Worship is laying on the rooftops, far out of sight of anyone on the ground. Broken notes come from her, a song that seems stitched together. Her normally orange eyes are dark, as if the actual robot is powered off beyond being used to produce notes. Her chest cavity is pried open, tendrils of an odd flesh substance snaking out, snatching tools and scrap metal out of discarded boxes and forgotten tool bags
As Worship(?) continues to consume the metal, they see a large truck park in front of a supermarket-like building. Two robots get out of the truck, and begin moving boxes of something into the building. For whatever reason, the cargo feels... familiar?
*Sorry for late reply, missed this on accident*
The tendrils pull back into her, shutting and sealing her chasis as her eyes light back up, looking towards the truck. She hops down from the building, starting to walk towards the cargo
The robot workers notice you, but don't say anything as they continue to load boxes into the freezer room of the store. On the side of each of these boxes reads the following:
'RawHyde: Sustainable Meat & Poultry Products'
She looks at the box for a few moments, before opening it to see whats inside, not really looking at any of the robots, and its hard to tell if she even knows of any tendrils, as everything is hidden
Inside of the box you opened are several plastic-wrapped packages of meat, seemingly from various creatures, and a few cartons of eggs. However, all of it feels... odd.
One of the robot workers notices you. "-Hey! You there! Set down the package!"
She tilts her head, trying to identify distinctly what feels weird about this, looking over at the robot, "Routine inspection, stand down."
Worship is laying on the rooftops, far out of sight of anyone on the ground. Broken notes come from her, a song that seems stitched together. Her normally orange eyes are dark, as if the actual robot is powered off beyond being used to produce notes. Her chest cavity is pried open, tendrils of an odd flesh substance snaking out, snatching tools and scrap metal out of discarded boxes and forgotten tool bags
As Worship(?) continues to consume the metal, they see a large truck park in front of a supermarket-like building. Two robots get out of the truck, and begin moving boxes of something into the building. For whatever reason, the cargo feels... familiar?
*Sorry for late reply, missed this on accident*
The tendrils pull back into her, shutting and sealing her chasis as her eyes light back up, looking towards the truck. She hops down from the building, starting to walk towards the cargo
The robot workers notice you, but don't say anything as they continue to load boxes into the freezer room of the store. On the side of each of these boxes reads the following:
'RawHyde: Sustainable Meat & Poultry Products'
She looks at the box for a few moments, before opening it to see whats inside, not really looking at any of the robots, and its hard to tell if she even knows of any tendrils, as everything is hidden
Inside of the box you opened are several plastic-wrapped packages of meat, seemingly from various creatures, and a few cartons of eggs. However, all of it feels... odd.
One of the robot workers notices you. "-Hey! You there! Set down the package!"
She tilts her head, trying to identify distinctly what feels weird about this, looking over at the robot, "Routine inspection, stand down."
The robot remains silent as it stands there, not questioning the 'inspection'.
The meat inside of the packages seems a little too fresh... Some of it is bleeding a yellow, viscous fluid, and occasionally one of the steaks will twitch. The eggs seem more like they would come from a snake rather than a bird, with thin yellow veins across their shells, pulsing rhythmically.
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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 is laying on the rooftops, far out of sight of anyone on the ground. Broken notes come from her, a song that seems stitched together. Her normally orange eyes are dark, as if the actual robot is powered off beyond being used to produce notes. Her chest cavity is pried open, tendrils of an odd flesh substance snaking out, snatching tools and scrap metal out of discarded boxes and forgotten tool bags
As Worship(?) continues to consume the metal, they see a large truck park in front of a supermarket-like building. Two robots get out of the truck, and begin moving boxes of something into the building. For whatever reason, the cargo feels... familiar?
*Sorry for late reply, missed this on accident*
The tendrils pull back into her, shutting and sealing her chasis as her eyes light back up, looking towards the truck. She hops down from the building, starting to walk towards the cargo
The robot workers notice you, but don't say anything as they continue to load boxes into the freezer room of the store. On the side of each of these boxes reads the following:
'RawHyde: Sustainable Meat & Poultry Products'
She looks at the box for a few moments, before opening it to see whats inside, not really looking at any of the robots, and its hard to tell if she even knows of any tendrils, as everything is hidden
Inside of the box you opened are several plastic-wrapped packages of meat, seemingly from various creatures, and a few cartons of eggs. However, all of it feels... odd.
One of the robot workers notices you. "-Hey! You there! Set down the package!"
She tilts her head, trying to identify distinctly what feels weird about this, looking over at the robot, "Routine inspection, stand down."
The robot remains silent as it stands there, not questioning the 'inspection'.
