The Forum Prom of 2020

[Scott McLamok]

I was backed up aginst a conveniently placed wall....

[lass of something much]

OOC: that didn't save Gandalf.

[Scott McLamok]

L-lass d-don't you c-care about me *cries* h-how could you? *Sits in a corner and tries to make Lass feel guilty*.

[lass of something much]

OOC: *feels horrible*

[Scott McLamok]

OOC: Is happy to know he can elicit reactions.

*Is tired of killing floblins.*

[lass of something much]

OOC: if I say what I feel, Teer will Never stop teasing me...

[Scott McLamok]

OOC: ehh ok

*Climbs up rope*

[Booklover]

OOC: that didn't save Gandalf.

OOC: Gandelf (aka me) is fine.

[lass of something much]

OOC: that didn't save Gandalf.

OOC: Gandelf (aka me) is fine.

OOC: you are Gandelf, I'm talking about Gandalf!

[Booklover]

OOC: I know.

[shisteer of nothing much]

L-lass d-don't you c-care about me *cries* h-how could you? *Sits in a corner and tries to make Lass feel guilty*.

(She cares about you)

[lass of something much]

OOC: nobeast asked you, Teer.

[Scott McLamok]

Back to da story.

*Scott clambered up the rope. He had vented all  his anger on the goblins. His broken arm hurt and Lass had followed him and saved him and it was his fault she was... Somewhere he couldn't help her. She was probably dead. Pulling out the dirk he had given to Lass he pointed it at his chin. A small voice in his head told him to do it but he didn't want to there was a small chance she was alive. He should probably go to Teer and he would die in a mor gruesome manner. Removing the dirk from under his chin Scott walked slowly back to the mansion.*

[lass of something much]

OOC: O-O
were you just about to kill you self?...don't even think about that sort of thing!!!!

[Scott McLamok]

OOC: Thats my character's broken personality and I would never even think of doing that it's just to play with emotions I guess.