Soon, Cherry is dragging a large buck out from a bush "Hello" she says with a slight wave
*syr I was sleepin* she’s just standing there, maybe terrified
*okie*
Cherry just blinks twice, than she holds up the deer higher and starts to consume it's blood
She turns around, covering her eyes and shaking
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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)
*She is soft and gentle and kind and you will not forget the terror of her.*
*Im happy to hear that, I love Granny Greasegrip and her unstoppable power.*
*She's less unstoppable now. More like a regular hag than the CR 28 Grave Hag. She's still going to have a small army of minions though, which she teaches how to read through pastry letters. Pastry letters were a big thing in the colonial era. Women loved to show off how educated they were despite not being allowed to go to school. Of course, know too many letters and you're a witch. Guess who's a witch?*
*Thats fun man, I love Granny Greasegrip just as a whole you know, one of my favorite characters of yours, up there with Felix(Almost).*
*She is soft and gentle and kind and you will not forget the terror of her.*
*i love her. Granny Greasegrip is perfect.*
*Fat, unattractive, lonely old woman (I say old, but mid 50s isn't really all that old) who is only here for two reasons: Her illegal book club, and her hunger for the terror of Salem, Oregon.*
*Truly perfect.*
*Salem, Oregon? Illegal book club? Haha*
*indeed.*
*Is that a reference I accidentally made and don't get?*
*it was just a bit funny, since there are two major Salems in North America, one being the capital of Oregon, and one being in Massachusetts with the witch trials.*
*I did not know that. I thought it was Oregon with the witch trials. Damn. Out of all the things I've researched...*
*She is soft and gentle and kind and you will not forget the terror of her.*
*i love her. Granny Greasegrip is perfect.*
*Fat, unattractive, lonely old woman (I say old, but mid 50s isn't really all that old) who is only here for two reasons: Her illegal book club, and her hunger for the terror of Salem, Oregon.*
*Truly perfect.*
*Salem, Oregon? Illegal book club? Haha*
*indeed.*
*Is that a reference I accidentally made and don't get?*
*it was just a bit funny, since there are two major Salems in North America, one being the capital of Oregon, and one being in Massachusetts with the witch trials.*
*I did not know that. I thought it was Oregon with the witch trials. Damn. Out of all the things I've researched...*
*ha… yeah, it does get a bit confusing. Salem, Massachusetts is a lot older Than Salem, Oregon. Salem, Massachusetts, where the game will be taking place, is actually rather close to Boston.*
*She is soft and gentle and kind and you will not forget the terror of her.*
*Im happy to hear that, I love Granny Greasegrip and her unstoppable power.*
*She's less unstoppable now. More like a regular hag than the CR 28 Grave Hag. She's still going to have a small army of minions though, which she teaches how to read through pastry letters. Pastry letters were a big thing in the colonial era. Women loved to show off how educated they were despite not being allowed to go to school. Of course, know too many letters and you're a witch. Guess who's a witch?*
*I knew that Granny Greasegrip was already a character here, but oh my goodness Grave hags are terrifying*
*i’m doing quite well, in the process of trying to switch one of my classes to something else*
*I wish I had the willpower to do something like that, happy to hear you are doing well would you like to rp?*
*its a process because usually I would need to swap with someone, but the class I’m trying to get out of is a dance class and nobody wants to be in that class, and the class I’m trying to join is practically full, but the teacher told one of my friends that I might just be able to join anyways, so now I’ve emailed him and am waiting for a response.*
*sure! Who do you want?*
*Bro I have a class like that, it’s absolutely awful, Spanish class has the worst teacher I’ve had for a long time, but I’ve already commuted to learning the language and my parents wouldn’t want me to get out of it.*
*I don’t really have a preference, sorry.*
*the thing is, everyone likes the dance teacher, she’s really nice, it’s just that nobody likes the subject. Even the dance kids.*
*alright!*
Mother Misery is tending to her patients.
*That sounds fun, hope it works out.*
Darius comes over to assist, and this time he actually doesn’t appear to be injured, but knowing Darius, he probably is and is just hiding it.
