Felix is making an effigy of a strugel out of cake. He looks nervous, as do the great spirits around him.
Helianth ambles over towards them, watching them work, staying at a distance as if afraid it'll hurt them. Ichor stains its burning roots and hands. It looks equally nervous, if not more so.
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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)
Felix is making an effigy of a strugel out of cake. He looks nervous, as do the great spirits around him.
Helianth ambles over towards them, watching them work, staying at a distance as if afraid it'll hurt them. Ichor stains its burning roots and hands. It looks equally nervous, if not more so.
Felix looks up at Helianth as soon as he paints the chubby, smiling face. It looks almost real. "We couldn't find a... a hero, per se, but I doubt he could be more dangerous than you, especially if your hunger isn't slaked." He takes Helianth's hand in his paw. "Now, uh... I think this is your call, dear."
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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.
"I am the birth of newborns, the blood an placenta that coats their body. I am the final breath of a dying person, the last contraction of their lungs before brother death takes them. I am the creak of bones, the blinking of eyes, the muscles, the brain, the everything thats makes you a person..."
"I helped make you but now you fear me... you fear me like I am a monster.."
"I am nothing to be afraid of. I am your father, your creator. I made you beautiful, so unlike any other creation in this universe or the next."
"I am the flesh and the bone. The viscera and the marrow. I am the lord of vultures and of parasites. I am Carrion"
- The Last Voice of Carrion, the God of Flesh.
A platform of stone, carved with intricate circles in loops that chain to one another. Stone columns, once decorated with garlands of flowers and bones, now crumbled and abused. People, dressed in colorful robes of bright red, and one man, amongst them, was dressed in barely anything.
The man willingly walks to the center of the stone platform and sits down while the robed figures begin to light candles of fat, their flames nearly red. A robed figure walks up to him, holding a vial in their hands. It seems to be a powder of sorts, made of crushed bugs, ash from something, and dried leaves. The man takes the vial and nods as another figure brings forth a platter with raw meat of sorts on it, maggots writhing through the holes in the flesh, devouring the meat mindlessly. The man pours the powder out on the meat and begins to eat the flesh. The robed figures stand back, watching as the blood from the raw flesh drips down the man's chin.
One of the figures produces a censer from within the folds of their cloak, the metal sphere etched with pictures of a horrible-looking creature with many eyes and mouthes holding a thin, gaunt woman in their arms, the two lovers surrounded by the darkness of the void. Sweet-smelling smoke, like that of cinnamon and nutmeg, begins to fill the air.
One of the figures calls up to the man "Are you ready?"
The man nods back "Let us summon our savior."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Felix is making an effigy of a strugel out of cake. He looks nervous, as do the great spirits around him.
Helianth ambles over towards them, watching them work, staying at a distance as if afraid it'll hurt them. Ichor stains its burning roots and hands. It looks equally nervous, if not more so.
Felix looks up at Helianth as soon as he paints the chubby, smiling face. It looks almost real. "We couldn't find a... a hero, per se, but I doubt he could be more dangerous than you, especially if your hunger isn't slaked." He takes Helianth's hand in his paw. "Now, uh... I think this is your call, dear."
It thinks for a moment, placing a second spindly hand on top of Felix's. "If they're the best option we have, then I certainly won't object. I say we summon him."
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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)
"I am the birth of newborns, the blood an placenta that coats their body. I am the final breath of a dying person, the last contraction of their lungs before brother death takes them. I am the creak of bones, the blinking of eyes, the muscles, the brain, the everything thats makes you a person..."
"I helped make you but now you fear me... you fear me like I am a monster.."
"I am nothing to be afraid of. I am your father, your creator. I made you beautiful, so unlike any other creation in this universe or the next."
"I am the flesh and the bone. The viscera and the marrow. I am the lord of vultures and of parasites. I am Carrion"
- The Last Voice of Carrion, the God of Flesh.
A platform of stone, carved with intricate circles in loops that chain to one another. Stone columns, once decorated with garlands of flowers and bones, now crumbled and abused. People, dressed in colorful robes of bright red, and one man, amongst them, was dressed in barely anything.
