Worship notices an elevator, and heads inside. A robot inside is struggling to hold up a large plastic plant among other decorations in their arms.
"-Oh. Hello. Are you headed up to the Doctor too?"
"Yes. I was told to head there by the gate guard."
Their arms full of stuff, the robot presses the 'Floor 90' button with their elbow. The elevators doors close...
...and immediately reopen. This time, on the 90th floor. The robot walks through a plain-looking door straight ahead of you.
Worship follows straight behind, not skipping a beat
The door leads to a large office, the back wall of which is an enormous glass window overlooking all of City 78. Sitting behind a large stainless steel desk is a strange figure: Segmented brass plates and a carbon-fiber skeleton make up the four-armed machine. Their expressionless helm has six eyeholes (?), and various control panels and screen are built into the chair they sit on: A chair that seems to levitate an inch or so above the ground.
The Doctor speaks in a voice that sounds like a vinyl record.
"I do not believe we had a scheduled appointment. It is acceptable: I currently have nothing else to do at the moment."
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Worship notices an elevator, and heads inside. A robot inside is struggling to hold up a large plastic plant among other decorations in their arms.
"-Oh. Hello. Are you headed up to the Doctor too?"
"Yes. I was told to head there by the gate guard."
Their arms full of stuff, the robot presses the 'Floor 90' button with their elbow. The elevators doors close...
...and immediately reopen. This time, on the 90th floor. The robot walks through a plain-looking door straight ahead of you.
Worship follows straight behind, not skipping a beat
The door leads to a large office, the back wall of which is an enormous glass window overlooking all of City 78. Sitting behind a large stainless steel desk is a strange figure: Segmented brass plates and a carbon-fiber skeleton make up the four-armed machine. Their expressionless helm has six eyeholes (?), and various control panels and screen are built into the chair they sit on: A chair that seems to levitate an inch or so above the ground.
The Doctor speaks in a voice that sounds like a vinyl record.
"I do not believe we had a scheduled appointment. It is acceptable: I currently have nothing else to do at the moment."
"Hello Doctor," Worship curtsies politely, "I do apologise for intruding without an appointment."
Worship notices an elevator, and heads inside. A robot inside is struggling to hold up a large plastic plant among other decorations in their arms.
"-Oh. Hello. Are you headed up to the Doctor too?"
"Yes. I was told to head there by the gate guard."
Their arms full of stuff, the robot presses the 'Floor 90' button with their elbow. The elevators doors close...
...and immediately reopen. This time, on the 90th floor. The robot walks through a plain-looking door straight ahead of you.
Worship follows straight behind, not skipping a beat
The door leads to a large office, the back wall of which is an enormous glass window overlooking all of City 78. Sitting behind a large stainless steel desk is a strange figure: Segmented brass plates and a carbon-fiber skeleton make up the four-armed machine. Their expressionless helm has six eyeholes (?), and various control panels and screen are built into the chair they sit on: A chair that seems to levitate an inch or so above the ground.
The Doctor speaks in a voice that sounds like a vinyl record.
"I do not believe we had a scheduled appointment. It is acceptable: I currently have nothing else to do at the moment."
"Hello Doctor," Worship curtsies politely, "I do apologize for intruding without an appointment."
"As I have said, it is perfectly acceptable. Now, tell me Worship, what brings you to me?"
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Worship notices an elevator, and heads inside. A robot inside is struggling to hold up a large plastic plant among other decorations in their arms.
"-Oh. Hello. Are you headed up to the Doctor too?"
"Yes. I was told to head there by the gate guard."
Their arms full of stuff, the robot presses the 'Floor 90' button with their elbow. The elevators doors close...
...and immediately reopen. This time, on the 90th floor. The robot walks through a plain-looking door straight ahead of you.
Worship follows straight behind, not skipping a beat
The door leads to a large office, the back wall of which is an enormous glass window overlooking all of City 78. Sitting behind a large stainless steel desk is a strange figure: Segmented brass plates and a carbon-fiber skeleton make up the four-armed machine. Their expressionless helm has six eyeholes (?), and various control panels and screen are built into the chair they sit on: A chair that seems to levitate an inch or so above the ground.
The Doctor speaks in a voice that sounds like a vinyl record.
"I do not believe we had a scheduled appointment. It is acceptable: I currently have nothing else to do at the moment."
"Hello Doctor," Worship curtsies politely, "I do apologize for intruding without an appointment."
