It was the day after Faenor had left on what Aramir had decided to call his "vision quest". The family was quietly eating breakfast, mostly silent as a result of the shock from their eldest brother's sudden departure. Aramir was even quieter than the others. Nobody spoke to him and he didn't speak to anyone else. To any observer he would appear utterly placid.
Internally, his mind was racing at a thousand miles per hour. He had initially wondered where his brother had gone. Then he had experienced anger at the three seemingly responsible: Dee Dee, Chaz, and Elestan. Then he had shifted to confusion about why Faenor had left. Then he learned that he had set out to "find himself", in Dee Dee's words. Then to worry. The last two times a siblin…Read more >
Hello everyone! It's been a while since we've had a proper Wiki Family story, so me and Berry have been working on story for a while. More accurately, a selection of short stories that all combine to form a series spanning a week. Thanks to Imrahil who helped proofread. Unfortunately, since this is mostly focused on the three of us there's barely any reference to everyone else in the family. Sorry about that.
Anyways, Berry and I are proud to present:
“Eggs and bacon.”
Berry hefted the heavy red canister. “Right here.”
Berry performed a thorough check of all the walls in the room, making sure they were all covered in two layers of foil. He then made sure the roof was triple-protected with f…
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Imrahil coughed hysterically as a cloud of dust rose from the floor. He was cleaning out the attic with Shade, or at least attempting to.
"Hey, what's this?" asked Shade, picking up a battered picture frame.
Imrahil took it from his hands and examined it with a sad smile. "This picture was taken the night of my first date with Tina."
Shade's eyes leapt upwards. "Really? Actually what is the story with that? I was out of the state back then, so I didn't know much about it."
"Well, it all started when..."
-FIVE YEARS PREVIOUS-
Imrahil fiddled nervously with his tie, stalking up and down the hallway like a caged animal.
"There's really no need to be nervous, dear brother." said Faenor lightly, taking a sip of tea. "You look fine."
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HIGH PRINCE IMRAHIL PRESENTS:
A WIKI FAMILY NEW YEAR - PT. 2
"Don't you remember, Immy? We got married!"
Tina said the words so casually. What the heck was even going on anymore?!
"Could you... repeat that?" asked Imrahil, his mind still failing to comprehend.
"I'm your wife!" she responded cheerfully, "remember, we went to the church, and-"
"Patrick!" shouted Imrahil. Pat had the misfortune of walking by as the conversation was going on. Imrahil needed someone, anyone, who was sane. "Patrick, why do I have a wife?"
"You got a wife?!" exclaimed Pat, raising an eyebrow. "All I got out of that party was some bad food and a headache. How did you get a wife?"
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A/N: This is either a masterpiece or a train wreck. I'm genuinely not sure which.
Special thanks to Dragon, who helped me with the inspiration, and for Faenor, who helped me with the lines of, ah, Faenor :P
Also, keep in mind this story was originally meant to be posted on New Year's Day, and that's when it's set.
HIGH PRINCE IMRAHIL PRESENTS:
THE WIKI FAMILY - A WIKI FAMILY NEW YEAR
The sunlight cut into the room like an explosion, drawing Imrahil from the sweet relief of sleep, into the harsh world of reality. His stomach was churning, his eyes itched, and a headache throbbed like the drummer from "Rush" was pounding on his brain.
"faksdjhgakjdgf." he muttered, daring to open his eyes. He immediately regretted the dec…Read more >
Itallie Wiki sipped quietly on her tea, and glanced around the dining room. "Where did Dragon go?" she asked aloud. Although she certainly didn't miss him, he was usually present for family meetings, and the fact that he had disappeared was a little unsettling. "I haven't seen him all day."
Imrahil looked up from the various papers and folders that were scattered haphazardly on the table. For the past hour he had been going over them with Itallie and Faenor, all the paperwork that made sure the family government ran smoothly.
"I'm sure he's just grabbing a snack or something." replied Imrahil lightly, browsing the expense column of the budget again. He grimaced. "How the blazes do we spend this much in grocery bills?"
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"Chaz, just because Soviet banners are red, does not mean that they're valid Christmas decorations! Now I don't want to see another hammer and sickle until after New Year's, understand?"
