, and his locker number was 77. He eventually began to hate his fated number, and declared Theday the eight day of the week. Needless to say, he lacked in creativity.
When he discovered the wonder known as Turf Wars, he meant to type in "the eighth," but a typo and autocorrect doomed him to the shackles of fate.
This was, more or less, completely accurate. Thanks for finally getting it done. -
BRAVO!
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Try me
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I like trains.
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Please do my name and pm me the analysis
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I feel as if i've been skipped on purpose.
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⌖🔥Çħίκεɴ🔥⌖ wrote:
No, but it's almost 11:00 where I am and I am very lazy. And Turfa is asleep. So tomorrow hopefully.I feel as if i've been skipped on purpose.
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ՏhadowA͜ngelƊ. wrote:
Oh, ok :)⌖🔥Çħίκεɴ🔥⌖ wrote:
No, but it's almost 11:00 where I am and I am very lazy. And Turfa is asleep. So tomorrow hopefully.I feel as if i've been skipped on purpose.
Thought Turfa was in on hating me too for a bit there. Nice to know he isn't. -
Interesting, u should work on a story.
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⌖🔥Çħίκεɴ🔥⌖ wrote:
Chicken grew up in a non wealthy family. But did not stop his mind from believing to achieve. Since all the other kids mocked and walked all over him, he wanted to be a leader.I feel as if i've been skipped on purpose.
He had no friends so he studied hard and made well grades. After grade school he became a sucsess but also a Scrooge. Then came collage chicken hated it, he was an all A student but did not like his roomate, classmates, or teachers.after collage chicken became what he has always wanted to be, a leader. He was now the ruler of Turkey and has a the wealth his family has always wanted. Until goose made an assassination call on him.hear lye thy chicken bawk bu bawk baaaawk.
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Boder: Boder was always a peculiar child. He never really played with the other children, and was often found sitting by himself beneath the shelter of an old tree. As time wore on, Boder continued to isolate himself from his peers, although his performance in school suggested that he was brilliant, if not a genius.
However, Boder would sometimes make some rather outlandish or ridiculous claims. On more than one occasion he would silently approach another student and just stare at them for long periods of time, before suddenly grabbing their shoulders, shaking them, screaming out some form of warning, and stiffly returning to his tree. And if somebody attempted to remove him from this tree before he was ready to leave, he would howl and scream, clawing and biting his captor until he could scramble back to the safety of his beloved tree. His teacher and school councilor told Boder's parents that maybe he should see a psychologist, and finally they reluctantly agreed. -
At these appointments, Boder remained silent, refusing to release any clues as to what went on inside his head. The doctor continued to pry for information, using all sorts of techniques ranging from gently nudging to angry badgering. But Boder continued with his silence.
One day with his psychologist, Boder seemed to have become a bit more open, even responding to some of the doctor's simpler questions about himself, such as favorite color, food, etc. Later in the appointment, his doctor asked him why he acted the way he did; what compelled him to assault the other students like he had.
"I was warning them," Boder explained flatly.
"From what?" the doctor pressed.
"Things that were going to happen," Boder replied. "Bad things."
"Like what?" the doctor asked gently.
"Like....an injury....or a loss....or...death..." he replied solemnly. -
The doctor didn't know what to make of this. He asked Boder if his warnings ever came true, and Boder said, "Every time." Now, this could be nonsense, but there was no way to really know. Next he asked Boder if he thought he could see the future.
"No, I can't," Boder replied quickly, "but my tree can. It tells me things."
Now, this is an alarming statement to hear from anybody, but before the doctor could say another word, Boder continued.
"The tree tells me everything. It knows everything. That's what I tell the other kids; I warn them, because the tree knows what will happen. And Doctor, the tree said something about you yesterday."
"Oh, did it?" he asked, mentally preparing himself to tell Boder's parents they needed to have him committed.
"Yes," Boder responded. "The tree told me you would die today. I'm sorry."
The doctor held back a laugh and proceeded to end the session for that day. He told Boder's parents what he had said, and suggested they have him further counciled, if not institutionalized. -
Later that day on the way home from the store, the doctor died in a terrible car accident.
Boder chose his screen name based off of his abilities, but continues to give all the prophetic credit to his tree.
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Hope you enjoyed that. I realized a little too late that it is reeeaaallly looooonngg, but I wasn't going to delete anything! -
ME!
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Someone do me
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the seventh wrote:
Lmao! Twice as many - I like it lol.Now that there are twice (approx.) as many people working on this awesome thread now... could someone try my name?
ShadowAngel, loved your analysis of Shadow Walker. Brilliant effort! 👍👍
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Sorry for hijacking but everyone should come look at the "who's got the biggest nose" thread
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ՏhadowA͜ngelƊ. wrote: Fine. The seventh:
LMAO!! ShadowAngel - you now have my job of analysing!! 😹😹
The seventh was born as the seventh son of a seventh son. Equipped with the bragging rights of an awesome number, he was often a prankster in elementary school. One day, his whole family up to second cousins decided to visit on "show and tell." All 48 of them, plus the seventh, left barely any room to move in his small classroom.
Later on in his highschool life, the seventh began to be haunted by his number. He had to sit in the seventh seat in the seventh row back in all of his classes, and his locker number was 77. He eventually began to hate his fated number, and declared Theday the eight day of the week. Needless to say, he lacked in creativity.
When he discovered the wonder known as Turf Wars, he meant to type in "the eighth," but a typo and autocorrect doomed him to the shackles of fate.
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