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Deep in the shadowy recesses of the deeply recessed shadows far from POS, a grotesque man shouted and gestured wildly, sending shadow creatues charging off in every direction. As he commanded a batallion of winged creatures to take flight he stopped with a sudden jolt. One of the horsemen had fallen in battle... ”Impossible...” he thought. The assault had only begun 7 hours ago and one of their best was already felled? He closed his eyes intently and mentally reached out into the ether.
Ah, so Monvenogil, which was an annagram of Evil Gonmon, had perished. Sure, he had the strength of 500 men, but surely his... mental capacities were amoung the weakest of the horsemen. Well, a pity, but all was still well as long as they had secured the capital city. He gathered himself and resumed the rapid fire orders. There was much to be done.

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Garibald wrenched his hand from the maw of a massive shadow aligator with a scream. Dark spheres of blood rose up from his skin. He shouted, “Hank, cover me, for god’s sakes!”

Hank sunk his blade into the ribs of a shadow kangaroo and turned to kick the shadow aligator away from Garibald. The creature bounced off an ornate buttress and fell to it’s death on the battlefield below. Garibald got to his feet with a shudder and looked out over the scene. Thousands of warped creatures swarmed the countryside as peasants fled towards the capital. It was surprisingly bright inside the shadow, as if a massive red sun was illimunating the land, but no source of light could be seen. Hank silently pointed towards the horizon where a foul shadow whale was making a beeline towards the tower. Atop it rode a pale woman with a wicked scimtar clutched in her hand. “There’s trouble,” sighed Garibald. He knew a mid-boss when he saw one. “Let’s go Hank, there’s work to do.”

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[[[OPEN RP]]] <<< STANDARD POS RPG BATTLE RPG RULES -= NO BANNED CLASSES =- >>>

POS guardpost alpha-theta-gamma log entry:
 [06 / 05 / 2018] Garibald Gamer Here. Things are growing dire on the eastern front. Two days ago a dark cloud formed roughly 100 miles to the northeast and has grown steadily since. It is now approaching this station. I have dispatched a scout to contact the central authority, but I am not holding out hope. To be frank, we have no received word nor order in many weeks. I feat that this strange omen is not the only of it's kind. POS watch over and protect us.
-end log-

Garibald Gamer grimaced grimly, gazing gloomy ground-wards. A deep shadow had covered everything east of the station he manned with his troupe, and it was quickly scaling the log barricade at the base of the tower he stood upon. He brandished his mag-light and aimed it towards the black mass, but the light only penetrated a few feet before being swallowed in darkness. "Hank, you'd better come out here. Bring the swords too, I've got a bad feeling,' he hollered over his shoulder.
Hank, a towering middle aged man, stepped out from inside the inner tower office and sighed. He tossed Garibald a long sword and took a defensive stance. The two men remained steadfast as a wall of deep darkness swept over them.

Meanwhile, in the old POS capitol city, Rick Spade looked up from the paperwork scattered across his desk. An outcry had erupted outside on the street. He could see smoke rising at the edge of his window. He sighed deeply, because he was a very cranky old man, and retrieved a revolver from his desk drawer. A trio of shadows sprinted past the frosted glass of his office door. He opened it slowly with revolver scanning the hallway when he saw them. A scrambling horde of rats, but bigger, came spilling into the hallway and crashed towards them. He let off a shot or two before reconsidering and taking off in the opposite direction. A second pack met him coming from the opposite end of the hall and he took a sharp right towards the stairwell and hoofed it to the roof. The sound outside was deafening. Shouts, explosions, screaming. He scanned the city and saw fires springing up in every ward. He fished his Nokia brick out of his jacket pocket and saw that the signal was completely dead. "Christ," he muttered, "I'm too old for this shit."

Tabitha Duckboot picked up the lunatic man by his neck and flung him into the river. He thrashed wildly as the rapids pulled him under. She turned to look back at the caravan and saw a handful of wild men clamoring over the wagon. One was strangling her coachman with an insane fervor. She steadied her rifle and put a slug through his forehead, but the coachman was long dead. Her comrades were scattered on the riverbank in various states of combat with the strangers. She had no idea where they had come from. She ran quickly towards the closest melee when a chilling presence stopped her in her boots. A huge man, at least 12 feet tall, had crested a nearby hill. He let loose a guttural roar and the wild men all stood quickly and ran towards him, falling prostate at his feet. His skin was white, whiter than snow, and his pure black eyes scanned the area. They stopped in Tabitha, "You there, come to me side." She felt a powerful compulsion to obey, but resisted. He smirked, "No? Then die," and he lept into the air. Tabitha lept backwards but the shock-wave from his landing, just a few feet away, sent her flying. He swept his massive hand across the earth and clipped her legs, launching her into the river. As she went under she saw the wild men spreading across the countryside and the man turning towards her squad-mates. She screamed and then the world went black.

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Junk Heap / high effort junk heap post megathread
« on: June 05, 2018, 01:02:36 PM »
post your high, very high, and super high effort junk heap posts here, in the high effort junk heap post megathread.

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Junk Heap / raw every pokemon
« on: June 05, 2018, 01:00:19 PM »
 :mario:

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Junk Heap / Re: Beacon thread for the deceased
« on: June 05, 2018, 12:58:58 PM »
hey i just died and i'm here, wassup

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Junk Heap / Re: Hunk Jeap
« on: May 06, 2018, 11:44:17 PM »
thank you hunk jeap

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Junk Heap / Re: Hunk Jeap
« on: May 06, 2018, 07:03:08 PM »
Hunk
Jeap

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Junk Heap / Hunk Jeap
« on: May 04, 2018, 06:11:35 PM »
see topic subject

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Junk Heap / Pokemon/Mountain Goats Crossover Memes Thread
« on: January 03, 2018, 10:49:06 PM »
Post your Pokemon Mountain Goats memes in this thread.  :angelica:

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Junk Heap / Re: pin my thread you fucking cowards
« on: December 16, 2017, 07:12:41 PM »
bump

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this is the extremely good shit.

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1-1 Clear Ring Ravine

https://supermariomakerbookmark.nintendo.net/courses/28F9-0000-01FA-E7AF

In a quest to make levels that are both speed runnable and good for lots of exploration, so please give this one a go!
Try and find all 6 stars (1-up mushrooms) too!
1: Red shells on a golden runway.
2: Always pick up after two rings!
3: Things are looking up for the broken down.
4: Hit the stalagtite just right!
5: P-switch carried before the fall.
6: 100 coin challenge (of course)

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Can I Get a Gamer "Hell Yeah"? / Re: do u want to have a bad time
« on: February 17, 2016, 04:48:54 PM »
Click to load

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Can I Get a Gamer "Hell Yeah"? / Re: Mario Maker Challenge Thread!
« on: February 07, 2016, 01:26:08 PM »
1: Rick
2: Static
3: Soap
4: Mia
5: SK
6. Anti  :yeah!:

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