Tavern inspirations: Bloodborne, Little Nightmares I and II, Bendy and the Ink Machine, Fallout 4: Nuka World
Time period: Early 1800s, but with some dark fantasy flair and plenty of artificers.
There once was a company called Sweet Dreams. They were known for their state-of-the-art factories and their magical food. Canned goods and sweets would be packaged and sent throughout the country every day. Every factory needed an entire city of dedicated employees to run it, and so those cities were built around the factories. These cities were self-sufficient, able to keep the factories running with no outside help. But one day, the company closed down, and all of the employees disappeared without a trace.
All of that was less than a month ago. Now, the largest of the twisted, surreal cities stands in front of you, dear adventurer, and you are entering it. All the life is gone from this place, and the bright, colorful posters and signs have all faded much faster than logic should dictate. Monsters and constructs roam the layered streets. The smells of candy and cooked meats still emanate from the factory. It's time to find out what has happened.
Rules:
1. No PVP unless the other player consents
2. Keep it PG-13 at most.
3. If you think someone might have a phobia, don't use it to mess with them
4. Respect other players, especially the mods.
5. You may have optimized characters, but no characters with over 20 levels.
6. Put "Waffles" in your first post so I know you've read the rules.
District POIs:
Factory:
A small restaurant inside the factory. The lights are on, and the music is playing, but no one is home... except for the slumped-over monster who tends the eatery.
Theme Park:
A large, happy animatronic mascot wanders around the shopping area, giving free tokens and big hugs to anyone who needs them. However, the inhabitants of this theme park mall may have a thing or two to say to trespassers.
Production:
Meat hooks and rusted metal make it clear that this section was not made for consumers. Something slinks through these halls, eager to welcome new guests to the city.
As you enter, a gentle jingle plays from the phonograph on the counter. A strange creature with long, long arms and an employee's uniform sits behind the counter.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A heavily armored person enters... or is it a robot?... and walks to the counter. They have a visor on that covers their eyes and gives off a dim purple glow. A hilt of some kind sits on their hip, and three grenades sit opposite it. They say in a gravelly voice, "Do you have any waffles?"
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Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
A heavily armored person enters... or is it a robot?... and walks to the counter. They have a visor on that covers their eyes and gives off a dim purple glow. A hilt of some kind sits on their hip, and three grenades sit opposite it. They say in a gravelly voice, "Do you have any waffles?"
The monster at the counter reaches both of its arms into the kitchen. One minute later, they come back out, holding a steaming hot plate of fresh waffles covered in chocolate syrup and sprinkles. Its head is still slumped against its chest.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A heavily armored person enters... or is it a robot?... and walks to the counter. They have a visor on that covers their eyes and gives off a dim purple glow. A hilt of some kind sits on their hip, and three grenades sit opposite it. They say in a gravelly voice, "Do you have any waffles?"
The monster at the counter reaches both of its arms into the kitchen. One minute later, they come back out, holding a steaming hot plate of fresh waffles covered in chocolate syrup and sprinkles. Its head is still slumped against its chest.
The figure picks up the waffles and puts the entire plate into a cavity in its chest that swings open. It shuts, and a moment later opens, revealing an empty plate with waffle crumbs on it. "Thanks. What happened here?"
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Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
A heavily armored person enters... or is it a robot?... and walks to the counter. They have a visor on that covers their eyes and gives off a dim purple glow. A hilt of some kind sits on their hip, and three grenades sit opposite it. They say in a gravelly voice, "Do you have any waffles?"
The monster at the counter reaches both of its arms into the kitchen. One minute later, they come back out, holding a steaming hot plate of fresh waffles covered in chocolate syrup and sprinkles. Its head is still slumped against its chest.
The figure picks up the waffles and puts the entire plate into a cavity in its chest that swings open. It shuts, and a moment later opens, revealing an empty plate with waffle crumbs on it. "Thanks. What happened here?"
