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The Omegle Crusades: Marriage Counselling
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The Omegle Crusades: Duel of the Rock Gods
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The Omegle Crusades: Brogan Returns
![yomegle Crusade! The omegle Talk to strangers! You're chatting with a random stranger on Omegle! You and the stranger both Ilke Roleplaying. Stranger: (I am Peyton, I have long brown hair, green eyes, I am skinny but kinda Busty, I am in legging and a baggy sweatshirt. With makeup on. (Role idea): We are bestfriends, but then something changed it all. About two years later you come to my apartment and want to talk to me..(take it from there if you wanna do this one. Give brief description) (PS: This can get sexual but doesnt have to) You: reading You: Sexual is fine, btw. I'm open. Stranger: Alright(: You: (Goes by the nickname B. Very tall, extremely muscular and fit. Has long blonde hair and cold blue eyes.) I look down at the shorter woman standing in the open doorway. "Hello" I greeted her. Stranger: "What are you doing here?". I asked a's I opened the door You: "I have something important to tell you" I said, taking a step forward. Stranger:I looked nervous,"Alright come in) You:I shut the door behind me. "They're coming for me; we're running out of time." Stranger: "who's coming for you?" You: "Orcs." I replied as a thunderous rampage sounded outside. The flimsy door was already giving way to their banging. I ripped off my clothes revealing my loincloth and boots, and readied my trusty greatsword. "READY YOURSELF, FRIEND. FOR TODAY, BROGAN FIGHTS FOR THE BOTH OF US." Stranger: "That's why they make locks on doors" she showed sarcasicly a's she locked her dooer You: The orcs broke through the flimsy lock, and began pouring into the room, roughly grabbing at Peyton, their breath rancid like rotted meat, filth slung onto their armor and weapons. I stabbed one roughly through the eye, releasing its grip from the girl. "I'VE GOT MY EYE ON YOU, FOOL." Your conversational partner has disconnected. omegle Talk to strangers! You're chatting with a random stranger on Omeglel You and the stranger both Ilike roleplaying. Stranger: [Eve. 19. Brunette, green eyes, curvy, 34C, firm ass, naval pierced and a heart tattoo at the small of my back.] My father has sent me to you to take care of far too many times. It's come to a point that I thought I have two father. You're my father's oldest and closest friend. You recently got out of your short term marriage with a younger female. My father once again has sent me to your place after he decided that he needed to go overseas for a week. I arrive at your doorstep in a pair of white shorts and blue tank top. I knock on your door as I set my bag on the floor. [Please be descriptive, we're very close, short description of yourself, if you'd like, you could be a little dominant and please continue. Also, sorry if you can't see me typing.] You: reading You: (Goes by the nickname B, very tall, ridiculously well built, blonde hair down to shoulders. Currently wearing a tight white t- shirt and blue jeans.) You: "Back already? Come inside." I say to the young girl standing in my doorway. Stranger:I smile, "Sorry my dad didn't stop to say hi. He claimed that he's late." I shake my head, bringing my bag inside. "How are you? It's been ages since I last saw you." You: "Fine." I say, leading her to the kitchen. I point to a few maps. "take a look at this" I say. Stranger:I lean forward, squinting my eyes. "You know, I'm never good at geography. What is that?" | ask. You: "That's my house. Where the orcs will attack." I say, and rip off my clothes, revealing my loincloth and boots as green skinned monsters pour inside. I ready a claymore in one hand, an axe in the other. "BUT FEAR NOT, BROGAN SHALL FIGHT BESIDE YOU TODAY." You: With a mighty swing, a dire fly that one was riding was cleaved in twain. "DON'T FLY OFF THE HANDLE, CUR." Your conversational partner has disconnected. omegle Talk to strangers! You're chatting with a random stranger on Omegle! You and the stranger both lke roleplaying, and Rp. Stranger: I Am your company's biggest threat your mission was to take me and bring me back to your company . You have been looking for me all over the place and are about to go home after a long day when you see me walking down a dark ally (my names is Scarlett Antoinette, F19 21 in the roleplay, I have long wavy blonde hair and crystal blue eyes with bright blood red lips my most recognizable trait. I'm wearing a black jumpsuit a gun in my waistband, very sexually tense relationship but no actual activity until later) You: reading You: Tall, extremely heavily built man with shoulder length blonde hair and blue eyes. Wears a tight white tee shirt and blue jeans, carries a duffel bag. Stranger: Continue please Oh and first and last name ? You: Goes by the nickname "B". Can't use real names in corporate espionage, you know? Stranger: I understand You: "You! Get back here, I just want to talk!" I yelled in a deep voice, spotting the woman I was after. Stranger:I smirk and turn around "Why hello Mr.B" You: "There is no time. We must leave soon." I said, approaching closer. Stranger: "Ah-ah you do realize your Hunting me" | raise an eyebrow You: "No. Not hunting you; we're bait." I said, ripping off my clothes and revealing a loincloth and boots. I gripped the greatsword from my bag, as a horde of bloodthirsty orcs streamed in from both sides of the alley. "BRACE YOURSELF WENCH. FOR TODAY, ONLY THROUGH BROGAN SHALL YOU LIVE." I shouted, and punched an Orc so hard it entered its abdomen. Entrails streamed out behind it. "NO GUTS, NO GLORY, CUR." Your conversational partner has disconnected.](https://i.kym-cdn.com/photos/images/masonry/002/008/852/899.png)
