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HOW MUCH HAVE YOU GUYS CONSIDERED THIS

Seriously, this could turn into a legitimate game/story setting.

Hum ho, another GUNINANRUNIN game - wait.

RESERVATIONALIZATION IN THIS COMPARTMENTALIZATIONAL SPACEAZTION
Name: Jack Nicholson Schwartz
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A roundish face, mischievous green eyes with slight wrinkles around them are distinguishing features. His hair is thinning - just a bit, and is salt and pepper colored. He's relatively fit, and seemingly only wears navy slacks and no-brand t-shirts when off duty, though he does own some formal attire - all blue or darker.

You can't summon yourself. Aberrations do not work that way. More likely we'd summon a rival.

But I think recovering these relics should be a #1 priority.

Let's at least try.
Also, examine their memories. How did they figure out how to summon us?

Hope you get better soon, man.

Xantalos use teh wormhole to go the castle the princces

WOAH WOAH WOAH
GUYS
YOU MISSED IT?!

Use the ritual properly - summon the rest of our power to us.

I see them.
No one else seems to; maybe they've just been a part of the background so long that no one else sees them, but I do.
The Giants who made the world. They stand tall, their heads above the clouds, and look down upon us, unmoving for millenia.
Sometimes they stir, their merest movements causing the ground to quake under their weight and the air to rush aside at their approach.
They're all of a different nature, too, each one in their own part of the world - Forest, capricous and mischeous, much like the ape which it's collosal form is modeled after. Rock, immovable, ancient, steady. Ocean, as one tumultuous and yet rythmitic, emotions and movements ebbing and flowing like the tide.
I even got one of them to look at me once. I don't know how; perhaps it was pure chance. For the past several days I'd been climbing up Rock to look at the world from it's head when it seemed to notice the speck upon it's arm.
It looked at me, and I saw into it's eyes.
I saw ages pass by, the stars vanish and be reborn in a whirling display, saw forests and oceans grow and shrink, all the while the rock beneath bearing the weight. It had been there forever, seen more than I would ever see.
It was amazing. I can never look at the world the same again, knowing that every tree, every stone, was put there by the gods themselves.
Perhaps if - if I could get them to notice me again, I could get them to remove some of the hazards surrounding our village. They, after all, are ancient and immovable. We are not.
We need room to grow.

This is the WMG thread for a reason.