The monster shrugs in response. "I was here when it happened. I didn't see anything."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A heavily armored person enters... or is it a robot?... and walks to the counter. They have a visor on that covers their eyes and gives off a dim purple glow. A hilt of some kind sits on their hip, and three grenades sit opposite it. They say in a gravelly voice, "Do you have any waffles?"
The monster at the counter reaches both of its arms into the kitchen. One minute later, they come back out, holding a steaming hot plate of fresh waffles covered in chocolate syrup and sprinkles. Its head is still slumped against its chest.
The figure picks up the waffles and puts the entire plate into a cavity in its chest that swings open. It shuts, and a moment later opens, revealing an empty plate with waffle crumbs on it. "Thanks. What happened here?"
The monster shrugs in response. "I was here when it happened. I didn't see anything."
"Hmm. Interesting. I got hired to check it out. Name's Katethiir. What's yours?"
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Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
A heavily armored person enters... or is it a robot?... and walks to the counter. They have a visor on that covers their eyes and gives off a dim purple glow. A hilt of some kind sits on their hip, and three grenades sit opposite it. They say in a gravelly voice, "Do you have any waffles?"
The monster at the counter reaches both of its arms into the kitchen. One minute later, they come back out, holding a steaming hot plate of fresh waffles covered in chocolate syrup and sprinkles. Its head is still slumped against its chest.
The figure picks up the waffles and puts the entire plate into a cavity in its chest that swings open. It shuts, and a moment later opens, revealing an empty plate with waffle crumbs on it. "Thanks. What happened here?"
The monster shrugs in response. "I was here when it happened. I didn't see anything."
"Hmm. Interesting. I got hired to check it out. Name's Katethiir. What's yours?"
"Wallace. I run this place, if you couldn't tell. Everyone else left, but I kept telling them that it was a malfunction in the emergency alert system. I was evidently wrong, but I am still alive, so I was about a quarter right."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A heavily armored person enters... or is it a robot?... and walks to the counter. They have a visor on that covers their eyes and gives off a dim purple glow. A hilt of some kind sits on their hip, and three grenades sit opposite it. They say in a gravelly voice, "Do you have any waffles?"
The monster at the counter reaches both of its arms into the kitchen. One minute later, they come back out, holding a steaming hot plate of fresh waffles covered in chocolate syrup and sprinkles. Its head is still slumped against its chest.
The figure picks up the waffles and puts the entire plate into a cavity in its chest that swings open. It shuts, and a moment later opens, revealing an empty plate with waffle crumbs on it. "Thanks. What happened here?"
The monster shrugs in response. "I was here when it happened. I didn't see anything."
"Hmm. Interesting. I got hired to check it out. Name's Katethiir. What's yours?"
"Wallace. I run this place, if you couldn't tell. Everyone else left, but I kept telling them that it was a malfunction in the emergency alert system. I was evidently wrong, but I am still alive, so I was about a quarter right."
"Were you always... like this?" They gesture at his strange physiology.
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Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
A heavily armored person enters... or is it a robot?... and walks to the counter. They have a visor on that covers their eyes and gives off a dim purple glow. A hilt of some kind sits on their hip, and three grenades sit opposite it. They say in a gravelly voice, "Do you have any waffles?"
The monster at the counter reaches both of its arms into the kitchen. One minute later, they come back out, holding a steaming hot plate of fresh waffles covered in chocolate syrup and sprinkles. Its head is still slumped against its chest.
The figure picks up the waffles and puts the entire plate into a cavity in its chest that swings open. It shuts, and a moment later opens, revealing an empty plate with waffle crumbs on it. "Thanks. What happened here?"
The monster shrugs in response. "I was here when it happened. I didn't see anything."
"Hmm. Interesting. I got hired to check it out. Name's Katethiir. What's yours?"
