Silent Library [GAME]

[Guest]

4!

[Guest]

Ahaha that's awesome, Hiarth! I would also have gone for that scene (but it much less detail so yours is fantastic!)

[Kaylee]

2

[Kaylee]

I skimmed it because it had spoilers for me. But what I saw was cool

[Guest]

Gandalf is a nice touch :laugh:

[Daruya]

Mashi, go ahead and plug me in.  This looks like fun!

[Guest]

Yay, Dar!

[Wren of the Brown]

Well. This game just got interesting. :O

[Mashiara Sedai]

Okay, Dar.  Pick a number 1-6 (excluding 1, 2, 3, or 4)

[nicana]

5

[Mashiara Sedai]

Okay, that means Dar gets 6.  And here's the random cards:

 

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So, 10 points for everyone, but Kaylee!  Kaylee, you'll recieve 25 points if you complete your challenge.  Your challenge is to post a picture of the weirdest/funniest object you have in your house.

[Kaylee]

To me this is funny as it's up on the planter for everyone to see as they walk in...

 

 

Notice the matching Yoda Pez dispenser and storm trooper candy container.

[Mashiara Sedai]

*LOL*

 

From this perspective, it looks like the Stormtrooper is holding a Yoda shaped wand or scepter.  That's funnier to me.  :P

 

Full points awarded to you!

 

Next round... GO!

[nicana]

4

[Wren of the Brown]

6!

[Kaylee]

1

[Kaylee]

*LOL*

 

From this perspective, it looks like the Stormtrooper is holding a Yoda shaped wand or scepter. That's funnier to me. :P

 

Full points awarded to you!

 

Next round... GO!

Best i could come up with lol

[Hallia]

3!

[Daruya]

5

[Mashiara Sedai]

That means BlomBesie is 2!  And here's the random cards:

 

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That's you, Dar!  Your challenge is to write a one paragraph story (5-12 sentences) about a Trolloc named Snort.

[Daruya]

The young Trolloc stared disconsolately down the road.  His father had left some weeks ago, driven by a Myrdraal with the rest of his fist.  Snort had tried to go along but the Myrdraal laughed at him with his dry, crumbly voice and told him to run along to his mother.  Little did the Myrdraal realize that his mother had angered the chief of the fist a month prior and had ended up in his cookpot.  She had been a good mother, as Trollocs go, but she had understood his desire to join the fist and fight.  She should never have stood up to the chief, though, and insisted that he be allowed to go on the last raid.  Because of that, not only did he watch his mother die and be eaten, he was now going to have to wait until the next non-dark moon, when the moon was a bright ball in the sky. Snort kicked the dirt at his feet and watched as his cloven foot kicked up small tufts of dust.  He was so entranced by the dust puffs that he did not hear any noise in the underbrush close to him.  In an instant, he was on his back and his throat had been ripped out.  The wolf sat down next to the body and howled triumphantly and was soon joined in chorus by the rest of his pack.  After a brief rest, the wolf stood and, tongue lolling, ran off to join the rest of his pack. Tonight they hunted Trolloc.

[Guest]

:o Poor Snort!

 

[Guest]

4

[Daruya]

3

[Wren of the Brown]

1