Chaz sighed, and muttered something about oppressive bourgeois. But he dutifully set to work taking down the soviet flags he had plastered all through the hallway. With a curt nod, Imrahil continued into the living room.
Dragon was sitting on the couch, in an intense Mario Kart battle with Edacnik and Aramir. Glosur, a faint smile on his face, was kicked back on the easy chair, reading the morning paper.
"Father, you wouldn't happen to have the business section, would you?" inquired Faenor, walking in with his ever-present cup of tea. "I've invested a large por…Read more >
"Come on, boys, let's move it! Christmas waits for no man!" Imrahil's voice echoed through the living room as he supervised the organized chaos.
Itallie, carrying a box of ornaments, coughed loudly.
"Christmas waits for no man, or woman." corrected Imrahil, rolling his eyes.
Despite his new-found obsession with Anime, Imrahil had been placed as the interim leader of the Wiki Family siblings, at least until a formal vote could be taken. While he didn't particularly enjoy leadership (there was a reason his elder siblings had been dodging it for so many years), he had been at it long enough to be very efficient.
"Looks like the tree is ready to go, Im', all according to plan." Travian, Imrahil's trusty assistant, appeared out of thin air, brandish…Read more >
Imrahil flies off the rails. No, seriously. He's actually insane.
------- HIGH PRINCE IMRAHIL PRESENTS: WIKI FAMILY - IMRAHIL'S INSANITY -------
"Would you like some more coffee, Ms. Matsumoto?" asked Imrahil politely. By his girlfriend's silence, he presumed that she didn't. Pouring himself another cup, he leaned back in his chair and sighed. "I tell you, Erwin, we have a beautiful day ahead of us."
'Erwin' was the pet name he gave to Riko Matsumoto, his brand new girlfriend. She was a beautiful girl from Japan that loved Erwin Rommel, and even wore an Afrika Korps hat from time to time. She was smart, kind, devoted...
And she was also an anime bodypillow that Imrahil ordered from the internet. But that was legit the only drawback.
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So this place is kinda dead and no one really gets on any more so if you guys want to raid it go for it.
Also I hope this isn't a 'my mommy didn't give me enough attention when I grew up' or 'emo is cool' or 'I'm depressed and am going to kill my self' type deal seeing as that's just rather lame/pathetic.
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So once upon a time there was a guy named DqrkneZz or simply Dark. Dark wasn't as dark as his name portrayed him to be, he was simply an edgy teenager who liked to overspice things, if you know what I mean. Hell, his skin color was as white as the best cow milk in the whole omniverse. But! Dark was not a simple teenager, he had some kind of special powers given to him by Lucifer because he had sold his soul to him. (Too much edginess leads to bad decisions) Those powers included: 1) Making bad memes 2) Being ironic as all of mother russia and 3) Having the ability to watch Rick and Morty and understand all the jokes which need over 666 IQ to be unders…
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Imrahil collapsed on his bed, it had been so long since he had slept on the soft surface…
Long ago in a house in Ohio
Imrahil snapped awake, a panic had taken the household, as Shadow had seemingly vanished.
“Perhaps he’s just out for a walk, though he wouldn’t forget to tell Berry where… would he?” Imrahil’s thoughts were racing…
Suddenly he snapped back to reality as his door creaked open to reveal Shade, looking at the floor out of embarrassment for what he had done.
His voice was a small squeak almost
“I won this prize and… I thought I could make it up to you by inviting you, it’s to Florida. I invited Faenor and Chaz”
In a dark basement…
Berry cracked open the door,
“Sliding his head in like he was ashamed to ask for help, he was a good kid su…
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I'd just like to apologise for being such an arsehole recently, I'm having a tough time and I'm taking it out on you lot. Please forgive me, even though I hardly deserve itRead more >
Indomitable was sprawled carelessly on the easy chair, TV remote in one hand and a bowl of ice cream in the other.
"The quarterback drops back to pass... looking... looking... he throws it out to Higgins, who runs clear to the forty-six yard line!"