"Wallace. I run this place, if you couldn't tell. Everyone else left, but I kept telling them that it was a malfunction in the emergency alert system. I was evidently wrong, but I am still alive, so I was about a quarter right."
"Were you always... like this?" They gesture at his strange physiology.
"No. But it's not all bad. I don't have to get up from my chair to go to the kitchen anymore, for one. The 'neck not working' thing kinda sucks, but I've installed some bike mirrors on my desk so I can see better."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A heavily armored person enters... or is it a robot?... and walks to the counter. They have a visor on that covers their eyes and gives off a dim purple glow. A hilt of some kind sits on their hip, and three grenades sit opposite it. They say in a gravelly voice, "Do you have any waffles?"
The monster at the counter reaches both of its arms into the kitchen. One minute later, they come back out, holding a steaming hot plate of fresh waffles covered in chocolate syrup and sprinkles. Its head is still slumped against its chest.
The figure picks up the waffles and puts the entire plate into a cavity in its chest that swings open. It shuts, and a moment later opens, revealing an empty plate with waffle crumbs on it. "Thanks. What happened here?"
The monster shrugs in response. "I was here when it happened. I didn't see anything."
"Hmm. Interesting. I got hired to check it out. Name's Katethiir. What's yours?"
"Wallace. I run this place, if you couldn't tell. Everyone else left, but I kept telling them that it was a malfunction in the emergency alert system. I was evidently wrong, but I am still alive, so I was about a quarter right."
"Were you always... like this?" They gesture at his strange physiology.
"No. But it's not all bad. I don't have to get up from my chair to go to the kitchen anymore, for one. The 'neck not working' thing kinda sucks, but I've installed some bike mirrors on my desk so I can see better."
"Seems like you have it all worked out. So, you have no idea where the other people may have gone?"
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Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
A heavily armored person enters... or is it a robot?... and walks to the counter. They have a visor on that covers their eyes and gives off a dim purple glow. A hilt of some kind sits on their hip, and three grenades sit opposite it. They say in a gravelly voice, "Do you have any waffles?"
The monster at the counter reaches both of its arms into the kitchen. One minute later, they come back out, holding a steaming hot plate of fresh waffles covered in chocolate syrup and sprinkles. Its head is still slumped against its chest.
The figure picks up the waffles and puts the entire plate into a cavity in its chest that swings open. It shuts, and a moment later opens, revealing an empty plate with waffle crumbs on it. "Thanks. What happened here?"
The monster shrugs in response. "I was here when it happened. I didn't see anything."
"Hmm. Interesting. I got hired to check it out. Name's Katethiir. What's yours?"
"Wallace. I run this place, if you couldn't tell. Everyone else left, but I kept telling them that it was a malfunction in the emergency alert system. I was evidently wrong, but I am still alive, so I was about a quarter right."
"Were you always... like this?" They gesture at his strange physiology.
"No. But it's not all bad. I don't have to get up from my chair to go to the kitchen anymore, for one. The 'neck not working' thing kinda sucks, but I've installed some bike mirrors on my desk so I can see better."
"Seems like you have it all worked out. So, you have no idea where the other people may have gone?"
"My best guess is that they went all wonky like me. Maybe that's where all the monsters came from?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A heavily armored person enters... or is it a robot?... and walks to the counter. They have a visor on that covers their eyes and gives off a dim purple glow. A hilt of some kind sits on their hip, and three grenades sit opposite it. They say in a gravelly voice, "Do you have any waffles?"
The monster at the counter reaches both of its arms into the kitchen. One minute later, they come back out, holding a steaming hot plate of fresh waffles covered in chocolate syrup and sprinkles. Its head is still slumped against its chest.
The figure picks up the waffles and puts the entire plate into a cavity in its chest that swings open. It shuts, and a moment later opens, revealing an empty plate with waffle crumbs on it. "Thanks. What happened here?"
The monster shrugs in response. "I was here when it happened. I didn't see anything."