"As I have said, it is perfectly acceptable. Now, tell me Worship, what brings you to me?"
"This place, it appears to be the one of the largest centers of the city. And your reactors aren't nuclear. What exactly does the company do?"
Worship notices an elevator, and heads inside. A robot inside is struggling to hold up a large plastic plant among other decorations in their arms.
"-Oh. Hello. Are you headed up to the Doctor too?"
"Yes. I was told to head there by the gate guard."
Their arms full of stuff, the robot presses the 'Floor 90' button with their elbow. The elevators doors close...
...and immediately reopen. This time, on the 90th floor. The robot walks through a plain-looking door straight ahead of you.
Worship follows straight behind, not skipping a beat
The door leads to a large office, the back wall of which is an enormous glass window overlooking all of City 78. Sitting behind a large stainless steel desk is a strange figure: Segmented brass plates and a carbon-fiber skeleton make up the four-armed machine. Their expressionless helm has six eyeholes (?), and various control panels and screen are built into the chair they sit on: A chair that seems to levitate an inch or so above the ground.
The Doctor speaks in a voice that sounds like a vinyl record.
"I do not believe we had a scheduled appointment. It is acceptable: I currently have nothing else to do at the moment."
"Hello Doctor," Worship curtsies politely, "I do apologize for intruding without an appointment."
"As I have said, it is perfectly acceptable. Now, tell me Worship, what brings you to me?"
"This place, it appears to be the one of the largest centers of the city. And your reactors aren't nuclear. What exactly does the company do?"
"Our enterprise is entirely devoted to the manufacturing and distribution of technology: Phones, computers, VR equipment, the list goes on."
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Worship notices an elevator, and heads inside. A robot inside is struggling to hold up a large plastic plant among other decorations in their arms.
"-Oh. Hello. Are you headed up to the Doctor too?"
"Yes. I was told to head there by the gate guard."
Their arms full of stuff, the robot presses the 'Floor 90' button with their elbow. The elevators doors close...
...and immediately reopen. This time, on the 90th floor. The robot walks through a plain-looking door straight ahead of you.
Worship follows straight behind, not skipping a beat
The door leads to a large office, the back wall of which is an enormous glass window overlooking all of City 78. Sitting behind a large stainless steel desk is a strange figure: Segmented brass plates and a carbon-fiber skeleton make up the four-armed machine. Their expressionless helm has six eyeholes (?), and various control panels and screen are built into the chair they sit on: A chair that seems to levitate an inch or so above the ground.
The Doctor speaks in a voice that sounds like a vinyl record.
"I do not believe we had a scheduled appointment. It is acceptable: I currently have nothing else to do at the moment."
"Hello Doctor," Worship curtsies politely, "I do apologize for intruding without an appointment."
"As I have said, it is perfectly acceptable. Now, tell me Worship, what brings you to me?"
"This place, it appears to be the one of the largest centers of the city. And your reactors aren't nuclear. What exactly does the company do?"
"Our enterprise is entirely devoted to the manufacturing and distribution of technology: Phones, computers, VR equipment, the list goes on."
"Does that include robots such as the ones downstairs?" She asks, her head tilting robotically
Worship notices an elevator, and heads inside. A robot inside is struggling to hold up a large plastic plant among other decorations in their arms.
"-Oh. Hello. Are you headed up to the Doctor too?"
"Yes. I was told to head there by the gate guard."
Their arms full of stuff, the robot presses the 'Floor 90' button with their elbow. The elevators doors close...
...and immediately reopen. This time, on the 90th floor. The robot walks through a plain-looking door straight ahead of you.
Worship follows straight behind, not skipping a beat
The door leads to a large office, the back wall of which is an enormous glass window overlooking all of City 78. Sitting behind a large stainless steel desk is a strange figure: Segmented brass plates and a carbon-fiber skeleton make up the four-armed machine. Their expressionless helm has six eyeholes (?), and various control panels and screen are built into the chair they sit on: A chair that seems to levitate an inch or so above the ground.
The Doctor speaks in a voice that sounds like a vinyl record.
"I do not believe we had a scheduled appointment. It is acceptable: I currently have nothing else to do at the moment."
"Hello Doctor," Worship curtsies politely, "I do apologize for intruding without an appointment."
"As I have said, it is perfectly acceptable. Now, tell me Worship, what brings you to me?"