The announcer rambled on, while Indom closed his eyes in utter bliss. Yes, this was what life was meant to be.
"Hey, Indom! what's up?"
Aaaaaaaaaaaaand there was the end of it.
With a long sigh, Indomitable opened his eyes. Shade stood in front of him, blocking the TV.
"Indom, I need your advice."
"I don't give advice. Now move."
"But it's really important!"
"I don't care."
"My girlfriend broke up with me!"
"Tough luck. Why don't you go date Tina or something? I'm trying to watch the game here."
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I have delayed in replying to your recent letter until such a time as the attempt on Kharad Fortress was prepared. I am proud to say that the necessary boats have been procured. I humbly request that Col. Jason's forces reinforce Gen. James Longsword's corps. With their aid, the success of my mission should be certain. Without them I fear the results are uncertain. There is still a struggle to keep the army fed and clothed. I realize that resources are short, however I dearly hope that some salted meats can be spared from Gen. Bell's forces. If these requests were realized, it would greatly contribute to the morale and effectiveness of my army.
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Imrahil eyes jolted awake to his brother staring up at him… well one of them, he wouldn’t find out yet as he felt something cold piercing his skin before his eyes closed once more. Imrahil woke up, the feeling from his hands gone, he saw Morgoth’s cold dead eyes. Imrahil quickly snapped back awake, a marshmallow from his Lucky Charms sliding off his face as everyone around him chuckling. After breakfast, he made a hasty retreat to his room. Upon sitting at his desk, he heard the door shut and the lock turned, “Hello comrade, it is time you repay us.” he saw Elestan, standing there menacingly… as menacing as one can be still in their pajamas. Imrahil tried to find something in the room to fight him off, but all there was were stuffed animal…Read more >
Shade was sitting on the couch, reading up on his 40k lore. Legs kicked up into the table.
“Shade, you're still here? I thought you'd be out after the month ended.”
“Oh, yeah I talked to Glosur. He's letting me stay indefinitely. He actually wanted me to stay in the first place but I said just a month so I could find a place to rent for me and my girlfriend. But… she ended that… soo now there no reason for me to get a place of my own. I'll be in the room second to the end of the hall on the right.”
“Isn't that Draug’s room”
“Draug? You know, Draugluin.”
“Who the hell is Draugluin? You're a good kid Elestan, don't start substance abuse already.”
“What? I'm not high, he's my brother, your own half cousin for pete’s sake!”
Shade looks over the…
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add insult to injury will you, after you've already gotten my discord disabled you won't even let me congratulate you on winning. smh. ungrateful pricks.Read more >
If you're reading this, chances are that you know I rarely go on Discord or on the Wiki, and haven't been on either in months. I try to make an effort to spend time on here but I can't always. I'll be on a bit more in the future, but this may change. I'll try to help when help is needed, and just generally play my (rather insignificant) part in helping the Wiki be the best it can be.
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Well, I had a good run. But now, it's over. I am leaving.
Now, before you start panicking, I am going to remain in contact with certain people, and I will still be part of the Voidbourne Wiki. But I cannot remain in the MERP community any longer.
I remember back when we were just a small group of people, doing roleplays together, having fun. It was relaxed. It was enjoyable. That was, what, three or four years ago now?
But now? In recent days, I have dreaded getting on the Discord or the wiki. Coming on here is a burden. It shouldn't be like that! I'm constantly furstrated and bothered by things like what seems to pass for humour among many of you these days. Piled on top of that, some of the people that have been joining recen…Read more >
Screams, shouts, yells, and jeers of gladiators and spectators alike fill the floor of the arena. While most are simply here to watch and enjoy a bloody spectacle, others are here for a specific purpose. High above, within one of the many viewing rooms, a plot is brewing. The Emperor has recently (in the past few weeks) refused to be seen in the open, remaining at his bedside or on his throne, only letting in a select group of holy priestesses into his chambers.
“I tried to speak with the Emperor today, but one of those witches stopped me, again.”
“I fear his condition is worse than they are letting the public in on.”