![yomegle Crusade! The omegle Talk to strangers! You're chatting with a random stranger on Omegle! You and the stranger both Ilke Roleplaying. Stranger: (I am Peyton, I have long brown hair, green eyes, I am skinny but kinda Busty, I am in legging and a baggy sweatshirt. With makeup on. (Role idea): We are bestfriends, but then something changed it all. About two years later you come to my apartment and want to talk to me..(take it from there if you wanna do this one. Give brief description) (PS: This can get sexual but doesnt have to) You: reading You: Sexual is fine, btw. I'm open. Stranger: Alright(: You: (Goes by the nickname B. Very tall, extremely muscular and fit. Has long blonde hair and cold blue eyes.) I look down at the shorter woman standing in the open doorway. "Hello" I greeted her. Stranger: "What are you doing here?". I asked a's I opened the door You: "I have something important to tell you" I said, taking a step forward. Stranger:I looked nervous,"Alright come in) You:I shut the door behind me. "They're coming for me; we're running out of time." Stranger: "who's coming for you?" You: "Orcs." I replied as a thunderous rampage sounded outside. The flimsy door was already giving way to their banging. I ripped off my clothes revealing my loincloth and boots, and readied my trusty greatsword. "READY YOURSELF, FRIEND. FOR TODAY, BROGAN FIGHTS FOR THE BOTH OF US." Stranger: "That's why they make locks on doors" she showed sarcasicly a's she locked her dooer You: The orcs broke through the flimsy lock, and began pouring into the room, roughly grabbing at Peyton, their breath rancid like rotted meat, filth slung onto their armor and weapons. I stabbed one roughly through the eye, releasing its grip from the girl. "I'VE GOT MY EYE ON YOU, FOOL." Your conversational partner has disconnected. omegle Talk to strangers! You're chatting with a random stranger on Omeglel You and the stranger both Ilike roleplaying. Stranger: [Eve. 19. Brunette, green eyes, curvy, 34C, firm ass, naval pierced and a heart tattoo at the small of my back.] My father has sent me to you to take care of far too many times. It's come to a point that I thought I have two father. You're my father's oldest and closest friend. You recently got out of your short term marriage with a younger female. My father once again has sent me to your place after he decided that he needed to go overseas for a week. I arrive at your doorstep in a pair of white shorts and blue tank top. I knock on your door as I set my bag on the floor. [Please be descriptive, we're very close, short description of yourself, if you'd like, you could be a little dominant and please continue. Also, sorry if you can't see me typing.] You: reading You: (Goes by the nickname B, very tall, ridiculously well built, blonde hair down to shoulders. Currently wearing a tight white t- shirt and blue jeans.) You: "Back already? Come inside." I say to the young girl standing in my doorway. Stranger:I smile, "Sorry my dad didn't stop to say hi. He claimed that he's late." I shake my head, bringing my bag inside. "How are you? It's been ages since I last saw you." You: "Fine." I say, leading her to the kitchen. I point to a few maps. "take a look at this" I say. Stranger:I lean forward, squinting my eyes. "You know, I'm never good at geography. What is that?" | ask. You: "That's my house. Where the orcs will attack." I say, and rip off my clothes, revealing my loincloth and boots as green skinned monsters pour inside. I ready a claymore in one hand, an axe in the other. "BUT FEAR NOT, BROGAN SHALL FIGHT BESIDE YOU TODAY." You: With a mighty swing, a dire fly that one was riding was cleaved in twain. "DON'T FLY OFF THE HANDLE, CUR." Your conversational partner has disconnected. omegle Talk to strangers! You're chatting with a random stranger on Omegle! You and the stranger both lke roleplaying, and Rp. Stranger: I Am your company's biggest threat your mission was to take me and bring me back to your company . You have been looking for me all over the place and are about to go home after a long day when you see me walking down a dark ally (my names is Scarlett Antoinette, F19 21 in the roleplay, I have long wavy blonde hair and crystal blue eyes with bright blood red lips my most recognizable trait. I'm wearing a black jumpsuit a gun in my waistband, very sexually tense relationship but no actual activity until later) You: reading You: Tall, extremely heavily built man with shoulder length blonde hair and blue eyes. Wears a tight white tee shirt and blue jeans, carries a duffel bag. Stranger: Continue please Oh and first and last name ? You: Goes by the nickname "B". Can't use real names in corporate espionage, you know? Stranger: I understand You: "You! Get back here, I just want to talk!" I yelled in a deep voice, spotting the woman I was after. Stranger:I smirk and turn around "Why hello Mr.B" You: "There is no time. We must leave soon." I said, approaching closer. Stranger: "Ah-ah you do realize your Hunting me" | raise an eyebrow You: "No. Not hunting you; we're bait." I said, ripping off my clothes and revealing a loincloth and boots. I gripped the greatsword from my bag, as a horde of bloodthirsty orcs streamed in from both sides of the alley. "BRACE YOURSELF WENCH. FOR TODAY, ONLY THROUGH BROGAN SHALL YOU LIVE." I shouted, and punched an Orc so hard it entered its abdomen. Entrails streamed out behind it. "NO GUTS, NO GLORY, CUR." Your conversational partner has disconnected.](https://i.kym-cdn.com/photos/images/original/002/008/852/899.png)
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The Omegle Crusades: Actually Role Playing as a Doctor
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part 2
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schizo anon gets played
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Cargopunk
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The Omegle Crusades: Brogan the Barbarian
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the saga of the dog fucker
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What if the Drow all spoke like Rolf?
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And not one single fuck was given that day.
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/tg/ discusses 6E
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Crazy Hassan's Used Camel Emporium
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Xeno
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Boris the Titan
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Oi Iz Da Noight
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Blue mini
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Mr Squig
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Blue and Zizzbitz
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Praise the Omnissiah
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