"This place, it appears to be the one of the largest centers of the city. And your reactors aren't nuclear. What exactly does the company do?"
"Our enterprise is entirely devoted to the manufacturing and distribution of technology: Phones, computers, VR equipment, the list goes on."
"Does that include robots such as the ones downstairs?" She asks, her head tilting robotically
"But of course! They are my greatest invention." Deception: 15.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Worship notices an elevator, and heads inside. A robot inside is struggling to hold up a large plastic plant among other decorations in their arms.
"-Oh. Hello. Are you headed up to the Doctor too?"
"Yes. I was told to head there by the gate guard."
Their arms full of stuff, the robot presses the 'Floor 90' button with their elbow. The elevators doors close...
...and immediately reopen. This time, on the 90th floor. The robot walks through a plain-looking door straight ahead of you.
Worship follows straight behind, not skipping a beat
The door leads to a large office, the back wall of which is an enormous glass window overlooking all of City 78. Sitting behind a large stainless steel desk is a strange figure: Segmented brass plates and a carbon-fiber skeleton make up the four-armed machine. Their expressionless helm has six eyeholes (?), and various control panels and screen are built into the chair they sit on: A chair that seems to levitate an inch or so above the ground.
The Doctor speaks in a voice that sounds like a vinyl record.
"I do not believe we had a scheduled appointment. It is acceptable: I currently have nothing else to do at the moment."
"Hello Doctor," Worship curtsies politely, "I do apologize for intruding without an appointment."
"As I have said, it is perfectly acceptable. Now, tell me Worship, what brings you to me?"
"This place, it appears to be the one of the largest centers of the city. And your reactors aren't nuclear. What exactly does the company do?"
"Our enterprise is entirely devoted to the manufacturing and distribution of technology: Phones, computers, VR equipment, the list goes on."
"Does that include robots such as the ones downstairs?" She asks, her head tilting robotically
"But of course! They are my greatest invention." Deception: 15.
Worship nods, "That makes sense. They seem advanced"
"And they are. Their design went through over fourteen prototypes, and I am uncertain if this will even be their final version. Is that all you wished to know?"
The Doctor leans forward in their chair just slightly.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Worship nods, "That makes sense. They seem advanced"
"And they are. Their design went through over fourteen prototypes, and I am uncertain if this will even be their final version. Is that all you wished to know?"
The Doctor leans forward in their chair just slightly.
There’s a glimpse of black and yellow from behind a doorframe
Worship nods, "That makes sense. They seem advanced"
"And they are. Their design went through over fourteen prototypes, and I am uncertain if this will even be their final version. Is that all you wished to know?"
The Doctor leans forward in their chair just slightly.
There’s a glimpse of black and yellow from behind a doorframe
"Ah. I see an accomplice of yours has also decided to appear uninvited." The doctor points a segmented finger to the doorframe.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Worship nods, "That makes sense. They seem advanced"
"And they are. Their design went through over fourteen prototypes, and I am uncertain if this will even be their final version. Is that all you wished to know?"
The Doctor leans forward in their chair just slightly.
There’s a glimpse of black and yellow from behind a doorframe
"Ah. I see an accomplice of yours has also decided to appear uninvited." The doctor points a segmented finger to the doorframe.
An “eep” followed by a buzzing for a moment sounded then stopped, and Apifite steps into the door frame, the doctor makes the small bee boy nervous
Worship nods, "That makes sense. They seem advanced"
"And they are. Their design went through over fourteen prototypes, and I am uncertain if this will even be their final version. Is that all you wished to know?"
The Doctor leans forward in their chair just slightly.
There’s a glimpse of black and yellow from behind a doorframe
"Ah. I see an accomplice of yours has also decided to appear uninvited." The doctor points a segmented finger to the doorframe.
An “eep” followed by a buzzing for a moment sounded then stopped, and Apifite steps into the door frame, the doctor makes the small bee boy nervous
"What an odd specimen... Tell me, child, what is your name?" The Doctor knows that they creep out the little bee, but they seem rather indifferent to that fact.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Worship nods, "That makes sense. They seem advanced"
"And they are. Their design went through over fourteen prototypes, and I am uncertain if this will even be their final version. Is that all you wished to know?"
The Doctor leans forward in their chair just slightly.
There’s a glimpse of black and yellow from behind a doorframe
"Ah. I see an accomplice of yours has also decided to appear uninvited." The doctor points a segmented finger to the doorframe.