"Hmm. Interesting. I got hired to check it out. Name's Katethiir. What's yours?"
"Wallace. I run this place, if you couldn't tell. Everyone else left, but I kept telling them that it was a malfunction in the emergency alert system. I was evidently wrong, but I am still alive, so I was about a quarter right."
"Were you always... like this?" They gesture at his strange physiology.
"No. But it's not all bad. I don't have to get up from my chair to go to the kitchen anymore, for one. The 'neck not working' thing kinda sucks, but I've installed some bike mirrors on my desk so I can see better."
"Seems like you have it all worked out. So, you have no idea where the other people may have gone?"
"My best guess is that they went all wonky like me. Maybe that's where all the monsters came from?"
"That would... certainly make my work harder." Katethiir has been standing completely still for this conversation, but now crosses their arms.
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Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
A heavily armored person enters... or is it a robot?... and walks to the counter. They have a visor on that covers their eyes and gives off a dim purple glow. A hilt of some kind sits on their hip, and three grenades sit opposite it. They say in a gravelly voice, "Do you have any waffles?"
The monster at the counter reaches both of its arms into the kitchen. One minute later, they come back out, holding a steaming hot plate of fresh waffles covered in chocolate syrup and sprinkles. Its head is still slumped against its chest.
The figure picks up the waffles and puts the entire plate into a cavity in its chest that swings open. It shuts, and a moment later opens, revealing an empty plate with waffle crumbs on it. "Thanks. What happened here?"
The monster shrugs in response. "I was here when it happened. I didn't see anything."
"Hmm. Interesting. I got hired to check it out. Name's Katethiir. What's yours?"
"Wallace. I run this place, if you couldn't tell. Everyone else left, but I kept telling them that it was a malfunction in the emergency alert system. I was evidently wrong, but I am still alive, so I was about a quarter right."
"Were you always... like this?" They gesture at his strange physiology.
"No. But it's not all bad. I don't have to get up from my chair to go to the kitchen anymore, for one. The 'neck not working' thing kinda sucks, but I've installed some bike mirrors on my desk so I can see better."
"Seems like you have it all worked out. So, you have no idea where the other people may have gone?"
"My best guess is that they went all wonky like me. Maybe that's where all the monsters came from?"
"That would... certainly make my work harder." Katethiir has been standing completely still for this conversation, but now crosses their arms.
"Maybe someone else knows something. Surely someone else has survived?" He points to the map. (Check the first post.)
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A little child, maybe 7 or 8 years old, walks in. He has rust red hair, smoky blue eyes, smooth white skin and a round nose. He's wearing trainers with un-done laces, blue shorts, a red top with a picture of a waffle on it, and a baseball cap on his head. A lollypop dangles from his mouth. "WHERE ARE ALL THE SWEETYS!" He shouts as loud as he can.
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Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
A heavily armored person enters... or is it a robot?... and walks to the counter. They have a visor on that covers their eyes and gives off a dim purple glow. A hilt of some kind sits on their hip, and three grenades sit opposite it. They say in a gravelly voice, "Do you have any waffles?"
The monster at the counter reaches both of its arms into the kitchen. One minute later, they come back out, holding a steaming hot plate of fresh waffles covered in chocolate syrup and sprinkles. Its head is still slumped against its chest.
The figure picks up the waffles and puts the entire plate into a cavity in its chest that swings open. It shuts, and a moment later opens, revealing an empty plate with waffle crumbs on it. "Thanks. What happened here?"
The monster shrugs in response. "I was here when it happened. I didn't see anything."
"Hmm. Interesting. I got hired to check it out. Name's Katethiir. What's yours?"
"Wallace. I run this place, if you couldn't tell. Everyone else left, but I kept telling them that it was a malfunction in the emergency alert system. I was evidently wrong, but I am still alive, so I was about a quarter right."
"Were you always... like this?" They gesture at his strange physiology.
