Well, this place is a royal mess…
OK. This is basically a test to see if you guys can follow the rules that are given to you.
The landscape of this RP changes whenever I feel like it. There is no actual storyline, but if you're good, I'll give you something to do.
1.) NO GODMODDING. This has been said a billion times, but it still happens. You are NOT God in this RP. I am. Get used to it.
2.) No killing off people. It is unfair and usually results in godmodding, so just don't bother.
3.) No destruction of the landscape unless I give the OK.
These are simple rules, but they don't seem to be followed. So, I'm going to enforce them differently.
I won't be participating in the actual RP. I will control the landscape and the NPCs. But, if one of these rules is broken, I will kill off your character in the most ridiculous way I can imagine.
So, if you godmod, you die. You kill a character, you die. You destroy my landscape, you die. You try to kill me, you die. You die, you die, you die, you die, die, die, die, die, DIE.
Have I made myself clear? Good.
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Symon steals pies from the crap-encrusted tradesman and takes a bite out of one - and gags! They're not pies at all, but deep-pan quiches! The horror!
In his disgust he upturns the pie-pallet and chucks them everywhere, blindly…pelting the sheep and a certain gibbering monkey in the process.
He then goes to throw up and chew on grass to get the eggy taste out of his mouth.
Symon sputters his mouthful of grass at the sudden weight on his back, and proceeds to run around the field, bucking like hell to get the crazy monkey off.
"Wait a second," he murmurs, skidding to a halt in a cowpat, "Why not just do…this!"
So saying, Symon slams onto his back, squishing the monkey against said cowpat.
"UFC, fool!" he yells as the primate's grip weakens before rolling off and running for cover.
ssbguy had been minding his own business, watching the sheep stampede rumble by. since his PlotHole Generator broke, he might as well enjoy the field…however, he took one step forward and stepped in dog crap. he cringed in disgust as he wiped the crap on a clean piece of ground as best as he could.
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