“It must be bad, I’ve heard the high priest, extended family, and other important officials have been heading to his bedside fo…
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A father and son walk within the bustling forum of their home city. On every side of the main road are stalls, slave markets, and dark alley ways all filled with both interesting, exotic, and rather dangerous looking individuals. Down one alley way a noble man is dealing with some sort of shady antique dealer, down another some blind man sits in the dark chanting in many thousands of tongues, and all around them slaves and freemen shopping and conversing amongest each other.
A loud cry breaks the atmosphere, "Out of the way, get off the roads! Those who fall to comply will be severely punished if not killed!" shouts a praecones.
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It was a peaceful day in the Wiki household. Things were going well. We hadn't had a revolution, revolt, or incident involving firearms in... three hours? Two and a half?
I was working in the garden, planting some yellow roses, when I heard muffled shouts coming from inside and the crackle of small arms fire. I sighed, knowing they were at it again.
'OPEN FIRE!' screamed Chaz from their barricade of chairs, overturned tables and boxes, and Argali dutifully set up his stolen Chauchat (one had to wonder where Faenor got the money to afford all these guns, much less to modify them) and poured paint-bullets down the hallway at the advancing troops under Itallie, who were promptly sprayed with all the colors of the rainbow. They ducked for cover,…Read more >
DD2 and I were discussing how stale the wiki's gotten without any (conteibutive) new members. We thought abiut advertising on a popular site like reddit but recent experience... Instead why not invite a friend and start trying to make our community less insular.
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'Let 'em have it, boys!'
Muskets crackled and spat and smoke rolled along the line as Gondorian troops, the 37th Regiment of Fusiliers, unloaded a volley into the charging Umbarans. Their white uniforms were soaked in blood, mud, and gore, while the black-garbed fusiliers of the Guard behind them had yet to see action. Ahead of the breastworks, a sea of red marked the positions of Umbaran troops, living and dead.
It was the third attack today on the Gorgoroth lines. Gondor had been pushed out of Núrn not in months but in weeks, taken by storm. Hastily constructed breastworks and trenches formed their only defense here at the moment. Colonel Elion cursed the day Gondor decided to begin producing heavy artillery; it couldn't keep pace with the…Read more >
(You should probably read Part 1 before continuing, if you haven't already. It can be found here.)
When last we left the Wiki Family, they were in dire straights.
Imrahil was to have his girlfriend over that evening. Predictably, everything immediately went to hell in a hand basket.
-Travian has gone missing, and has not been seen for over two days.
-Chaz, an embittered ex-family leader, is leading a revolution to overthrow Itallie and put himself back in control.
-Dark went with Patrick and a few others to try and find some flowers for Imrahil to give his girlfriend. They picked very quality stock: wild dandelions. Now they return back to the house to find a full-scale war being waged. Unfortunately, Dark has recently been shot in the face b…Read more >
All Imrahil wants to do is bring his girlfriend over for dinner. Good luck with that.
"Anything that can go wrong, will. If multiple things can go wrong, they will go wrong in whatever order causes the most possible damage. "Possible damage" always exceeds what everyone previously thought was possible by at least 500%." -Imrahil's Law.
"Are you sure you want to come over for dinner tonight?" asked Imrahil uneasily. He was kicked back on his bed, talking on the phone with his girlfriend.
"Of course!" exclaimed Mandy, "I can't wait to meet your family!"
Imrahil didn't seem comforted. "But my family... they're a little... odd. I mean..."
"Come on, Imrahil, everyone's family is a little weird sometimes."
"I don't think you quite understand-"
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That day began with a knock. This is normally the part where the author tells you it would be a crazy day but crazy is relative. Relative to this family, it's just a day in the life.
"Eureka get the door" Code hadn't even taken his eyes off the Xbox screen.
"Why me? I-"
"Nope you're closer"
"I am in the kitchen... you are in the same room as the door"
Code said nothing, and another knock goes through the door. An eerily familiar knock that Eureka just couldn't pinpoint. As he opens the door it becomes all too clear, "SHADE! I thought you were dead?! Where have you been all this time... and is that a scale foam replica of Sauron's mace?"
