Samaritan is outside, helping the wedding director set up the venue for the wedding. The director keeps trying to show him off but he manages to come back again and again to help, either with the catering staff or setting up. He wears a plain black T-shirt, a pair of jeans, just something simple before the wedding. He looks stressed, horribly horribly stressed.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Samaritan is outside, helping the wedding director set up the venue for the wedding. The director keeps trying to show him off but he manages to come back again and again to help, either with the catering staff or setting up. He wears a plain black T-shirt, a pair of jeans, just something simple before the wedding. He looks stressed, horribly horribly stressed.
Riotan is decorating everything around him both with regular objects and furniture and constructs of his abyssal nature. At the moment he’s making red and silver paper lanterns.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Samaritan is outside, helping the wedding director set up the venue for the wedding. The director keeps trying to show him off but he manages to come back again and again to help, either with the catering staff or setting up. He wears a plain black T-shirt, a pair of jeans, just something simple before the wedding. He looks stressed, horribly horribly stressed.
Riotan is decorating everything around him both with regular objects and furniture and constructs of his abyssal nature. At the moment he’s making red and silver paper lanterns.
Samaritan appears right behind him, beaming brightly behind his mask. He picks them up and spins them around.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Me trying to RP while my parents and older brother take up arms against each other in the other room:*
*Hello to you too Baalze, sounds like a whole thing you’ve got to deal with, I apologize for what you have to experience.*
*I told you to stop apologizing for things you have no control over. Do you remember that?*
*The world is a terrible place, and I know that. But God filled it with wonders, didn't he? I'm going to enjoy His work while I can and bear with the bad parts in the meantime. I'll try to help where I can so others can experience the incredible things in this world. My brother is acting like an angry, foolish young man, but that doesn't mean I have to join him. Anger begets anger, and what you sow you shall reap tenfold. I'm going to sow love and beauty... in my own way.*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Me trying to RP while my parents and older brother take up arms against each other in the other room:*
*Hello to you too Baalze, sounds like a whole thing you’ve got to deal with, I apologize for what you have to experience.*
*I told you to stop apologizing for things you have no control over. Do you remember that?*
*The world is a terrible place, and I know that. But God filled it with wonders, didn't he? I'm going to enjoy His work while I can and bear with the bad parts in the meantime. I'll try to help where I can so others can experience the incredible things in this world. My brother is acting like an angry, foolish young man, but that doesn't mean I have to join him. Anger begets anger, and what you sow you shall reap tenfold. I'm going to sow love and beauty... in my own way.*
*I do remember, sorry it’s a force of habit, sorry. Okay…*
*Chonker bee is now a robot designed by the Church to provide comfort and healing in the trenches. He runs on sugar and dual wields trench knives, dancing through enemy lines slicing and dicing with glee. He was not designed for combat, but during an emergency they gave him knives, all their sugar rations, and a pat on the back before saying "Good luck, buddy!" and booking it. He mowed down eighteen armed soldiers before going down, letting the other soldiers get out scot-free while still holding their position, and he was so effective that they repaired him and gave him a purple heart and a medal for valor. Now he's an adventurer since he's technically retired by military standards.*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Chonker bee is now a robot designed by the Church to provide comfort and healing in the trenches. He runs on sugar and dual wields trench knives, dancing through enemy lines slicing and dicing with glee. He was not designed for combat, but during an emergency they gave him knives, all their sugar rations, and a pat on the back before saying "Good luck, buddy!" and booking it. He mowed down eighteen armed soldiers before going down, letting the other soldiers get out scot-free while still holding their position, and he was so effective that they repaired him and gave him a purple heart and a medal for valor. Now he's an adventurer since he's technically retired by military standards.*
*Wealth, glory, enlightenment, that darkness seems to promise all things. Well watch out. It's a sickly air that fills the place. Creatures turn mad and travelers are robbed of their memories. Perhaps dreams aren't such great things after all...*
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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)
*Wealth, glory, enlightenment, that darkness seems to promise all things. Well watch out. It's a sickly air that fills the place. Creatures turn mad and travelers are robbed of their memories. Perhaps dreams aren't such great things after all...*
*Feywild*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Wealth, glory, enlightenment, that darkness seems to promise all things. Well watch out. It's a sickly air that fills the place. Creatures turn mad and travelers are robbed of their memories. Perhaps dreams aren't such great things after all...*
*Feywild*
*Well no, but actually yes.*
*Greetings! How art thou today, brother?*
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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)
*Wealth, glory, enlightenment, that darkness seems to promise all things. Well watch out. It's a sickly air that fills the place. Creatures turn mad and travelers are robbed of their memories. Perhaps dreams aren't such great things after all...*
*Im gonna be honest, based on the first two words I thought this was gonna be a One Piece reference. Hey Yvonne.*
