Within the top floor of a large, important-looking building, to the left of a fancy looking office, something stirs. A large room full of machinery, tools, and scrap from various failed experiments line the walls and hang from the ceiling. Sitting at an iron workbench on the other side of the room, a hunched over figure composing of rigid metal plates and a spindly carbon-fiber skeleton sits in a large chair that hovers slightly above the ground. Their six arms, each with a different tool in their three-fingered hands, work on a small device with incredible speed and surgical precision.
After a little while, a small green light activates on the device, and its creator picks it up with one hand. On a small rectangular screen on the contraption, a pixelated map and coordinates written in Undercommon appear. A raspy old woman's voice laughs from somewhere underneath the creator's brass carapace.
"Foolish girl. Nothing escapes the bounds of my calculations."
A four-armed robot enters the room as if called, its smooth metal plates gleaming faintly in the dim light of the lamp on the workbench. The tinkerer hands their contraption to this robot.
"Find her."
The robot salutes, and then glows with a faint light before winking out of existence. Another laugh, and then the strange tinkerer returns to their machinery.
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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)
Within the top floor of a large, important-looking building, to the left of a fancy looking office, something stirs. A large room full of machinery, tools, and scrap from various failed experiments line the walls and hang from the ceiling. Sitting at an iron workbench on the other side of the room, a hunched over figure composing of rigid metal plates and a spindly carbon-fiber skeleton sits in a large chair that hovers slightly above the ground. Their six arms, each with a different tool in their three-fingered hands, work on a small device with incredible speed and surgical precision.
After a little while, a small green light activates on the device, and its creator picks it up with one hand. On a small rectangular screen on the contraption, a pixelated map and coordinates written in Undercommon appear. A raspy old woman's voice laughs from somewhere underneath the creator's brass carapace.
"Foolish girl. Nothing escapes the bounds of my calculations."
A four-armed robot enters the room as if called, its smooth metal plates gleaming faintly in the dim light of the lamp on the workbench. The tinkerer hands their contraption to this robot.
"Find her."
The robot salutes, and then glows with a faint light before winking out of existence. Another laugh, and then the strange tinkerer returns to their machinery.
*Cool!*
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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?
Within the top floor of a large, important-looking building, to the left of a fancy looking office, something stirs. A large room full of machinery, tools, and scrap from various failed experiments line the walls and hang from the ceiling. Sitting at an iron workbench on the other side of the room, a hunched over figure composing of rigid metal plates and a spindly carbon-fiber skeleton sits in a large chair that hovers slightly above the ground. Their six arms, each with a different tool in their three-fingered hands, work on a small device with incredible speed and surgical precision.
After a little while, a small green light activates on the device, and its creator picks it up with one hand. On a small rectangular screen on the contraption, a pixelated map and coordinates written in Undercommon appear. A raspy old woman's voice laughs from somewhere underneath the creator's brass carapace.
"Foolish girl. Nothing escapes the bounds of my calculations."
A four-armed robot enters the room as if called, its smooth metal plates gleaming faintly in the dim light of the lamp on the workbench. The tinkerer hands their contraption to this robot.
"Find her."
The robot salutes, and then glows with a faint light before winking out of existence. Another laugh, and then the strange tinkerer returns to their machinery.
*Cool!*
*very!*
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
On a massive screen somewhere in that important-seeming building, one tiny green light turns grey. A few letters under "Unit EXU-47" change to "Signal Lost".
The brass-plated tinkered sighs when they notice the change. "An imperfection after all... such a shame." They press a few keys on the control panel in front of this screen, and the light turns red: "Connection Terminated"
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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)
*Your not going to read the whole of lords rest, are you?*
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.
*no, that would kill me. I just sometimes read what happened between when I have to sleep and got to school and things like that*
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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"It's exactly as my algorithms foresaw."
Within the top floor of a large, important-looking building, to the left of a fancy looking office, something stirs. A large room full of machinery, tools, and scrap from various failed experiments line the walls and hang from the ceiling. Sitting at an iron workbench on the other side of the room, a hunched over figure composing of rigid metal plates and a spindly carbon-fiber skeleton sits in a large chair that hovers slightly above the ground. Their six arms, each with a different tool in their three-fingered hands, work on a small device with incredible speed and surgical precision.
After a little while, a small green light activates on the device, and its creator picks it up with one hand. On a small rectangular screen on the contraption, a pixelated map and coordinates written in Undercommon appear. A raspy old woman's voice laughs from somewhere underneath the creator's brass carapace.
"Foolish girl. Nothing escapes the bounds of my calculations."
A four-armed robot enters the room as if called, its smooth metal plates gleaming faintly in the dim light of the lamp on the workbench. The tinkerer hands their contraption to this robot.
"Find her."
The robot salutes, and then glows with a faint light before winking out of existence. Another laugh, and then the strange tinkerer returns to their machinery.
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)
*Cool!*
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.
*very!*
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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*currently on page 10, heading for 52*
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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*You can do it!*
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.
*oh, I will :)*
⌜╔═════════════ The Board ══════════════╗⌝
...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
⌞╚════════════ Extended Signature ════════════╝⌟
On a massive screen somewhere in that important-seeming building, one tiny green light turns grey. A few letters under "Unit EXU-47" change to "Signal Lost".
The brass-plated tinkered sighs when they notice the change. "An imperfection after all... such a shame." They press a few keys on the control panel in front of this screen, and the light turns red: "Connection Terminated"
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 might make a character for this...*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The strange tinkerer continues to work on their strange machinery, when a ringing echoes from the back corner of the dimly-lit workshop.
One of their spindly brass hands coils around an old-looking telephone. They raise it to their brass-plated head.
"What is it? Spit it out!"
"Hmm... I see."
"Well, then what are you waiting for? FIND HER!"
They slam the phone back on the table. The doctor sighs, and returns to their machinery.
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)
*Sigh.... i remember this place....*
*God i miss overkill, they were super nice*
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
*Same, wonder what they're doing now?*
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
*Hopefully good. I seem them online periodically, but they haven't posted since september*
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
*I never really got to do anything with Overkill, they seem awesome though...*
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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*They were. They were fun, they had dope characters, and this place seems to be doing pretty good :D*
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
*Me too... Maybe now, but definitely once Yondor gives me a summary(Or I read it all myself.)*
I'm Hecate! I've got a lotta titles, and there's no way this sig space would hold them all lol
remember that my PMs are always open to anyone who needs someone to talk to, vent to, or just shout at, and i'll always respond relatively quickly
The Younger Twin (by ten minutes)
Extended signature: Here
*Actually yeah, anyone got a good break down of whats going on recently? I was really only available during the beginning*
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
*I'm slowly working through it...*
⌜╔═════════════ The Board ══════════════╗⌝
...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
⌞╚════════════ Extended Signature ════════════╝⌟
*eh, i got the gist of the begginning, so i don't exactly need a break down if its tough.*
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