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Hello, Faenor here. I'm the oldest in the Wiki family, nine months more so than Imrahil; though as I got an early start in life, I happily have a masters in history and a job teaching at a university, and therefore have no time to watch the house or corral the family. Oh, and I'm a reservist naval officer, though we'll talk about how I got wrangled into that some other time. I blame Trav, personally.
In any case, the family is... shall we say, unique. We have Glosur, who adopted me when I was a wee little lad; Imrahil, who's generally tried to keep me from being brutally murdered or offered up as one of Tyb's many sacrifices; the twins, who seem to really like making up passwords; Morgoth, whom I introduced to a fedora one day in an attempt…Read more >
The clacking of boots upon marble, the sound of Cherubs nesting in the eves of the arches and other cervices, and the low mummer of chanting and the drifting smoke of incense. Ever expanding hall ways running for miles littered on all sides with statues, guards, and pilgrims of all sorts and variety. Every once and awhile a scribe, slave, or servitor runs past bearing some sort of tool or scroll heading down to the next department and all of this is within on place, the Imperial palace.
Two officials stride through this all heading for the most sacred location of all, the Eternal gate, beyond it's doors lie the Emperor himself in all his golden splendor. Hardly ever do the doors open and when they do millions of pilgrims flood the outer wal…Read more >
Well, about two months ago, I decided to try my hand at writing a small wiki family story based off of the recent events of the coup by Chaz and Argali. Here it is. Thanks to Imrahil and Chaz, who helped with proofreading and whatnot, and one to Shadow, who helped a lot.
Well, here it is. Also note that I pasted this from a google doc and don't know how to edit the formatting.
I’m back, from school, and thank goodness that ‘revolution’ is over. But now, I have an even bigger problem on my hands. After the unfortunate events of the recent coup by Chaz (who is currently making a pretty bad leader, and showing lots of red flags - literally, he has communist flags hanging everywhere.) someone had neglected to put the bacon back, or perhaps this…
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Far above LT-299, a 290-B class mass civilian ship remains anchored in quarantine. The engines pulse with a dull hum. Short bursts of flashes occasionally show through the portholes like tiny lightning storms. A 5-CA class military boarding ship is docked on its side. A veichle approaches, the Barbed Haft, personal starship of Astrid Stone. Inquisitor.
A knock sounds through the door of Astrid's worship room. "Inquisitor, we are approaching the LT system. Would you like us to establish communications with the boarding ship?"
Astrid opens the door. "Prepare the armaments, check the armors, then establish comms, lieutenant."
Astrid quickly makes way to her quarter room, stripping off her standard uniform and neatly folding by …
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I didn't even realize it had snuck up on me so quickly. My two year anniversary of being on this wiki has finally arrived!
I hope you know that I love and appreciate each and every one of you. This place, and the friends I have made here, will always have a special place in my heart. I've gone through quite a lot since I first joined, and I'm not sure how I could have made it without you guys.
This wiki has been such a blessing to me. And despite all the arguing and debate that flares up once in a while, the time I have spent here has been irreplaceable. I wouldn't give you guys for anything in the world. Here's to two incredible years of friendship and fun, and may we have many more.
Your friendly neighborhood administrator,
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Recently I've noticed something interesting. Whenever there's a problem with free speech and SJWs, the right quickly blames it on the left. The left, in turn, quickly blames it on the dangerous far left, the crazy radicals that are nothing like them. This explanation seems acceptable to enough the right wing. In this day and age it seems like the fall eft is always something to be analyzed, but few people actually look at their beliefs. Too many times I've heard to SJWs referred to as socialist or communists, with little evidence to back it up. So as a member of the far left, I'm jumping in. Here are some of the most outspoken proponents of free speech on the left, the greatest opposition to SJWs, and all belonging to the so called dangero…Read more >
With Elessar still at war in the east and trying to broker peace with the Haradrim, he had little time to look after his young son. Thus Eldarion, for a few years, lived in Tirith Aear with Imrahil, whom he affectionately called "Uncle". Imrahil became like a second father to him, and when Eldarion inherited the throne, the aging prince was always his closest advisor.