"No. But it's not all bad. I don't have to get up from my chair to go to the kitchen anymore, for one. The 'neck not working' thing kinda sucks, but I've installed some bike mirrors on my desk so I can see better."
"Seems like you have it all worked out. So, you have no idea where the other people may have gone?"
"My best guess is that they went all wonky like me. Maybe that's where all the monsters came from?"
"That would... certainly make my work harder." Katethiir has been standing completely still for this conversation, but now crosses their arms.
"Maybe someone else knows something. Surely someone else has survived?" He points to the map. (Check the first post.)
"Perhaps. Do you know where the designs for all the Sweet Dreams products would be kept?"
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Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
A little child, maybe 7 or 8 years old, walks in. He has rust red hair, smoky blue eyes, smooth white skin and a round nose. He's wearing trainers with un-done laces, blue shorts, a red top with a picture of a waffle on it, and a baseball cap on his head. A lollypop dangles from his mouth. "WHERE ARE ALL THE SWEETYS!" He shouts as loud as he can.
Katethiir, a hulking being (you assume) in massive, full body armor turns around. "What are children doing here?" They ask in a gravelly voice.
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Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
A heavily armored person enters... or is it a robot?... and walks to the counter. They have a visor on that covers their eyes and gives off a dim purple glow. A hilt of some kind sits on their hip, and three grenades sit opposite it. They say in a gravelly voice, "Do you have any waffles?"
The monster at the counter reaches both of its arms into the kitchen. One minute later, they come back out, holding a steaming hot plate of fresh waffles covered in chocolate syrup and sprinkles. Its head is still slumped against its chest.
The figure picks up the waffles and puts the entire plate into a cavity in its chest that swings open. It shuts, and a moment later opens, revealing an empty plate with waffle crumbs on it. "Thanks. What happened here?"
The monster shrugs in response. "I was here when it happened. I didn't see anything."
"Hmm. Interesting. I got hired to check it out. Name's Katethiir. What's yours?"
"Wallace. I run this place, if you couldn't tell. Everyone else left, but I kept telling them that it was a malfunction in the emergency alert system. I was evidently wrong, but I am still alive, so I was about a quarter right."
"Were you always... like this?" They gesture at his strange physiology.
"No. But it's not all bad. I don't have to get up from my chair to go to the kitchen anymore, for one. The 'neck not working' thing kinda sucks, but I've installed some bike mirrors on my desk so I can see better."
"Seems like you have it all worked out. So, you have no idea where the other people may have gone?"
"My best guess is that they went all wonky like me. Maybe that's where all the monsters came from?"
"That would... certainly make my work harder." Katethiir has been standing completely still for this conversation, but now crosses their arms.
"Maybe someone else knows something. Surely someone else has survived?" He points to the map. (Check the first post.)
"Perhaps. Do you know where the designs for all the Sweet Dreams products would be kept?"
"Probably somewhere in the factory, but from what I've seen, the security automatons have gone kinda insane, so you might not want to go anywhere with high security."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A little child, maybe 7 or 8 years old, walks in. He has rust red hair, smoky blue eyes, smooth white skin and a round nose. He's wearing trainers with un-done laces, blue shorts, a red top with a picture of a waffle on it, and a baseball cap on his head. A lollypop dangles from his mouth. "WHERE ARE ALL THE SWEETYS!" He shouts as loud as he can.
"... How did you even get past all the monsters outside?"
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May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
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Tavern inspirations: Bloodborne, Little Nightmares I and II, Bendy and the Ink Machine, Fallout 4: Nuka World
Time period: Early 1800s, but with some dark fantasy flair and plenty of artificers.
There once was a company called Sweet Dreams. They were known for their state-of-the-art factories and their magical food. Canned goods and sweets would be packaged and sent throughout the country every day. Every factory needed an entire city of dedicated employees to run it, and so those cities were built around the factories. These cities were self-sufficient, able to keep the factories running with no outside help. But one day, the company closed down, and all of the employees disappeared without a trace.
