*Alright, I'll post a quick intro for you bouncin' boi-os*
The New Church of Light is burning with unearthly, indigo flames. The sounds of shotgun blast after shotgun blast echoes from inside. Eventually, the gunfire ceases, leaving only the crackling flames... and the smell of cooking meat.
The Welder smells this and fiddles with his metal cube.
A pale oni with a dad bod and loose, casual clothing walks out of the church with a full-sized barbecue grill under one arm and several corpses under the other. He sets the grill down, then waves to the Welder. He drops the corpses, some of which seem to be alive judging by the fact that they try to squirm away. He grabs one of the runners and bashes their skull in on the barbecue before tossing them into it, indigo hellfire wreathing them as he slams it shut.
The Welder fiddles for something in his black toolbox before producing a skewer of sorts. He walks over, no fear in his step as he hands it to them.
*Alright, I'll post a quick intro for you bouncin' boi-os*
The New Church of Light is burning with unearthly, indigo flames. The sounds of shotgun blast after shotgun blast echoes from inside. Eventually, the gunfire ceases, leaving only the crackling flames... and the smell of cooking meat.
Ambrosia heard the gunfire, as well as the sound of cooking meat and heads towards the flames. Sitting down somewhere outside of sight, watching curiously, her body unnaturally contorted to hide where she is, her eyes slitted.
A pale oni with a dad bod and loose, casual clothing walks out of the church with a mug of coffee in one hand and a shotgun in the other, looking as though he just got up. His indigo eyes look around, calm and satisfied. He has gore and ashes all over his slippers.
She circles around them, uncontorting herself to come into visibility, the sound of bone crunching back into place as she smiles at them softly, her fangs shining brightly with blood “Hello there.” She says, her eyes predatory.
*I'm finally on. Unfortunately, I do not know how long I shall be on for.*
*At least you’re on at all, do you want to rp?*
*Yes please.*
*Would you like anyone? If you don’t just say so.*
*I'll take whatever you give me.,
*Of course, here you go.*
Tengen is drinking some water at the Inn, his appearance human, and the way he carries himself no one would know of the demon he truly is, his blade at his side as always.
Sparrow is looking for affordable housing, he has a good amount of money, and he wants to get the best he can for his wife, sitting in the rocking chair on the porch.
The Welder watches the from afar. He seems to be working on some sort of metallic objects machine.
Stroth is with him, sewing together a skin-like husk for some sort of dog.
Tengen doesn’t even attempt to ignore them, making direct eye contact with them, annoyed by their constant stalking, unable to get any work done.
He looks up to them “What’re ya doin’ there?” He asks curiously, leaning over to see what they are doing.
*Wonderful! Do you want to continue our previous interaction, or something else?*
*That is also entirely up to you, I’m happy either way, sorry I don’t have the power to choose.*
*I think I'd like to start a new one. Now, let me see...*
KK is back at the warehouse, continuing her work on designing something truly horrifying to add to the Fair next.
*Of course, here you go.*
Henry has finished another carving of a skull, though this one unlike any KK would have seen, unnaturally molded as if it healed while broken. All of the skulls he’s carved sitting on a table in front of him, and there are a few.
KK looks over at the skulls, and then over at Henry. "Those all look amazing." She says to them, smiling.
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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)
His own is unnaturally warm, the smile on his face not being held in his eyes as he gives them a firm handshake.
She doesn't seem to notice, but you can hear and feel something in her hand crack. "Oh!" she pulls her hand back, shaking it as if in pain
He looks down to his own hand, a sadness appearing in his eyes “Apologies, I did not mean to cause you any harm.” He puts his hands on his legs.
"No, it's alright." she stammers. "it was already broken". she unwraps the bandages and you can see her hand is made of porcelain, articulated at every joint like a doll's. A jagged crack runs from the thumb to the wrist. "I can fix it later"
*boink*
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*I'm finally on. Unfortunately, I do not know how long I shall be on for.*
*Welcome back, friend! Wouldst thou like to rp, perchance?*
*Yes please.*
*Cool!*
Omori is walking through the snow, collecting cool rocks and such.
