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Role Play!

Posted: Thu Oct 26, 2017 5:43 am
by evered
Once upon a time was a person named...

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Posted: Thu Oct 26, 2017 9:29 am
by Chozon1
Buford. He had a talent for making...

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Posted: Thu Oct 26, 2017 6:41 pm
by evered
Giant sculptures of...

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Posted: Thu Oct 26, 2017 6:45 pm
by JesusIsLord713
chairs! One day...

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Posted: Thu Oct 26, 2017 9:14 pm
by evered
He found himself in...

Re: Role Play!

Posted: Thu Oct 26, 2017 11:40 pm
by Starfire11
A bit of a pickle. He made too many chairs, and now there was no more room!

Re: Role Play!

Posted: Fri Oct 27, 2017 1:40 am
by evered
So he decided he would make a...

Re: Role Play!

Posted: Thu Jan 11, 2018 2:22 am
by kittycathead
a . . . a . . . Buford ran out of ideas, so he . . .

Re: Role Play!

Posted: Thu Jan 11, 2018 7:10 am
by evered
Ran away on a train to new mexico! The next day...

Re: Role Play!

Posted: Tue Feb 20, 2018 10:32 pm
by kittycathead
Someone asked Buford, "What happened to old Mexico?"

So Buford told them . . .

Re: Role Play!

Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2018 5:45 am
by ShadowedStarr
He told them that it got renamed New Mexico because people were tired of just call it Mexico, and ten the people asked........

Re: Role Play!

Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2018 9:45 pm
by kittycathead
Is it because there are two Mexicos? Buford answered . . .

Re: Role Play!

Posted: Tue May 14, 2019 11:56 pm
by ArcticFox
"Yes, but there was once only one."

He sat down by the campfire, stirring the kindling a bit. "There was a war. A terrible war, as wars tend to be." His eyes lost focus as he stared off into the distance. "I should know. I was there."

The man opposite Buford furrowed his brow. "How can that be? That was was over a hundred and fifty years ago!"

Buford blinked, realizing he'd revealed too much. Unfortunate for this man, who now knew too much. Nevertheless, Buford decided to speak freely, and let this man have a few more minutes of life before doing what he must now do.

"I'm over five hundred years old." Buford said, calmly. "I was born in 1507, not long after the fall of Constantinople."

The stranger chuckled, taking a swig of his canteen. "You had me for a moment there."

Buford's face did not change. Perhaps it would be better to let this man think he'd only been joking. That way, he could be allowed to live...