How can one be emo when one fails at being emo? But technically wouldn’t one go emo when one fails at being emo? I’ll leave that question to the philosophers. Pendragon_ had been serious about slitting his wrists and committing suicide. There was no way he was going to be a part of this stupid competition with such a bland hero like the Dragon Knight. He quickly set to drawing his sword and laying it delicately across his wrists....>

Breathing was an…interesting experience for 28awg with the hero he received. Not that he was particularly unhappy with what he had drawn from the pool, but there were others he would have preferred. It was no big matter. He was fairly sure at first that he had killed two of his enemies twice with his poison, but after using his mathcrafting power, he knew they would have either been killed by someone else in their weakened state, or they would...>

hans2 bent down, his jaw popping out of place as he recovered the loot he had received from slaying his 18th pair of rock golems. The things just seemed to spawn everywhere. All you needed to do was to leave the area for a few minutes and then magically they were back! As he put his jaw haphazardly back into place, he mused over something that had confused him. One of the camps did not respawn, and the only thing hans2 could distinguish in it from...>

gag[taem had made a tentative alliance with hans2 in the knowledge that they were both capable of using the skill whirlwind. It made sense anyway. Somehow. The Bounty Hunter wasn't even entirely sure of what he wanted, but the being he knew as Roshan called out to him. He wondered what Roshan would look like in this world, and his face quivered with grotesque anticipation at the chance to fight Roshan. Hans2's orders had been clear. "Let me farm...>

Inde_ed wasn't much one for jokes when he was on the wrong side of them, but drawing Rigwarl as his new body for this sick game was too much. It wasn't so much that he knew he had drawn what he considered to be one of the worst heroes so much that there was no Kleenex as far as he knew in this world. Usually he would have to wipe his snout on the nearest available leaf. It had been admittedly fun to use his snot as target practice on tree trunks from...>