My friend Emma is sitting directly to my left. Awkward...
*Looks to left.* My cat Tootie...? I'm hoarding cats that have sensitive backs and are grumpy?
I'm 100% sure that they would fight each other to the death... But that's just me!
I'm 100% sure that they would fight each other to the death... But that's just me!
... a yellow highlighter, some paper, and my history textbook. Yay?
A couch arm and a computer is what I see, along with my left hand.
These glorious things. [img]http://demandware.edgesuite.net/sits_pod27/dw/image/v2/AAYH_PRD/on/demandware.static/-/Sites-itemmaster_Brookstone/default/dw6881de6a/hi-res/990635p_alt5.jpg?sw=500[/img]
Pugs.. I will literally hoard pugs as a dragon. I will have the fluffiest, nosiest and laziest army of pugs the world has ever seen.
Apparently I hoard ipads. This is not a bad thing.
You enter a deep, dark cave, the hairs of your nostrils burning in the dry, hot air. You can smell the sulfur of the mighty dragon's fiery breath. But you know that your sword and shield will do you well — after all, you spent three gold pieces on each — and steel yourself for battle.
After what feels like hours of navigating the eerie cavern, you come to an opening, where the ceiling rises far overhead. You see the warm glow of the dragon's nest, even hear the crackling flames that lick the last few fools who dared trespass. Your nerves nearly get the best of you, but as you round the bend, you are horrified to find that the mighty dragon is worse than any nightmare you could dream.
There, before you, lies the great beast, heaving angrily at the noisy footfalls which disturbed its slumber. It flicks its crimson tongue and wets its ivory fangs, already burping smoke. Your eyes drift downward, hoping to find the treasure trove which had all along inspired your journey, and they are not betrayed. Great troves of hollow, wooden sliding closet doors! Hundreds — nay — thousands of them, stained white and bruised by the wear of time! What a glorious boon which awaits whosoever defeats this beast!
Of course, that person is not you. The dragon cooks you and eats you for dinner. The end.
After what feels like hours of navigating the eerie cavern, you come to an opening, where the ceiling rises far overhead. You see the warm glow of the dragon's nest, even hear the crackling flames that lick the last few fools who dared trespass. Your nerves nearly get the best of you, but as you round the bend, you are horrified to find that the mighty dragon is worse than any nightmare you could dream.
There, before you, lies the great beast, heaving angrily at the noisy footfalls which disturbed its slumber. It flicks its crimson tongue and wets its ivory fangs, already burping smoke. Your eyes drift downward, hoping to find the treasure trove which had all along inspired your journey, and they are not betrayed. Great troves of hollow, wooden sliding closet doors! Hundreds — nay — thousands of them, stained white and bruised by the wear of time! What a glorious boon which awaits whosoever defeats this beast!
Of course, that person is not you. The dragon cooks you and eats you for dinner. The end.
Manga.
oh lovely...monster energy drinks...
like i'm not already hyper enough!!??? lol
then again my desk space is cluttered and i saw a pocket dictionary too...
so the dragon of ADHD or the dragon of many words...ima let you guys decide~
like i'm not already hyper enough!!??? lol
then again my desk space is cluttered and i saw a pocket dictionary too...
so the dragon of ADHD or the dragon of many words...ima let you guys decide~
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