*Wealth, glory, enlightenment, that darkness seems to promise all things. Well watch out. It's a sickly air that fills the place. Creatures turn mad and travelers are robbed of their memories. Perhaps dreams aren't such great things after all...*
*Im gonna be honest, based on the first two words I thought this was gonna be a One Piece reference. Hey Yvonne.*
*Hello to you as well! How doth thee fare, my good friend?*
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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)
*Wealth, glory, enlightenment, that darkness seems to promise all things. Well watch out. It's a sickly air that fills the place. Creatures turn mad and travelers are robbed of their memories. Perhaps dreams aren't such great things after all...*
*Im gonna be honest, based on the first two words I thought this was gonna be a One Piece reference. Hey Yvonne.*
*Hello to you as well! How doth thee fare, my good friend?*
*I fare well enough, and how do you fare my dear friend of mine?*
*Amatarou (Bee Bot) is going to use Armor Clad Faith as his theme song. He knows he lives in a broken world, but he's rejecting the AI equivalent of Nirvana (mechanical ascension) in order to keep fighting for that broken world. He believes in its values, not in the ugly truth it presents to him every day.*
*He's an idealist, and his never-ending joy and compassion mean that everyone knows it.*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Wealth, glory, enlightenment, that darkness seems to promise all things. Well watch out. It's a sickly air that fills the place. Creatures turn mad and travelers are robbed of their memories. Perhaps dreams aren't such great things after all...*
*Feywild*
*Well no, but actually yes.*
*Greetings! How art thou today, brother?*
*Family is fighting, but I got a Texas Trio of three different kinds of "sushi" that contained no raw fish. It was really good and I see why it cost me $10 now.*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
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Samaritan is outside, helping the wedding director set up the venue for the wedding. The director keeps trying to show him off but he manages to come back again and again to help, either with the catering staff or setting up. He wears a plain black T-shirt, a pair of jeans, just something simple before the wedding. He looks stressed, horribly horribly stressed.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Riotan is decorating everything around him both with regular objects and furniture and constructs of his abyssal nature. At the moment he’s making red and silver paper lanterns.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Hey, anybody here who wants to rp or something? Cool if not, I’ll still be here I suppose.*
*Me trying to RP while my parents and older brother take up arms against each other in the other room:*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Hello to you too Baalze, sounds like a whole thing you’ve got to deal with, I apologize for what you have to experience.*
Samaritan appears right behind him, beaming brightly behind his mask. He picks them up and spins them around.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
(Me who doesn’t have siblings)
Backup account for when I can’t login to my main. Probably won’t see much use
*I told you to stop apologizing for things you have no control over. Do you remember that?*
*The world is a terrible place, and I know that. But God filled it with wonders, didn't he? I'm going to enjoy His work while I can and bear with the bad parts in the meantime. I'll try to help where I can so others can experience the incredible things in this world. My brother is acting like an angry, foolish young man, but that doesn't mean I have to join him. Anger begets anger, and what you sow you shall reap tenfold. I'm going to sow love and beauty... in my own way.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I do remember, sorry it’s a force of habit, sorry. Okay…*
*Chonker bee is now a robot designed by the Church to provide comfort and healing in the trenches. He runs on sugar and dual wields trench knives, dancing through enemy lines slicing and dicing with glee. He was not designed for combat, but during an emergency they gave him knives, all their sugar rations, and a pat on the back before saying "Good luck, buddy!" and booking it. He mowed down eighteen armed soldiers before going down, letting the other soldiers get out scot-free while still holding their position, and he was so effective that they repaired him and gave him a purple heart and a medal for valor. Now he's an adventurer since he's technically retired by military standards.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Nice!*
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
*Wealth, glory, enlightenment, that darkness seems to promise all things. Well watch out. It's a sickly air that fills the place. Creatures turn mad and travelers are robbed of their memories. Perhaps dreams aren't such great things after all...*
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)
*Feywild*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Well no, but actually yes.*
*Greetings! How art thou today, brother?*
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)
*Im gonna be honest, based on the first two words I thought this was gonna be a One Piece reference. Hey Yvonne.*
*Hello to you as well! How doth thee fare, my good friend?*
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 fare well enough, and how do you fare my dear friend of mine?*
*Amatarou (Bee Bot) is going to use Armor Clad Faith as his theme song. He knows he lives in a broken world, but he's rejecting the AI equivalent of Nirvana (mechanical ascension) in order to keep fighting for that broken world. He believes in its values, not in the ugly truth it presents to him every day.*
*He's an idealist, and his never-ending joy and compassion mean that everyone knows it.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Family is fighting, but I got a Texas Trio of three different kinds of "sushi" that contained no raw fish. It was really good and I see why it cost me $10 now.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.