Donn keeps an eye on them as he works on a scarf for them.
She continues to collect cool rocks as she looks around, not straying too far from Donn. After a while, she pauses, sitting down in the snow and looking through what she's found so far.
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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)
she realizes and pulls back her bandaged hand. "oh, I'm sorry"
"It's... okay" Cherry fiddles with a pouch
"I have sensory things too, it's nothing to be ashamed of" she grins
Cherry has a slightly confused face, clearly not about what she just said. something else
"What?" she looks around for anything confusing
"Uh... you are... rather calm?..."
"Oh, I've always been quiet"
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*Wonderful! Do you want to continue our previous interaction, or something else?*
*That is also entirely up to you, I’m happy either way, sorry I don’t have the power to choose.*
*I think I'd like to start a new one. Now, let me see...*
KK is back at the warehouse, continuing her work on designing something truly horrifying to add to the Fair next.
*Of course, here you go.*
Henry has finished another carving of a skull, though this one unlike any KK would have seen, unnaturally molded as if it healed while broken. All of the skulls he’s carved sitting on a table in front of him, and there are a few.
KK looks over at the skulls, and then over at Henry. "Those all look amazing." She says to them, smiling.
“Very difficult work, a hobby of mine more than anything. I carve the exact skull sculpture of people I like or beasts I’ve killed, I wonder, what are the dimensions of your skull?”
*I'm finally on. Unfortunately, I do not know how long I shall be on for.*
*At least you’re on at all, do you want to rp?*
*Yes please.*
*Would you like anyone? If you don’t just say so.*
*I'll take whatever you give me.,
*Of course, here you go.*
Tengen is drinking some water at the Inn, his appearance human, and the way he carries himself no one would know of the demon he truly is, his blade at his side as always.
Sparrow is looking for affordable housing, he has a good amount of money, and he wants to get the best he can for his wife, sitting in the rocking chair on the porch.
The Welder watches the from afar. He seems to be working on some sort of metallic objects machine.
Stroth is with him, sewing together a skin-like husk for some sort of dog.
Tengen doesn’t even attempt to ignore them, making direct eye contact with them, annoyed by their constant stalking, unable to get any work done.
He looks up to them “What’re ya doin’ there?” He asks curiously, leaning over to see what they are doing.
*I'm finally on. Unfortunately, I do not know how long I shall be on for.*
*Welcome back, friend! Wouldst thou like to rp, perchance?*
*Yes please.*
*Cool!*
Omori is walking through the snow, collecting cool rocks and such.
Donn keeps an eye on them as he works on a scarf for them.
She continues to collect cool rocks as she looks around, not straying too far from Donn. After a while, she pauses, sitting down in the snow and looking through what she's found so far.
His own is unnaturally warm, the smile on his face not being held in his eyes as he gives them a firm handshake.
She doesn't seem to notice, but you can hear and feel something in her hand crack. "Oh!" she pulls her hand back, shaking it as if in pain
He looks down to his own hand, a sadness appearing in his eyes “Apologies, I did not mean to cause you any harm.” He puts his hands on his legs.
"No, it's alright." she stammers. "it was already broken". she unwraps the bandages and you can see her hand is made of porcelain, articulated at every joint like a doll's. A jagged crack runs from the thumb to the wrist. "I can fix it later"
He looks at the hand curiously “Hmm, at least two people made of porcelain in this town. Curious.” He sits next to them, placing his thumb on the crack, it begins to heat up in an attempt to repair the parts by melding them back together.
*Alright, I'll post a quick intro for you bouncin' boi-os*
The New Church of Light is burning with unearthly, indigo flames. The sounds of shotgun blast after shotgun blast echoes from inside. Eventually, the gunfire ceases, leaving only the crackling flames... and the smell of cooking meat.