The rain poured down on Imrahil, the winds howling through the mountains like a legion of wargs. But Imrahil stood silently at the very top of Tirith Aear, gazing quietly at the rocky cliffs below him. The storm raged on, as massive waves crashed into the stone like orcish armies against a shield-wall. Thunder rolled in the distant hills, and for a …Read more >
The other day I was looking through some old blog posts, and rediscovered a story Travian had written a while back. You might remember it. It involved the heroic sacrifice of Travian Sackett, who gave his life to help Imrahil escape an Umbarian assault.
Now I've never thought about it before, really. I've just always envisioned Travian and Imrahil dying side-by-side in battle, in some heroic last stand on the burning sands of Harad or the rolling plains of distant Rhun. Travian dying first... well, it's intriguing to say the least. How would Imrahil react? After all, this is not only Imrahil's friend, but his most trusted general and seneschal. I'm not sure Imrahil could even function on a day-to-day basis without his faithful squire.
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I would like to inform you all that I will be absent for the next two weeks. All characters in my control will temporarily be controlled by each respective gamemaster until my return.
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Welcome to Code's Game Reviews, guys. Comment your thoughts down below! Now, to the game.
Today, we've got Final Fantasy 3. Oh, you've never played Final Fantasy 3? You've only played 15, or 23, or whatever number they're on now. If you go to this website , you'll be able to play one of the best retro RPGs of all time, aside from Chrono Trigger. We'll be talking about the NES version, by the way.
The First Final Fantasy was great. The second was 'meh', at best. Now, we're talking about the third, which is, in my opinion the best 2D FF game ever made. In this game, you play as 4 heroes, whose names you can pick, who are given the title "Warriors of Light" by a crystal in a cave, which also gives them the power to switch jobs from the utterly …Read more >
Chaz sat in his Secret War Room (or "Chaz's room" as some uneducated Capitalist pigs might call it), secretly planning his next move. The time was right. Back in Wyoming, he had intentionally allowed Faenor's revolution to fail. Faenor would never be an effective leader, no better then Imrahil. But the revolution had made people question... it had shown weakness... what if Imrahil could truly be overthrown?
"BWAHAHAHAHAHA-HACKCOUGHHACK" Chaz's evil laughter dissipated into a coughing spell, as he heard his comrade knock on the door.
"Give the secret knock!" ordered Chaz.
"... do I have to?"
"GIVE THE SECRET KNOCK!"
The person on the other end pounded out the rhythm to the USSR anthem before Chaz unlatched the door and opened it. Standing be…Read more >
I would, first and foremost, like to thank my good friend Imrahil for engaging in a, mostly, civil manner, and producing a thought provoking, and, might I add quite long, blog post. However, it is my belief that my good friend's account is misleading in many ways, and as a result I have compiled the following response, which I believe is best read side by side in a separate tab alongside my good friend's post. If I have indeed, missed a certain point in my rebuttal then I encourage it be brought before me so that my good friend does not feel I am cherry picking among his arguments. Also, although I do appreciate the citations, they are of little use to me, since most are books and I am therefore unable to check them myself. For that reason…Read more >
With the approval of Imrahil, this story of my own making has been added to the Wiki canon. Now that i've got that out of the way, enjoy the story of, Uncle Dragon's run for office.There are a lot of strange things in this world thought Imrahil, but this was a bit too strange even for their family. Imrahil reclined on their couch, yawning for an extended period of time, almost falling back asleep with his bowl of Lucky Charms in hand. After their trip Uncle Dragon had mysteriously vanished, with him Imrahil’s cereal. He reached for the remote his eyes half closed and still groggy from his near-sleepless night, he could’ve sworn Faenor was still planning something about overthrowing someone, however he instead picked up a smoke bomb’s rema… Read more >
Out of all the outrageous lies that have been propagated by the Yankee victors over the years, none remains more prevalent, yet more absurd then the belief that "The South just wanted to keep its slaves!" I simply can't sit around to watch my beloved Dixie be maligned any more by these ridiculous lies that two seconds and an idiot with a search search browser could disprove.