The man willingly walks to the center of the stone platform and sits down while the robed figures begin to light candles of fat, their flames nearly red. A robed figure walks up to him, holding a vial in their hands. It seems to be a powder of sorts, made of crushed bugs, ash from something, and dried leaves. The man takes the vial and nods as another figure brings forth a platter with raw meat of sorts on it, maggots writhing through the holes in the flesh, devouring the meat mindlessly. The man pours the powder out on the meat and begins to eat the flesh. The robed figures stand back, watching as the blood from the raw flesh drips down the man's chin.
One of the figures produces a censer from within the folds of their cloak, the metal sphere etched with pictures of a horrible-looking creature with many eyes and mouthes holding a thin, gaunt woman in their arms, the two lovers surrounded by the darkness of the void. Sweet-smelling smoke, like that of cinnamon and nutmeg, begins to fill the air.
One of the figures calls up to the man "Are you ready?"
The man nods back "Let us summon our savior."
*Sensational. Reminds me of Nälkä.*
Thirteen has been on a death god kick lately, so he’d almost definitely be aware of the magical fluctuations caused by this ritual. He elects to investigate.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
"I am the birth of newborns, the blood an placenta that coats their body. I am the final breath of a dying person, the last contraction of their lungs before brother death takes them. I am the creak of bones, the blinking of eyes, the muscles, the brain, the everything thats makes you a person..."
"I helped make you but now you fear me... you fear me like I am a monster.."
"I am nothing to be afraid of. I am your father, your creator. I made you beautiful, so unlike any other creation in this universe or the next."
"I am the flesh and the bone. The viscera and the marrow. I am the lord of vultures and of parasites. I am Carrion"
- The Last Voice of Carrion, the God of Flesh.
A platform of stone, carved with intricate circles in loops that chain to one another. Stone columns, once decorated with garlands of flowers and bones, now crumbled and abused. People, dressed in colorful robes of bright red, and one man, amongst them, was dressed in barely anything.
The man willingly walks to the center of the stone platform and sits down while the robed figures begin to light candles of fat, their flames nearly red. A robed figure walks up to him, holding a vial in their hands. It seems to be a powder of sorts, made of crushed bugs, ash from something, and dried leaves. The man takes the vial and nods as another figure brings forth a platter with raw meat of sorts on it, maggots writhing through the holes in the flesh, devouring the meat mindlessly. The man pours the powder out on the meat and begins to eat the flesh. The robed figures stand back, watching as the blood from the raw flesh drips down the man's chin.
One of the figures produces a censer from within the folds of their cloak, the metal sphere etched with pictures of a horrible-looking creature with many eyes and mouthes holding a thin, gaunt woman in their arms, the two lovers surrounded by the darkness of the void. Sweet-smelling smoke, like that of cinnamon and nutmeg, begins to fill the air.
One of the figures calls up to the man "Are you ready?"
The man nods back "Let us summon our savior."
*This is absolutely incredible- I love how vividly it describes everything happening!*
The Architect is wandering, feeling somewhat bloodthirsty and looking for something to kill, when she notices a faint smell in the air... nutmeg, cinnamon... and flesh. She skitters across the ground on her myriad arms, looking for the source of the scent.
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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)
Felix looks up at Helianth as soon as he paints the chubby, smiling face. It looks almost real. "We couldn't find a... a hero, per se, but I doubt he could be more dangerous than you, especially if your hunger isn't slaked." He takes Helianth's hand in his paw. "Now, uh... I think this is your call, dear."
It thinks for a moment, placing a second spindly hand on top of Felix's. "If they're the best option we have, then I certainly won't object. I say we summon him."
He nods. "Alright then." He ignites a long grill lighter with his free hand and taps it to the ground, igniting a ritual circle around the effigy. It doesn't melt or burn, but instead starts to move slightly, shaking a little bit as if someone were trapped inside. "Atticus Gorta, child of bloodshed and hate, the devourer of many. The Lunch Lord, the King of Hunger, the Dessert Demon. Mortal made demigod not through divine deeds but through the eyes of his fellow ravaged mortal kind." He grimaces and holds Helianth's hand tighter, but speaks unwaveringly. "We summon you. Atticus Gorta, rise."
