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Started by Jukka the Sling, February 10, 2016, 08:58:45 PM

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Groddil

"Good, good! No need for a lesson plan, just make sure the children aren't wandering around the halls, please."

Jetthebinturong

*Teleport-murders Ashleg*
"In the meantime, no one should roam the camp alone. Use the buddy system."
"Understood." Will looked at Nico. "Will you be my buddy?"
"You're a dork," Nico announced.
~ The Hidden Oracle, Rick Riordan

Ashleg


Groddil

"Excellent work, Jet! Ten points and a gold star!"

Ashleg

* Sawney Rath appears.

I am here to avenge Ashleg!

Groddil

* Antigra appears and kills Sawney Rath.

"Pitiful. Got any more villains who will attempt to destroy me?"

Aimless Gallivanter

*shows up several hours late with Starbucks*

Hey what'd I miss?
im gay!!!!!!

Groddil

"Oh, nothing, Jet just killed Ashleg. Hang on, you went to Starbucks and only came back now? Oh no...You obviously didn't know that we have a Starbucks on-site, down Hallway A14 on your right side."

* A Starbucks Employee walks in and hands Professor Groddil a cappuccino.

"Mmm, cappuccino..."

Aimless Gallivanter

#308
Psh I don't need your school starbucks. It's been tainted by the education system *shudders*
im gay!!!!!!

Groddil

"It has a discount for students. Besides, does this place LOOK like a proper school? You take classes in teleport-murder and infecting people with diseases, for pete's sake!"

Aimless Gallivanter

....
alright thats a good point

im gay!!!!!!

Lady Ashenwyte

I'll take a class in teleport-murder, thank you very much.
The fastest way to a man's heart- Or anyone's, in fact- Is to tear a hole through their chest.

Indeed. You are as ancient as the soot that choked Pompeii into oblivion, though not quite as uncaring. - Rusvul

Just a butterfly struggling through my chrysalis.

Hickory

*clomps out of quarantine chamber holding a nuclear fuel rod*

Quick, somebody get me a pressure box.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

Russa Nodrey

Freddy

Delthion

*Eats the pressure box.*
Dreams, dreams are untapped and writhing. How much more real are dreams than that paltry existence which we now call reality? How shall we ascend to that which humanity is destined? By mastering the dreamworld of course. That is how, my pupils, that is how.