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Started by Cornflower MM, August 17, 2016, 01:05:54 AM

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Rosie Willowwater

*Huddles in a fluffy blanket and waddles into the corner*
                    

Cornflower MM


Rosie Willowwater

*Tries to catch pillow but it just hits my hands and flops on the floor*

*Slices my blanket into strips and sews them onto the pillow*

Woohoo, now I have an overly complicated pillow shield!

                    

The Skarzs

How did you find the time to. . .? Never mind.

*Burrows into a pile of pillows.* Mmmm.
Cave of Skarzs

Cave potato.

Cornflower MM

Ooooh, cool Rosie!

*Hurls wet blankets at Skar*

The Skarzs

Cave of Skarzs

Cave potato.

Delthion

* Delthion hurls decorative couch pillows at Corn in rapid succession.
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.

Cornflower MM

Quote from: The Skarzs on February 10, 2018, 01:12:02 AM
. . . Why are they wet?!

They were in the water balloon hole. Don't you remember?

Quote from: Delthion on February 10, 2018, 01:26:40 AM
* Delthion hurls decorative couch pillows at Corn in rapid succession.

*Squeaks and jumps behind a wall, but is still struck by some pillows* *Grabs them and throws them back* ;D

The Skarzs

. . . No, I don't remember. :P *Peels blankets off.*

MY ABODE IS A SACRED PLACE. ANYONE WHO APPROACHES IN VIOLENCE WILL BE SQUISHED.
Cave of Skarzs

Cave potato.

Cornflower MM

*Throws water balloons and pillows at Skarzs*

The Skarzs

Cave of Skarzs

Cave potato.

Rosie Willowwater

*Scoots into the corner and blocks myself with my pillow shield*

Too bad I don't have any markers, I should draw a face on my shield.
                    

Cornflower MM


Delthion

*Obliterates Rosie's hiding spot with a hail of down pillows.*
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.

Rosie Willowwater

*Screams and blocks my face even more*

*Whacks Del in the face with one of the pillows*