The RPGC task force. Gotta love it. Keep this stuff coming Galloway.
What about me? Shouldn’t they be saving me too? You want me saved don’t you?! Silence 0_0
They don’t know you yet, remember? At least, I don’t think they do. Ah they’ll get around to it. Eventually.
Not really, the world has too many catgirls all ready. Probably best that we thin out the numbers.
VG Cats PWNes that!
Fear not, Kiro, you WILL be appearing on MY Xmas story!
Uh, soon as I finish the first chapter. rushes back to writing it
Yay! I know this will go on forever though, so I have plenty of time to be focused on more heavily!
First off, no it doesn’t.
Second of all, even if it did, at least MY comic actually was pertinent to the current discussion, while I see no connection between catgirls and Star Wars games.
Yes, but a crazy vat person was Darth Vader, which is really creepy.
While it is true that the cat Vadar guy was weird, I have to say that Val wins this round, if only by relevance.
Edit: Buy what I find far creepier, is Val and PC agreeing on something.
Bah, we find ourselves agreeing on a lot of things. but that makes us onyl hate each other all the more for it.
And besides, Kiro, that was a CatBOY. There’s a difference between those and catgirls. For one thing, there’s fewer of them around, and a lot less anooying.
Whatever, I was just puting it cuz I was to lazy to find one with Aries being annoying.
You forgot that’s a (rather unaccurate, seeing I’ve had a few encounters with catgirl cosplayer over here… but then again… “americans.”) representation of catgirl cosplayers. Now, when we get to fiction… (Not necessarily fan…) :D~~~~
I’ve only seen two catgirl cosplayers. Both were vaguely unattractive, one was vaguely mannish like Trinity, and the other had dyed her hair green.
The first thing to hit Wil when he entered the forest was not the dead vegetation, the confounding mist, or the strange music coming from nowhere. Rather, it was the unbelievably high number of frogs hopping around the path. Praying that the amulet would do its job, Wil followed the trail deeper into the forest.
Almost immediately, a cloud of smoke puffed up in front of him. An ancient hag, complete with long, blue robes, web-like hair, and a magic wand, appeared from within the cloud. Wil immediately fired a barrage of spells against the witch, but they all bounced harmlessly off her. The witch cackled a few words, and a ball of light ran from the wand and right into Wil’s chest.
Wil’s body was covered with a warm glow, which quickly subsided. The witch immediately realized her frog-leg fricase was off the menu, and screamed to the heavens with a wrath that even the gods would fear. Then she turned her attention back to Wil. “What are you doing in my forest, little man? Don’t you know you’re tresspassing?”
“Oh, I didn’t know this was a PRIVATE forest!” said Wil. His sarcasm bit into the witch like a rabid dog on a fat man’s ass. “Do you OWN it?”
“Of course I own it!” retorted the witch. “It’s mine! And what did you do to my magic?”
“I don’t think you need to know! Now tell me; where is the princess’s heart?”
“You want THAT old thing? Sorry, deary, but it’s mine, and so are you! All who enter this forest can never leave!”
“We’ll see about that!”
“Yes…won’t we?” The witch let out a mocking cackle, as Wil turned around on the path he was traveling on.
Only it wasn’t there anymore. Only an impenetrable wall of fog remained there.
GG fell asleep yet again in the royal guest bedroom, only to find an evil ninja hiding on the ceiling. Before GG could do anything, another evil ninja entered, followed by yet another, and yet another. The four evil ninjas pounced on the frantic GG Crono.
Wil wandered through the forest, searching desperately for a way out. No matter how far he went in whatever direction, he always circled back to the same spot. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he reached a strange building, nestled behing a moat of fire at the very end of the forest. The house itself was built out of rotten wood and moldy brick, complete with various animal remains.
Before he could cross the bridge leading to the house, however, the witch appeared, blocking his passage. “This is my home, sonny! I won’t be having your kind walking around my home!”
Finally, Wil had had enough. Looking through his stuff, he found the old bottle from the temple. On the side, in fine print, was written:
“Warning: Do not open. Goes double for evil witches.”
Smiling evilly, Wilfredo placed the bottle in front of the witch and stepped back. “What’s this?” gasped the witch, before stupidly opening the bottle.
A cloud of smoke puffed from the bottle, and a genie appeared on the top of the smoke. “Ah, freedom at last! Now you spend the next five thousand years in a bottle!” The genie snapped his fingers, and the witch turned to smoke and floated into the bottle. With a clap of his hands, both the genie and the bottle dissapeared.
“Good!” said Wilfredo. “That witch won’t be seen around here for a long time. But now…” His mind returned to his plight in the forest.
“We must stop the madness!” said the cheif revivalist. “We must eliminate those that protect those vile catgirls!” The crowd shouted in response. “That’s why we must kill…THIS MAN!”
He held up a large placard, on which was a blown-up photo of d Galloway, eating a couple bologna slices. The crowd shouted a war cry.
“We must stop the conspiracy!” said the chief maniac. “We must eliminate those that protect the catgirls!” The crowd shouted in response. “That’s why we must kill…THIS MAN!”
He held up a large placard, on which was a blown-up photo of d Galloway, eating a couple bologna slices. The crowd shouted a war cry.
Wil finished raiding the house, coming out with a gold key, a spinning wheel, and a bag with three emeralds. He wandered around the forest some more, before finding a small cupboard buried into the side of a tree. After a quick turn of the gold key, the cupboard opened, revealing the golden heart at last. Wil carefully tucked it into his pants, and continued walking around aimlessly.
After what seemed like an eternity, Wil saw strange eyes watching him near a large rock formation. As he was walking on, one of the emeralds dropped out of his pocket. Like a flash, a little elf ran in, grabbed the emerald, and ran off. Thinking slyly yet again, Wil threw the seconod emerald to the ground. The elf grabbed the emerald, and ran off before Wil could catch him.
Finally, Wil took the honeycomb and squeezed its contents onto the ground, creating a pool of sticky honey. He put the remaining beeswax into his pocket, then stepped back and threw the final emerald into the honey. The elf raced and grabbed the emerald, but was immediately caught by the sticky golden liquid.
(Long story short: Wil lets the elf go, and the elf shows him the way out.)
(to be continued)
Next time: What happened to kiro? And, yet another clue to the mass murders! You don’t want to miss this!
Damn ninjas! I gotta remind Star and Wei to have that place fumigated…
Hmkm, i’m not sure on the pwoerr of those ninjas now. If it were jsut one, then GG would be fucked. Up the ass. With a garden hose.
If it were a horde of ninjas, he’d kick their asses.
if it were two, then he’d have a 50/50 chance. but 4 ninjas? That’s never come up before.
Actually, Val… if two ninjas are 50-50, then the I believe its safe to believe that he has a 25% chance with four… less, if d feels the need to pummel him up.
Its rather hard NOT too feel that, though.
The laws of Ninja physics are messed up. Near as i can tell, two ninjas are at about 80% of their full potential pwoer when together. And that goes down with every ninja added to the figure. Good luck figuring out the logarithms for THAT.