An “eep” followed by a buzzing for a moment sounded then stopped, and Apifite steps into the door frame, the doctor makes the small bee boy nervous
"What an odd specimen... Tell me, child, what is your name?" The Doctor knows that they creep out the little bee, but they seem rather indifferent to that fact.
“Apifite” he shifts slightly, but stays where he is, he’s ringing his hands together… with 4 arms and see through insect like wings
Worship nods, "That makes sense. They seem advanced"
"And they are. Their design went through over fourteen prototypes, and I am uncertain if this will even be their final version. Is that all you wished to know?"
The Doctor leans forward in their chair just slightly.
"Yes, thank you for the information." She nods, her eyes flickering a couple times as she adds it to her database
Worship nods, "That makes sense. They seem advanced"
"And they are. Their design went through over fourteen prototypes, and I am uncertain if this will even be their final version. Is that all you wished to know?"
The Doctor leans forward in their chair just slightly.
There’s a glimpse of black and yellow from behind a doorframe
"Ah. I see an accomplice of yours has also decided to appear uninvited." The doctor points a segmented finger to the doorframe.
An “eep” followed by a buzzing for a moment sounded then stopped, and Apifite steps into the door frame, the doctor makes the small bee boy nervous
"What an odd specimen... Tell me, child, what is your name?" The Doctor knows that they creep out the little bee, but they seem rather indifferent to that fact.
“Apifite” he shifts slightly, but stays where he is, he’s ringing his hands together… with 4 arms and see through insect like wings
The Doctor simply watches, silently studying every detail and movement, trying to glean something from the chitinous enigma that stands in front of them. You can feel their piercing stare, seeming analyzing every molecule of your being one by one.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
To post a comment, please login or register a new account.
Phoenix looks directly at the bot. "I'll break you where you stand. Watch your tone."
Join the Town of Agreal! ----> LINK
Check out my photography on Flickr. ----> LINK
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
Worship follows straight behind, not skipping a beat
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
The door leads to a large office, the back wall of which is an enormous glass window overlooking all of City 78. Sitting behind a large stainless steel desk is a strange figure: Segmented brass plates and a carbon-fiber skeleton make up the four-armed machine. Their expressionless helm has six eyeholes (?), and various control panels and screen are built into the chair they sit on: A chair that seems to levitate an inch or so above the ground.
The Doctor speaks in a voice that sounds like a vinyl record.
"I do not believe we had a scheduled appointment. It is acceptable: I currently have nothing else to do at the moment."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
All of a sudden, the guard stands straight up, recognizing your rank. "-Er- Yes, Commander."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Hello Doctor," Worship curtsies politely, "I do apologise for intruding without an appointment."
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
"As I have said, it is perfectly acceptable. Now, tell me Worship, what brings you to me?"
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"This place, it appears to be the one of the largest centers of the city. And your reactors aren't nuclear. What exactly does the company do?"
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
"Our enterprise is entirely devoted to the manufacturing and distribution of technology: Phones, computers, VR equipment, the list goes on."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Does that include robots such as the ones downstairs?" She asks, her head tilting robotically
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
"But of course! They are my greatest invention." Deception: 15.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Insight: 13
"Oh, they are?"
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
Worship nods, "Tht makes sense. They seem advanced"
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
"And they are. Their design went through over fourteen prototypes, and I am uncertain if this will even be their final version. Is that all you wished to know?"
The Doctor leans forward in their chair just slightly.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
There’s a glimpse of black and yellow from behind a doorframe
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
"Ah. I see an accomplice of yours has also decided to appear uninvited." The doctor points a segmented finger to the doorframe.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
An “eep” followed by a buzzing for a moment sounded then stopped, and Apifite steps into the door frame, the doctor makes the small bee boy nervous
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
"What an odd specimen... Tell me, child, what is your name?" The Doctor knows that they creep out the little bee, but they seem rather indifferent to that fact.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
“Apifite” he shifts slightly, but stays where he is, he’s ringing his hands together… with 4 arms and see through insect like wings
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
"Yes, thank you for the information." She nods, her eyes flickering a couple times as she adds it to her database
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
The Doctor simply watches, silently studying every detail and movement, trying to glean something from the chitinous enigma that stands in front of them. You can feel their piercing stare, seeming analyzing every molecule of your being one by one.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)