The eyes of the cake open, revealing black pools with gold irises. It slowly raises an arm, prompting Felix to ready a spell. The construct grabs the flames and wraps them around itself, forming them into black clothes, including a leather duster, fingerless gloves, and a cowboy hat. "I admire your confidence." Atticus comments. "You remember what I did last time I was alive, don't you?" Felix steps closer to Helianth. "...Yes." "Don't be so nervous. I'm just... picking your brain a bit." Felix nods. Atticus grins, revealing razor-sharp teeth.
"So, what is your plan for me? Because you must have known that summoning circle wasn't going to hold me."
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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.
*I do think I am back, or at least am back for a fraction of a time if anyone wishes to rp. I apologize for disappearing, and I'm sorry if I disappear again.*
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*I do think I am back, or at least am back for a fraction of a time if anyone wishes to rp. I apologize for disappearing, and I'm sorry if I disappear again.*
*all good dude. Glad to see you!*
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Felix looks up at Helianth as soon as he paints the chubby, smiling face. It looks almost real. "We couldn't find a... a hero, per se, but I doubt he could be more dangerous than you, especially if your hunger isn't slaked." He takes Helianth's hand in his paw. "Now, uh... I think this is your call, dear."
It thinks for a moment, placing a second spindly hand on top of Felix's. "If they're the best option we have, then I certainly won't object. I say we summon him."
He nods. "Alright then." He ignites a long grill lighter with his free hand and taps it to the ground, igniting a ritual circle around the effigy. It doesn't melt or burn, but instead starts to move slightly, shaking a little bit as if someone were trapped inside. "Atticus Gorta, child of bloodshed and hate, the devourer of many. The Lunch Lord, the King of Hunger, the Dessert Demon. Mortal made demigod not through divine deeds but through the eyes of his fellow ravaged mortal kind." He grimaces and holds Helianth's hand tighter, but speaks unwaveringly. "We summon you. Atticus Gorta, rise."
The eyes of the cake open, revealing black pools with gold irises. It slowly raises an arm, prompting Felix to ready a spell. The construct grabs the flames and wraps them around itself, forming them into black clothes, including a leather duster, fingerless gloves, and a cowboy hat. "I admire your confidence." Atticus comments. "You remember what I did last time I was alive, don't you?" Felix steps closer to Helianth. "...Yes." "Don't be so nervous. I'm just... picking your brain a bit." Felix nods. Atticus grins, revealing razor-sharp teeth.
"So, what is your plan for me? Because you must have known that summoning circle wasn't going to hold me."
"We have summoned you because we need your help." The angel of emptiness answers, not frightened of the Lunch Lord in the least. "I... I am cursed with an eternal hunger for light and warmth. The pain of it has been remedied, but... it has been getting stronger lately. Resisting the urge has been growing increasingly difficult. Recently, I lost myself in a frenzy, with no recollection of what happened when I awoke. I don't want to hurt anyone. Please, is there some way you can help dispel this affliction?"
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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)
*I do think I am back, or at least am back for a fraction of a time if anyone wishes to rp. I apologize for disappearing, and I'm sorry if I disappear again.*
*all good dude. Glad to see you!*
*Oh hey dude, wanna rp or whatever? It's good to see you too.*
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Mauric is scampering through the trees, looking for wild bird eggs.
Thirteen exits the tavern, looking disheveled.
Uzui notices them, looking over and smiling softly, "Do you need any help with those, friend?"
She looks over to them and frowns, walking over, "Professor? Everything okay?"
“I’m good, but thanks!” He looks down at you, slowly edging his way along the bough of the tree next to yours.
“Yes… just had a long night. Gods are sometimes very rude when all you want is to talk to them.”
He begins to change the pace of his music to follow their movements, smiling up at them, "If you say so, I'm Uzui, who might you be, honorable tree Tabaxi?"
She nods, "I wouldn't know, but I can believe you. Do you want some coffee or something?"
“Mauric. I’m the janitor at the tavern over there.”
“No thank you. I take care to not imbibe addictive substances.”
"A pleasure to meet you Mauric, I have heard good things about that Tavern."
She nods, "Of course, neither am I." She plucks another mushroom off herself and eats it.
“You have? I’d think the opposite would happen.”