Helianth sees the church in flames, not seeming bothered in the least at the sight. It walks into the building, not harmed by the flames (assuming they're flames that do fire damage), curious to see what's going on.
A fat, pure white demon is standing at the burning pulpit, crushing the bishop's windpipe against it. "Oh, hey there! I'll be just a minute." The high priest reaches out to Helianth, as though begging for any sort of help. "Sorry, that was rude." He twists the man's head off with a spray of gore and tosses the body into the flames. "What's the news? Here for the barbecue?"
*Wonderful! Do you want to continue our previous interaction, or something else?*
*That is also entirely up to you, I’m happy either way, sorry I don’t have the power to choose.*
*I think I'd like to start a new one. Now, let me see...*
KK is back at the warehouse, continuing her work on designing something truly horrifying to add to the Fair next.
*Of course, here you go.*
Henry has finished another carving of a skull, though this one unlike any KK would have seen, unnaturally molded as if it healed while broken. All of the skulls he’s carved sitting on a table in front of him, and there are a few.
KK looks over at the skulls, and then over at Henry. "Those all look amazing." She says to them, smiling.
“Very difficult work, a hobby of mine more than anything. I carve the exact skull sculpture of people I like or beasts I’ve killed, I wonder, what are the dimensions of your skull?”
She thinks for a moment. "I'm not entirely sure, actually. None of the designs I made for this body went into detail on skeletal structure. I'll have to ask Stroth about that." She explains, as if this was a complete normal thing to say.
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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)
His own is unnaturally warm, the smile on his face not being held in his eyes as he gives them a firm handshake.
She doesn't seem to notice, but you can hear and feel something in her hand crack. "Oh!" she pulls her hand back, shaking it as if in pain
He looks down to his own hand, a sadness appearing in his eyes “Apologies, I did not mean to cause you any harm.” He puts his hands on his legs.
"No, it's alright." she stammers. "it was already broken". she unwraps the bandages and you can see her hand is made of porcelain, articulated at every joint like a doll's. A jagged crack runs from the thumb to the wrist. "I can fix it later"
He looks at the hand curiously “Hmm, at least two people made of porcelain in this town. Curious.” He sits next to them, placing his thumb on the crack, it begins to heat up in an attempt to repair the parts by melding them back together.
The material seems magical in nature and easily repairs. "Thank you"
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*Wonderful! Do you want to continue our previous interaction, or something else?*
*That is also entirely up to you, I’m happy either way, sorry I don’t have the power to choose.*
*I think I'd like to start a new one. Now, let me see...*
KK is back at the warehouse, continuing her work on designing something truly horrifying to add to the Fair next.
*Of course, here you go.*
Henry has finished another carving of a skull, though this one unlike any KK would have seen, unnaturally molded as if it healed while broken. All of the skulls he’s carved sitting on a table in front of him, and there are a few.
KK looks over at the skulls, and then over at Henry. "Those all look amazing." She says to them, smiling.
“Very difficult work, a hobby of mine more than anything. I carve the exact skull sculpture of people I like or beasts I’ve killed, I wonder, what are the dimensions of your skull?”
She thinks for a moment. "I'm not entirely sure, actually. None of the designs I made for this body went into detail on skeletal structure. I'll have to ask Stroth about that." She explains, as if this was a complete normal thing to say.
He sighs “Unfortunately, I’ll make an exact replica of your skull later I suppose.” He looks down to the ones he’s made, sticking his knife into the table “Thank you for providing me with residence, I often don’t have a real place to stay.”
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
A pale oni with a dad bod and loose, casual clothing walks out of the church with a full-sized barbecue grill under one arm and several corpses under the other. He sets the grill down, then waves to the Welder. He drops the corpses, some of which seem to be alive judging by the fact that they try to squirm away. He grabs one of the runners and bashes their skull in on the barbecue before tossing them into it, indigo hellfire wreathing them as he slams it shut.