She looks to Darius. “Thank you for coming, we’re… a bit overwhelmed.” Mother Misery herself is a bit injured from healing others, and is currently helping a patient mend a broken arm, using as little magic as possible. “Are you not hurt as well? That’s… new.” She says to Darius, a bit suspicious.
He smiles at them genuinely, carrying the charisma of a young king “Why would I come to a hospital if I was injured?” He chuckles, running a stony hand through his hair while helping those he can, looking back at her occasionally.
She finishes helping the patient with a broken arm, and walks over to him. “so… what have you been doing since we last talked?”
“Well I went into a coma for a little bit, but that wasn’t too bad, other than that not much.” He says with a broad smile, winking at them “It’s good to see you again.”
*i’m doing quite well, in the process of trying to switch one of my classes to something else*
*I wish I had the willpower to do something like that, happy to hear you are doing well would you like to rp?*
*its a process because usually I would need to swap with someone, but the class I’m trying to get out of is a dance class and nobody wants to be in that class, and the class I’m trying to join is practically full, but the teacher told one of my friends that I might just be able to join anyways, so now I’ve emailed him and am waiting for a response.*
*sure! Who do you want?*
*Bro I have a class like that, it’s absolutely awful, Spanish class has the worst teacher I’ve had for a long time, but I’ve already commuted to learning the language and my parents wouldn’t want me to get out of it.*
*I don’t really have a preference, sorry.*
*the thing is, everyone likes the dance teacher, she’s really nice, it’s just that nobody likes the subject. Even the dance kids.*
*alright!*
Mother Misery is tending to her patients.
*That sounds fun, hope it works out.*
Darius comes over to assist, and this time he actually doesn’t appear to be injured, but knowing Darius, he probably is and is just hiding it.
She looks to Darius. “Thank you for coming, we’re… a bit overwhelmed.” Mother Misery herself is a bit injured from healing others, and is currently helping a patient mend a broken arm, using as little magic as possible. “Are you not hurt as well? That’s… new.” She says to Darius, a bit suspicious.
He smiles at them genuinely, carrying the charisma of a young king “Why would I come to a hospital if I was injured?” He chuckles, running a stony hand through his hair while helping those he can, looking back at her occasionally.
She finishes helping the patient with a broken arm, and walks over to him. “so… what have you been doing since we last talked?”
“Well I went into a coma for a little bit, but that wasn’t too bad, other than that not much.” He says with a broad smile, winking at them “It’s good to see you again.”
*I'm going to throw Greasegrip in your general direction as soon as you put up your character(s). I don't think I've played much with Mother Misery, but all your characters are great so I don't know who to pick.*
She turns around, covering her eyes and shaking
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)
*Thats fun man, I love Granny Greasegrip just as a whole you know, one of my favorite characters of yours, up there with Felix(Almost).*
*I did not know that. I thought it was Oregon with the witch trials. Damn. Out of all the things I've researched...*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*ha… yeah, it does get a bit confusing. Salem, Massachusetts is a lot older Than Salem, Oregon. Salem, Massachusetts, where the game will be taking place, is actually rather close to Boston.*
*Hey, Arch.*
*(dramatic whiplash noise)*
*Wanna... RP?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I knew that Granny Greasegrip was already a character here, but oh my goodness Grave hags are terrifying*
*sure, darling!*
“Well I went into a coma for a little bit, but that wasn’t too bad, other than that not much.” He says with a broad smile, winking at them “It’s good to see you again.”
She sighs. “why did you go into a coma?”
*I'm going to throw Greasegrip in your general direction as soon as you put up your character(s). I don't think I've played much with Mother Misery, but all your characters are great so I don't know who to pick.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Cut for Arch.*
“Because I took severe brain damage during a fight, but I’m fine now, don’t worry.” He grins wide.
*Good morning, how is all of you?*
*I am quite sublime. I have a DND session to run soon.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Does anyone else want to rp?*
*I am guzzling down an instant mocha, so I have enough energy to keep up a million RPs at once.*
*Do your worst, big man.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*ave maria*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*you know i am a righteous man*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Nice :>*
*gratia plena*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“You know, you tell me not to worry, but you also say the most worrying things. What were you fighting?”