“What do those taste like?”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*I do think I am back, or at least am back for a fraction of a time if anyone wishes to rp. I apologize for disappearing, and I'm sorry if I disappear again.*
*all good dude. Glad to see you!*
*Oh hey dude, wanna rp or whatever? It's good to see you too.*
*I just put out my first successful coauthored SCP article and it gives me immense happiness to know I helped make something worth reading.*
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*I do think I am back, or at least am back for a fraction of a time if anyone wishes to rp. I apologize for disappearing, and I'm sorry if I disappear again.*
*Welcome back, friend! Would you like to continue where we last left off?*
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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)
*I do think I am back, or at least am back for a fraction of a time if anyone wishes to rp. I apologize for disappearing, and I'm sorry if I disappear again.*
*all good dude. Glad to see you!*
*Oh hey dude, wanna rp or whatever? It's good to see you too.*
*I just put out my first successful coauthored SCP article and it gives me immense happiness to know I helped make something worth reading.*
*You make things worth reading all of the time, I am very happy for you. I'm just kinda, existing right now, a little paranoid about something, but it probably doesn't matter.*
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*I do think I am back, or at least am back for a fraction of a time if anyone wishes to rp. I apologize for disappearing, and I'm sorry if I disappear again.*
*Welcome back, friend! Would you like to continue where we last left off?*
*If you want to I would be happy to. I apologize for leaving, I had to listen to a very interesting lecture.*
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
He nods. "Alright then." He ignites a long grill lighter with his free hand and taps it to the ground, igniting a ritual circle around the effigy. It doesn't melt or burn, but instead starts to move slightly, shaking a little bit as if someone were trapped inside. "Atticus Gorta, child of bloodshed and hate, the devourer of many. The Lunch Lord, the King of Hunger, the Dessert Demon. Mortal made demigod not through divine deeds but through the eyes of his fellow ravaged mortal kind." He grimaces and holds Helianth's hand tighter, but speaks unwaveringly. "We summon you. Atticus Gorta, rise."
The eyes of the cake open, revealing black pools with gold irises. It slowly raises an arm, prompting Felix to ready a spell. The construct grabs the flames and wraps them around itself, forming them into black clothes, including a leather duster, fingerless gloves, and a cowboy hat. "I admire your confidence." Atticus comments. "You remember what I did last time I was alive, don't you?" Felix steps closer to Helianth. "...Yes." "Don't be so nervous. I'm just... picking your brain a bit." Felix nods. Atticus grins, revealing razor-sharp teeth.
"So, what is your plan for me? Because you must have known that summoning circle wasn't going to hold me."
"We have summoned you because we need your help." The angel of emptiness answers, not frightened of the Lunch Lord in the least. "I... I am cursed with an eternal hunger for light and warmth. The pain of it has been remedied, but... it has been getting stronger lately. Resisting the urge has been growing increasingly difficult. Recently, I lost myself in a frenzy, with no recollection of what happened when I awoke. I don't want to hurt anyone. Please, is there some way you can help dispel this affliction?"
Felix lets Helianth do the talking.
The archmage listens closely, nodding periodically. "Forgive my curiosity, but, while I do acknowledge that you are in dire need of help... why should I help you? And please, don't use threats. Everyone uses threats, but they're not actually that effective when you are in dire straits. I'm expecting more creativity from a being of your caliber."
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May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
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Helianth ambles over towards them, watching them work, staying at a distance as if afraid it'll hurt them. Ichor stains its burning roots and hands. It looks equally nervous, if not more so.
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)
Felix looks up at Helianth as soon as he paints the chubby, smiling face. It looks almost real. "We couldn't find a... a hero, per se, but I doubt he could be more dangerous than you, especially if your hunger isn't slaked." He takes Helianth's hand in his paw. "Now, uh... I think this is your call, dear."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A platform of stone, carved with intricate circles in loops that chain to one another. Stone columns, once decorated with garlands of flowers and bones, now crumbled and abused. People, dressed in colorful robes of bright red, and one man, amongst them, was dressed in barely anything.
The man willingly walks to the center of the stone platform and sits down while the robed figures begin to light candles of fat, their flames nearly red. A robed figure walks up to him, holding a vial in their hands. It seems to be a powder of sorts, made of crushed bugs, ash from something, and dried leaves. The man takes the vial and nods as another figure brings forth a platter with raw meat of sorts on it, maggots writhing through the holes in the flesh, devouring the meat mindlessly. The man pours the powder out on the meat and begins to eat the flesh. The robed figures stand back, watching as the blood from the raw flesh drips down the man's chin.