All of that was less than a month ago. Now, the largest of the twisted, surreal cities stands in front of you, dear adventurer, and you are entering it. All the life is gone from this place, and the bright, colorful posters and signs have all faded much faster than logic should dictate. Monsters and constructs roam the layered streets. The smells of candy and cooked meats still emanate from the factory. It's time to find out what has happened.
Rules:
1. No PVP unless the other player consents
2. Keep it PG-13 at most.
3. If you think someone might have a phobia, don't use it to mess with them
4. Respect other players, especially the mods.
5. You may have optimized characters, but no characters with over 20 levels.
6. Put "Waffles" in your first post so I know you've read the rules.
District POIs:
Factory:
A small restaurant inside the factory. The lights are on, and the music is playing, but no one is home... except for the slumped-over monster who tends the eatery.
Theme Park:
A large, happy animatronic mascot wanders around the shopping area, giving free tokens and big hugs to anyone who needs them. However, the inhabitants of this theme park mall may have a thing or two to say to trespassers.
Production:
Meat hooks and rusted metal make it clear that this section was not made for consumers. Something slinks through these halls, eager to welcome new guests to the city.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*um, lemme read this and get back to you :)*
important edit: WAFFLES.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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As you enter, a gentle jingle plays from the phonograph on the counter. A strange creature with long, long arms and an employee's uniform sits behind the counter.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Cool!*
A heavily armored person enters... or is it a robot?... and walks to the counter. They have a visor on that covers their eyes and gives off a dim purple glow. A hilt of some kind sits on their hip, and three grenades sit opposite it. They say in a gravelly voice, "Do you have any waffles?"
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
The monster at the counter reaches both of its arms into the kitchen. One minute later, they come back out, holding a steaming hot plate of fresh waffles covered in chocolate syrup and sprinkles. Its head is still slumped against its chest.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The figure picks up the waffles and puts the entire plate into a cavity in its chest that swings open. It shuts, and a moment later opens, revealing an empty plate with waffle crumbs on it. "Thanks. What happened here?"
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
The monster shrugs in response. "I was here when it happened. I didn't see anything."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Hmm. Interesting. I got hired to check it out. Name's Katethiir. What's yours?"
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
"Wallace. I run this place, if you couldn't tell. Everyone else left, but I kept telling them that it was a malfunction in the emergency alert system. I was evidently wrong, but I am still alive, so I was about a quarter right."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Were you always... like this?" They gesture at his strange physiology.
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
"No. But it's not all bad. I don't have to get up from my chair to go to the kitchen anymore, for one. The 'neck not working' thing kinda sucks, but I've installed some bike mirrors on my desk so I can see better."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Seems like you have it all worked out. So, you have no idea where the other people may have gone?"
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
"My best guess is that they went all wonky like me. Maybe that's where all the monsters came from?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"That would... certainly make my work harder." Katethiir has been standing completely still for this conversation, but now crosses their arms.
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
"Maybe someone else knows something. Surely someone else has survived?" He points to the map. (Check the first post.)
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A little child, maybe 7 or 8 years old, walks in. He has rust red hair, smoky blue eyes, smooth white skin and a round nose. He's wearing trainers with un-done laces, blue shorts, a red top with a picture of a waffle on it, and a baseball cap on his head. A lollypop dangles from his mouth. "WHERE ARE ALL THE SWEETYS!" He shouts as loud as he can.
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
"Perhaps. Do you know where the designs for all the Sweet Dreams products would be kept?"
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
Katethiir, a hulking being (you assume) in massive, full body armor turns around. "What are children doing here?" They ask in a gravelly voice.
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
"Probably somewhere in the factory, but from what I've seen, the security automatons have gone kinda insane, so you might not want to go anywhere with high security."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"... How did you even get past all the monsters outside?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.