The Welder fiddles for something in his black toolbox before producing a skewer of sorts. He walks over, no fear in his step as he hands it to them.
He smiles at the Welder. "Thanks, pal!" He pats them on the shoulder. He puts his hand into a nearby flame and pulls out some alien fruits, skewering them along with some eyes and fingers. He then places that onto the grill with much more care than he did for the corpse.
His own is unnaturally warm, the smile on his face not being held in his eyes as he gives them a firm handshake.
She doesn't seem to notice, but you can hear and feel something in her hand crack. "Oh!" she pulls her hand back, shaking it as if in pain
He looks down to his own hand, a sadness appearing in his eyes “Apologies, I did not mean to cause you any harm.” He puts his hands on his legs.
"No, it's alright." she stammers. "it was already broken". she unwraps the bandages and you can see her hand is made of porcelain, articulated at every joint like a doll's. A jagged crack runs from the thumb to the wrist. "I can fix it later"
He looks at the hand curiously “Hmm, at least two people made of porcelain in this town. Curious.” He sits next to them, placing his thumb on the crack, it begins to heat up in an attempt to repair the parts by melding them back together.
The material seems magical in nature and easily repairs. "Thank you"
“Think nothing of it. Tell me if you will, what caused this?” He asks, looking up to their eyes.
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The Welder fiddles for something in his black toolbox before producing a skewer of sorts. He walks over, no fear in his step as he hands it to them.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
She circles around them, uncontorting herself to come into visibility, the sound of bone crunching back into place as she smiles at them softly, her fangs shining brightly with blood “Hello there.” She says, her eyes predatory.
Tengen doesn’t even attempt to ignore them, making direct eye contact with them, annoyed by their constant stalking, unable to get any work done.
He looks up to them “What’re ya doin’ there?” He asks curiously, leaning over to see what they are doing.
KK looks over at the skulls, and then over at Henry. "Those all look amazing." She says to them, smiling.
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)
*boink*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
She continues to collect cool rocks as she looks around, not straying too far from Donn. After a while, she pauses, sitting down in the snow and looking through what she's found so far.
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)
"Oh, I've always been quiet"
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
“Very difficult work, a hobby of mine more than anything. I carve the exact skull sculpture of people I like or beasts I’ve killed, I wonder, what are the dimensions of your skull?”
They raise a hand as if to say hello.
"Making a dog." She said, shrugging.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
They hand them the scarf and smiles brightly.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
A fat, pure white demon is standing at the burning pulpit, crushing the bishop's windpipe against it. "Oh, hey there! I'll be just a minute." The high priest reaches out to Helianth, as though begging for any sort of help. "Sorry, that was rude." He twists the man's head off with a spray of gore and tosses the body into the flames. "What's the news? Here for the barbecue?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She thinks for a moment. "I'm not entirely sure, actually. None of the designs I made for this body went into detail on skeletal structure. I'll have to ask Stroth about that." She explains, as if this was a complete normal thing to say.
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)
*Cut for Wendi.*
He sighs and raises a hand back, smiling, though it certainly isn’t a real smile.
He chuckles, until he realizes they are serious “Yer makin’ a dog? What fer? I ain’t had a dog since… well it’s been a while.”
The material seems magical in nature and easily repairs.
"Thank you"
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
He sighs “Unfortunately, I’ll make an exact replica of your skull later I suppose.” He looks down to the ones he’s made, sticking his knife into the table “Thank you for providing me with residence, I often don’t have a real place to stay.”
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
They look down and go back to their machine.
"Because I thought you would like it. You seem like a dog fella."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He smiles at the Welder. "Thanks, pal!" He pats them on the shoulder. He puts his hand into a nearby flame and pulls out some alien fruits, skewering them along with some eyes and fingers. He then places that onto the grill with much more care than he did for the corpse.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Think nothing of it. Tell me if you will, what caused this?” He asks, looking up to their eyes.