One of the figures produces a censer from within the folds of their cloak, the metal sphere etched with pictures of a horrible-looking creature with many eyes and mouthes holding a thin, gaunt woman in their arms, the two lovers surrounded by the darkness of the void. Sweet-smelling smoke, like that of cinnamon and nutmeg, begins to fill the air.
One of the figures calls up to the man "Are you ready?"
The man nods back "Let us summon our savior."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
It thinks for a moment, placing a second spindly hand on top of Felix's. "If they're the best option we have, then I certainly won't object. I say we summon him."
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'm gonna be on and off, give me a couple minutes, I'll be able to rp later. Sorry Yvonne and Baalze and Wendi.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Sensational. Reminds me of Nälkä.*
Thirteen has been on a death god kick lately, so he’d almost definitely be aware of the magical fluctuations caused by this ritual. He elects to investigate.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*hi wendigo*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
*This is absolutely incredible- I love how vividly it describes everything happening!*
The Architect is wandering, feeling somewhat bloodthirsty and looking for something to kill, when she notices a faint smell in the air... nutmeg, cinnamon... and flesh. She skitters across the ground on her myriad arms, looking for the source of the scent.
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)
He nods. "Alright then." He ignites a long grill lighter with his free hand and taps it to the ground, igniting a ritual circle around the effigy. It doesn't melt or burn, but instead starts to move slightly, shaking a little bit as if someone were trapped inside. "Atticus Gorta, child of bloodshed and hate, the devourer of many. The Lunch Lord, the King of Hunger, the Dessert Demon. Mortal made demigod not through divine deeds but through the eyes of his fellow ravaged mortal kind." He grimaces and holds Helianth's hand tighter, but speaks unwaveringly. "We summon you. Atticus Gorta, rise."
The eyes of the cake open, revealing black pools with gold irises. It slowly raises an arm, prompting Felix to ready a spell. The construct grabs the flames and wraps them around itself, forming them into black clothes, including a leather duster, fingerless gloves, and a cowboy hat. "I admire your confidence." Atticus comments. "You remember what I did last time I was alive, don't you?" Felix steps closer to Helianth. "...Yes." "Don't be so nervous. I'm just... picking your brain a bit." Felix nods. Atticus grins, revealing razor-sharp teeth.
"So, what is your plan for me? Because you must have known that summoning circle wasn't going to hold me."
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 think I am back, or at least am back for a fraction of a time if anyone wishes to rp. I apologize for disappearing, and I'm sorry if I disappear again.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*all good dude. Glad to see you!*
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
"We have summoned you because we need your help." The angel of emptiness answers, not frightened of the Lunch Lord in the least. "I... I am cursed with an eternal hunger for light and warmth. The pain of it has been remedied, but... it has been getting stronger lately. Resisting the urge has been growing increasingly difficult. Recently, I lost myself in a frenzy, with no recollection of what happened when I awoke. I don't want to hurt anyone. Please, is there some way you can help dispel this affliction?"
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 hey dude, wanna rp or whatever? It's good to see you too.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
“You have? I’d think the opposite would happen.”
“What do those taste like?”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*I just put out my first successful coauthored SCP article and it gives me immense happiness to know I helped make something worth reading.*
This is just Jobah619 again btw
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*Welcome back, friend! Would you like to continue where we last left off?*
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)
He laughs, tilting his head, "Why would you think that? Because of the numerous entities that exist here, and the constant crises perhaps?"
"Static." She answers, her eyes turning an unnatural, luminescent color.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*You make things worth reading all of the time, I am very happy for you. I'm just kinda, existing right now, a little paranoid about something, but it probably doesn't matter.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*If you want to I would be happy to. I apologize for leaving, I had to listen to a very interesting lecture.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Felix lets Helianth do the talking.
The archmage listens closely, nodding periodically. "Forgive my curiosity, but, while I do acknowledge that you are in dire need of help... why should I help you? And please, don't use threats. Everyone uses threats, but they're not actually that effective when you are in dire straits. I'm expecting more creativity from a being of your caliber."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.