The meat inside of the packages seems a little too fresh... Some of it is bleeding a yellow, viscous fluid, and occasionally one of the steaks will twitch. The eggs seem more like they would come from a snake rather than a bird, with thin yellow veins across their shells, pulsing rhythmically.
She picks up one of the eggs, turning it over in her hands, "And where did you obtain these products from?" She asks the unit behind her. For some reason, these felt familiar, the quiet voice always present in the back of her thoughts growing ever so slightly louder, "They have some.... interesting qualities."
The robot seems a little unsure of what to say. "-Uhh... from the Production Plant? I just deliver the things, I don't know how they're made."
"I see. And do you know what these products will be used for?" She sets the egg back in the crate, turning to look at the unit
"-Ummm... for food. I get that they might not look... appetizing, but they're... they're much better cooked. Or so I've been told." Their feet are shuffling as they talk, and they aren't making eye contact.
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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)
The robot seems a little unsure of what to say. "-Uhh... from the Production Plant? I just deliver the things, I don't know how they're made."
"I see. And do you know what these products will be used for?" She sets the egg back in the crate, turning to look at the unit
"-Ummm... for food. I get that they might not look... appetizing, but they're... they're much better cooked. Or so I've been told." Their feet are shuffling as they talk, and they aren't making eye contact.
"Understandable. I shall be taking a sample to make sure that your transportation is safe for the product. Have a good day."
The robot seems a little unsure of what to say. "-Uhh... from the Production Plant? I just deliver the things, I don't know how they're made."
"I see. And do you know what these products will be used for?" She sets the egg back in the crate, turning to look at the unit
"-Ummm... for food. I get that they might not look... appetizing, but they're... they're much better cooked. Or so I've been told." Their feet are shuffling as they talk, and they aren't making eye contact.
"Understandable. I shall be taking a sample to make sure that your transportation is safe for the product. Have a good day."
"-Okay. You too." The robot continues to move boxes into the store.
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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)
The robot seems a little unsure of what to say. "-Uhh... from the Production Plant? I just deliver the things, I don't know how they're made."
"I see. And do you know what these products will be used for?" She sets the egg back in the crate, turning to look at the unit
"-Ummm... for food. I get that they might not look... appetizing, but they're... they're much better cooked. Or so I've been told." Their feet are shuffling as they talk, and they aren't making eye contact.
"Understandable. I shall be taking a sample to make sure that your transportation is safe for the product. Have a good day."
"-Okay. You too." The robot continues to move boxes into the store.
She picks up one of the eggs, setting it in a containment compartment until she can see what it's made of.
She tilts her head, trying to identify distinctly what feels weird about this, looking over at the robot, "Routine inspection, stand down."
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
“So, per chance ya know where a place called starhoppers is?”
Mostly nocturnal
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The robot remains silent as it stands there, not questioning the 'inspection'.
The meat inside of the packages seems a little too fresh... Some of it is bleeding a yellow, viscous fluid, and occasionally one of the steaks will twitch. The eggs seem more like they would come from a snake rather than a bird, with thin yellow veins across their shells, pulsing rhythmically.
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)
*Oooo, so this is also still going on*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
She picks up one of the eggs, turning it over in her hands, "And where did you obtain these products from?" She asks the unit behind her. For some reason, these felt familiar, the quiet voice always present in the back of her thoughts growing ever so slightly louder, "They have some.... interesting qualities."
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 robot seems a little unsure of what to say. "-Uhh... from the Production Plant? I just deliver the things, I don't know how they're made."
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)
"I see. And do you know what these products will be used for?" She sets the egg back in the crate, turning to look at the unit
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
"-Ummm... for food. I get that they might not look... appetizing, but they're... they're much better cooked. Or so I've been told." Their feet are shuffling as they talk, and they aren't making eye contact.
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)
"Understandable. I shall be taking a sample to make sure that your transportation is safe for the product. Have a good day."
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
"-Okay. You too." The robot continues to move boxes into the store.
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)
She picks up one of the eggs, setting it in a containment compartment until she can see what it's made of.
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
(:c)
Mostly nocturnal
help build a world here
*Hello. Um...*
Throden-Ihtros is hanging out on a building
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Spark (and rune) walk by on the street.
(Spark, cowboy with an orange poncho)
(Rune, enderman, played by someone else)
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Throden-Ihtros waves to Spark.
"Whom are you?" The lizardfolk asks, with a second voice lagging behind it ever so slightly
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
“Name’s sparks partner. What’s yours?”
He waves back but his hand rests near his gun
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"Throden." They reply. "You are a gunslinger?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
“Of a sort. Why are you up there?”
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"Good quesiton. Know the answer?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Why would I ask if I knew"
His hand relaxes
Mostly nocturnal
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