The East PacificBoard

Blobon wrote:

Stones, food and wood, Blobon would like.

Sure I can give you some food and wood. In exchange for some of yours.

Serkin wrote:

yes

I CAAAAAAAAAAAAN'T

Serkin and Lib had finally finished the suit, with Serkin sweating with some tools in hand. "Finally!"

Lib let out a sigh of relief

"Nice Job, Serk and Vex"

Euricanis wrote:

yeah peak's not that stupid

anymore

Oof

Myehn wrote:

Ah yes, chaos, just an ordinary morning int tep

Late Afternoon for me!

Ysg hermitcraft wrote:

"What is it?" Wesley asks, seeing the look on her face

"Any idea on what to do?"

Euricanis wrote:

yeah peak's not that stupid

anymore

Oh I remember that day when I said Peak instead of Peat

Order of the Saint Dumas wrote:

So it shall be.

hey dumas, where do the divine beings who live have bread? because when the puppet souls i have were burning blessed books until we found your bible and saw that a certain someone made a meal out of bread

Serkin wrote:

Can I go to the factory too?

Why?

Myehn wrote:

That’s good, cause I don’t want to have femboys running around the rmb

I've never been that stupid.

Ignore what Euri says.

Euricanis wrote:

biohazards don’t necessarily smell, how dare you imply that

you're right, they only produce revolting gases that decay the produce aisle at costco

*Cue Attenborough voice

Morning.

The shining disk of Sulia slowly rises above the distant horizon, setting the sky and clouds ablaze as its light spills over this little patch of Valsora. Across the heaving ocean, the sunlight highlights a series of sparkling patterns in the water, as the swirling patterns of currents and waves catch and reflect the rays of the rising star. Across the sandy beach, rocks studded here and there along it cast long shadows across the gently rolling sand dunes, illuminating the occasional stirring motion of creatures either beginning their day or ending their night of activity. Beyond the curving expanse of the beach lies a sparsely covered forest of trees, their leaves and branches slowly waving in the crisp morning air. A rising swell of tittering can be heard from the birds flitting amongst them, announcing the dawn.

Closer to the shoreline, the sunlight illuminates a barely visible field of bumps in the sand, now beginning to shift now that morning has arrived. One by one, the little piled mounds of sand break apart and spill around the surrounding small area as crabs begin to emerge, wriggling as they attempt to pull free of their sleeping pits. Preceded by their three horns, the spotted shells and claws of the crabs emerge next, sand sliding across their carapaces as they emerge into the slanted light of the late sunrise. Shaking slightly to loosen the sand still clinging to them, the crabs begin to scuttle slowly into the foaming surf of the waves, intent upon acquiring their morning meal from the shallow depths along the shoreline. Although thrown around by the more violent waves, they nevertheless continue marching onwards into the ocean, eventually disappearing as they vanish into the watery depths.

There, they shall spend much of the morning before emerging later in the day.

Peatiktist wrote:

Why?I've never been that stupid.

Ignore what Euri says.

X to doubt
*spams x on controller

Myehn wrote:

X to doubt
*spams x on controller

Loads tranq gun

Euricanis wrote:

yeah peak's not that stupid

anymore

Peak stupidity.

Brethren wrote:

Blobon, or Olmbor?

Bit of both really.. and where is Olmbor on the Brethrin map? Blobon does not have info.

Libright libertarianism wrote:

Sure I can give you some food and wood. In exchange for some of yours.

Lib let out a sigh of relief

"Nice Job, Serk and Vex"

Vex beeped happily, befire flying away to another room.

"Now, I guess we have to test it" Serkin said, looking at Lib.

Peatiktist wrote:

Why?

Because I want to see the process! And I promise telling no one.

Serkin wrote:

Vex beeped happily, befire flying away to another room.

"Now, I guess we have to test it" Serkin said, looking at Lib.

Because I want to see the process! And I promise telling no one.

"Yep" said Lib "Time to find someone to test it on"

Libright libertarianism wrote:

"Yep" said Lib "Time to find someone to test it on"

Serkin yawned, while she stretched. "Yeaaaaah...."

Peatiktist wrote:

Loads tranq gun

*loads m16a2

Serkin wrote:

Turn against him.

Serkin.. or.. Brex.. Serkin or Brex.. BLOBON DOES NOT KNOW WHICH TO CHOOSE!

The 3 horned spotted yellow bellied crab wrote:

*Cue Attenborough voice

Morning.

The shining disk of Sulia slowly rises above the distant horizon, setting the sky and clouds ablaze as its light spills over this little patch of Valsora. Across the heaving ocean, the sunlight highlights a series of sparkling patterns in the water, as the swirling patterns of currents and waves catch and reflect the rays of the rising star. Across the sandy beach, rocks studded here and there along it cast long shadows across the gently rolling sand dunes, illuminating the occasional stirring motion of creatures either beginning their day or ending their night of activity. Beyond the curving expanse of the beach lies a sparsely covered forest of trees, their leaves and branches slowly waving in the crisp morning air. A rising swell of tittering can be heard from the birds flitting amongst them, announcing the dawn.

Closer to the shoreline, the sunlight illuminates a barely visible field of bumps in the sand, now beginning to shift now that morning has arrived. One by one, the little piled mounds of sand break apart and spill around the surrounding small area as crabs begin to emerge, wriggling as they attempt to pull free of their sleeping pits. Preceded by their three horns, the spotted shells and claws of the crabs emerge next, sand sliding across their carapaces as they emerge into the slanted light of the late sunrise. Shaking slightly to loosen the sand still clinging to them, the crabs begin to scuttle slowly into the foaming surf of the waves, intent upon acquiring their morning meal from the shallow depths along the shoreline. Although thrown around by the more violent waves, they nevertheless continue marching onwards into the ocean, eventually disappearing as they vanish into the watery depths.

There, they shall spend much of the morning before emerging later in the day.

wat

Libright libertarianism wrote:

Peak stupidity.

Badum pshh?

Ysg hermitcraft wrote:

well i mean my military is fine. but the tech would be nice. i agree to your deal.

Noice, noice...
*Opens the massive border gates to let in government vehicles and industry stuff*

Serkin wrote:

Because I want to see the process! And I promise telling no one.

.........

Perhaps.

Myehn wrote:

*loads m16a2

Freezes time and tranqs you

*Throws up chip*

Serkin wrote:

Can I go to the factory too?

Sure

Ur going to Willy WonKerreich's Chocolate Factory

by The Bison and Belgian King of Restoration of Eastern Kaiserreich

Read dispatch

Peatiktist wrote:

.........

Perhaps.
Freezes time and tranqs you

*collapses and begins sleeping

Serkin wrote:

Serkin yawned, while she stretched. "Yeaaaaah...."

"I can try it out if you want me to" said Lib trying not to yawn as well.