The forces met on the barren hilltop; the new and the old.
'tha-tha this is our land!' PTG howled. 'get off! Youve killed too many humans, they know youre here!'
Silence came from the small band of newcomers. they wore hoods and nothing could be seen save for a stray Sparkle of their eye.
The pack prepared to descend. This would end right now.
. . . or would it?
With a sudden flare of light 4 faces lit up the sky. 'We are the Watchers' bellowed the most proactive. 'We will not allow you to reveal yourself. you will hereforth be locked in the timeless ritual of Struggle; and it is your cattle who will suffer.' The faces laid out their rules, and the no doubt awed monsters put their wyrded feelings behind them for the time being.
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Down below, the town had their own meeting. or at least some did.
"here is the coin. youve seen the bodies. you sure to get rid of whatever it is?' the mayor asked with uncertainty, eyeing the leather armor.
'basilisk hide. Yea, whatever decided to up and start killing, we can gettem'.
This was to be a fun week indeed.
beeboy - Everyone thought this game was made to troll pie but it was really made to troll pisskop.
Almost50 pisskop: Overall, that's a townie slot. Don't ask for specifics because with PK everything can be interpreted either way. It's probably WHEN he says/does things that matter, so it's more of a matter of conception rather than solid reasoning.