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Darklord... Zeek... An unwritten, yet implied gay sex scene... I'm not quite sure what to think... I'm feeling a bit uncomfortable reading this with my dad right next to me in the car.Oh, and before anyone goes apeshit at me, I'm not homophobic, I just don't want my dad seeing this.

I pick Zan up and, with Deomi's help, take him to the sofa and lay him down. I myself feel a bit fatigued, so I sit down beside him, pull my hat over my eyes and try to sleep. BANG! I flail around in shock for a second, my hat falling behind the sofa, and hear Eyri curse in pain. "Who put...

Darklord, do you not feel at all uncomfortable writing a character who is in a gay relationship? I mean, I'm not saying stop, but... Um... Does it?

Whoops!

I lie face-down on my bed. My tear-stained face is buried in a pillow. I hear the door open a crack. "Felix?" Zan says carefully, "are you alright?" I grunt. "Because Lewis is." I leap onto him and give him a great big hug, before getting up off of the floor and laughing embarrassedly...

Deomi is on the floor, sweating, her face red. I run over to her and check her. Her breathing's rapid, her pulse is high. I frantically bang my head against hers, realising that she's stuck in Lewis's body, and when that doesn't work I give her the only remedy I know. I kiss her. It's tender...

O.O

Zan throws the bucket of water over Lewis, and Lewis bursts into a coughing fit. I swear I see a murky pink steam come out as he coughs. He slams back into the pillow. "Maddie..." He croaks, his throat sounding dry and parched, "Maaaaaddiiiieeeee..." I find myself tearing up a bit. I was never...

S-punk IC: Wooooooooooaaaaaah... WOOOOOOOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAAAAAAOOOAAAAAH... I feel my spirit being dragged out of my body, and see myself going through my own body, like some ghost character game glitch. Zan's voice drifts through my head like a fluffy cloud of shut up Felix you're not gay...

"Zan!" I shout, "remember your sexual orientation!"

Are you... I mean... Okay, how does an art/science fiction sub-genre correlate in any way to the fact that someone's mum is a god from ancient times?IC: "My hat!" I yell, "MY GOGGLES! YOU BASTARD! THIS ISN'T EVEN STEAMPUNK! IT'S CLOCKPUNK, WANKER! YOU KNOW HOW MUCH TIME AND PAINSTAKING WORK I...

IC: Felix took his hat off, and ran his fingers through his thick, puffy, spiked hair. He ran the tap on hot, filled the bathroom sink, and dunked his head in. Seconds later, his head came out, gasping between pained obscenities. "Fuck, that's hot!" He yelled. "You okay?" Deomi's voice came...

And to everyone who's confused, Lewis, Zan, John, Felix, Deomi, Aaron, Will and Eyri teleported to Dorset and Felix bought a penthouse in a hotel with stolen money from Barclays. They were exploring the town and came across what they thought was a power generator run by a race known as...

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!

Pro-tip: don't start every sentence with Arzoth. Use 'he' every once in a while. Improves your RP'ing skills by miles!

Well, we have encountered another species that can manipulate the ether (Illithids). They can become all the colours of magic, obviously not all at once (except for the rare case of an Illithid warlock).

Whenever I join my friend's Direwolf20 1.6 server, it says 'logging in' in front of a dirt screen as usual, but then the text disappears, leaving me with a dirt screen for about ten seconds, and then it just... Closes. No crash screen, no 'out of memory', the client just automatically closes. I...

What am I supposed to say?

Knucker. Well, obviously everyone won't say the exact same thing. There will obviously be a slight rephrasing with each person.

"Now," I say, "is not the time." A smoke begins to seep from the tray in the reactor chamber. The pyromancer doesn't seem to notice how it's starting to fill the whole room. It's suddenly sweltering, and the smoke is creeping ever closer. "Now," I say, "is REALLY not the time." A screech...