I've recently been introduced to a game called roe blocks, I won't say the name directly, I'm afraid of getting sued or something.
Anyways, it's a pretty fun game, and I've begun playing it on my own time, with its vast selection of everything one c...
I already described this game in the cats creed story, that one sucks, I cannot suggest reading that mindless drivel, I won't be explaining again tho lol
this one will do, it's a story of the time I ran a gladiator pit... for certain people on the streets of Bobux. It is a favorite memory of mine. And every time I think about it, a laugh. Sadly, because of this, I'm probably not gonna do any of the usual art. I AINT HAVIN THAT STUFF IN MY GALLERY, GET OFF MY BACK! You know what, just take a look at the screenshot (edited the names out) it should explain. Yeah, I was the manager of a gladiator pit. This was the only picture I took in its humble beginnings, but it eventually grew so large the entire lobby was watching the fights. As one guy stated "this is like what the Roman's did to the Christian's.", I think that's funny, but those were glorified executions. This, what I had, was a sport!
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Looolll you even get to see Fish Rat! You should feel lucky! Pffttt, I ain't putting too much effort into this one, with that outta the way, BEGIN! That was a lie. This is my best one yet. I'm kinda pissed about it. This took place in December, which is why there's snow. Ignore the sign that says Halloween. Not important, just exposition.
You. Its you. Well, not you, but it's you? This is the character you are, but I must warn you, this character is not a good one. You are a furry. Yes, 'Tis true, your character is this strange, anthropomorphic animal abomination. This may be nothing new to you, or a nightmare come true, but for this story, it's what you must be. I'd draw your character for you, so you can visualize it, but I don't think I should, just imagine you but a dog, that should work. If you can live with your existence as a furry in an unofficial internet story nobody reads, stay, if you can't, grow a pair, then come back because I would like your views.
You're on your usual trip to the Booth Game Market, a market full of booths, it should be obvious but who knows at this point. When you notice that the booths are all empty, nothing to buy, no games to take part in, no zealous fanatic rambling about how God wants us all dead, no perverted player dressed up as a weird animal thing, other than you yourself of course. You begin walking around taking a gander at everything, and you notice how all of the signs say "closed for the event". You get a big sappy smile across your biologically impossible face. "Event!?", you think to yourself, "oh goodness! I can't wait to see what it is? An event so spectacular that all the players would close down their booths just to see is no small deal!". You begin rushing around, trying to find out where everybody went, the cold snow nipping your ears, and the tiled stone of the plaza sapping the warmth right out from under your feet. It's really beautiful you think as you take a seat in an empty bench, it is exceptionally uncomfortable due to not being designed with tails in mind. You look up to the stars, the cosmos twinkling in an awesome display of lights, the moon being an anchor for the sight of it all, and the Christmas lights emitting just the right amounts of colors. You were so caught up in finding the event, you never took time to appreciate the scenery. You think of this as you focus your senses for other small details. Old Christmas music crackling out of a jukebox, jingle bells strung up on wires that blow in the wind, and the faint screaming of joy from what you assume are kids sledding down a slope, or, is that screams of agony?
