Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28049624-20160325022511/@comment-28110025-20170922151917

((hello can i join as Slamby pls thenk you))

'''As the students arrived from their own corners of the town, a young man did a sick Naruto run through the front gates. It was Slamby, who seemed to be unfazed by the cold, wet surroundings, as his outfit was still his usual - black cargo shorts, black high heels, black gloves, black pasties, and a black blindfold (as he could see with his mind). On top of all this, he seemed to be carrying a sword - it was large, extravagent, and it was hard to tell where Slamby's Sword ended and his arm began. It was almost as if it was an extension of his soul - he and the sword were one.'''

'''Slamby straightened himself up, and placed the sword on his back, breaking the connection he appeared to have. He began to saunter into the main building, seemingly unaware of the chaos he had created by simply showing up. He snickered as he watched the students take off their shoes and put on their slippers - his high heels would never leave his feet. "slambe need to go to class," he murmered to himself, and it was true - for Slamby to keep up his role as a positive influence to young children, he did have to keep up with schoolwork. But that didn't mean he had to ditch his sword.'''

'He checks the class board for his name, unsurprised when he doesn't find it, as he isn't technically ''a student at this school. But he serves a far more important purpose. Slamby, even at the cost of other lives, needed to stop the god Xela Ahman. If that means killing his puppets, then so be it.'''

But first, Slamby had to find out who Xela's puppet was this time...