Let me preface this by saying, as I'm sure you're all well aware, I do not defend or support the practice of slavery. It is an evil and outmoded form of labor that should not, and will not, ever return to this nation again. I would also like to say, this is not blindly copy and pasted from some blog on the internet, as some people are apt to do. I will attempt to cite a…Read more >
"I'm boooooooooooored..." whined Codebreaker "Code" Wiki, the infamous hacker. Who knew that the number one hacker contracted by Russia lived with his parents in a city in Ohio, and regularly hacked NATO while eating breakfast in his pajamas?
"Weren't you uploading wikileaks or something?" asked Imrahil, pouring himself a cup of coffee.
"Yeah, but the French election finally died down and it's foreeeeever until the UK elections come up." he whined. "Besides, these places just don't have good security measures anymore. The last time I hacked the UN database it took like a half hour. Hacking into Hillary's server took fifteen minutes, tops."
Imrahil had his head in his hands. "Do you really have to interfere with elections all the time?"
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So, I have been with you guys for quite a long time, and you've grown on me. Imrahil's wacky stories, Faenor's crusades against MLP, all the absurd things we've said in chat, even Malta and Eureka's bitching (no offense meant, I am simply stating my humble opinion on the matter) have grown on me. You guys are always fun to be around, wether it's debating custom lore, the rules, world brainwa.. ehm, or the endless jokes about communism and MLP, we've been together a lot. I've never really been too open (being a really introverted teen asshole during most of this), but I've (mostly) enjoyed the ride nonetheless.
I've gotten fairly unlucky in terms of RPs I've joined, especially since when the best ones were going on last year I had summer cam…Read more >
Faenor coaches Imrahil on dating technique. This should be good...
"Are you sure this is a good idea Faenor?"
Imrahil looked at himself in the mirror. His normally fluffy hair was slicked back with an abundance of hair gel, and instead of his normal leather jacket, he was wearing a full suit.
"Entirely, my dear brother. Christina is a very nice girl, and quite pretty I might add!"
"Don't you remember the last time you tried to set me up with one of your friends?"
"Come now, Imrahil, the past is in the past. I doubt the manager at the Red Lobster even remembers that explosion."
"It made local news..."
"Now, now, Imrahil, you must stop looking to the past! Look to the future! And Olive Garden doesn't even have anything you could accidently blow up!"
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For too long has this bastard gone unpunished. For too long they have manipulated members making false accusations to get them hated by their fellow wiki members. FOR TOO LONG BUT NO LONGER. They have nearly torn this wiki apart for their crimes. MORGOTH THE FIRST DARK LORD!!! He framed Chaz for their crimes taking upon the mantle of a false detective! Chaz was getting too close to the truth and Morgoth knew he had to cover up the crime and to do so he used psychological projection. The theory which people attack others with their own activities to take that away from themselves. In fact he went so far as to even pin Chaz as the mastermind to protect his bosses. He works for SHADOW AND BERRY! I know this because it is natural to protect th…Read more >
Hello, all! Imrahil, here. I just finished making my newest, most original project yet. A spoof on "Choose Your Own Adventure" stuff, starring the Wiki Family. I recommend using ctrl + F to skip directly to a number when you make a decision, that way you don't accidently read ahead while you're scrolling down.
[1. START HERE:]
You are Imrahil Alqua, a member of the Wiki Family. You awake to the sound of birds chirping, and the smell of sizzling bacon. The kitchen is right below your room, so the smells of breakfast waft upwards as you silence your alarm clock. With a tired groan you roll out of bed and go through your daily routine. You pull on some jeans, and find your favorite shirt (it's blue with a swan on it). Lastly you put on your br…
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The grand finale! Everything finally comes together! By the way, in case you haven't noticed, this totally isn't the beginning. You need to start way back at Part 1
The sun glistened on the peaks of snow-capped mountains as the bus slowly winded its way through the beautiful lakes and cliffs of the Cascade Mountains. Finally, the mountains faded away, and they descended towards the gorgeous fresh-water inlet known as The Puget Sound, where lay Seattle.
Imrahil let out a low whistle as they descended down the slope and into the city.
It was gorgeous. It was built on multiple layers, separated by ornate retaining walls. Navigating through through the streets, Imrahil soon drove into the Queen Anne district, and finally reached Kerry Park.
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