Sitting in a dark, run down shack in the woods, with a single flickering candle sitting in the corner is a tower of a man, sitting on a stool, boiling a pot of stew on an open fire. The man an orc with what appears to be a bag over his head with two sockets for his soft emerald eyes, his stirs the bowl with a spoon gently, a massive broken and rusted cleaver speckled with blood sitting in his lap.
Sitting in a dark, run down shack in the woods, with a single flickering candle sitting in the corner is a tower of a man, sitting on a stool, boiling a pot of stew on an open fire. The man an orc with what appears to be a bag over his head with two sockets for his soft emerald eyes, his stirs the bowl with a spoon gently, a massive cleaver speckled with blood sitting in his lap.
Chef Grumble watches the orc make the stew from behind the trees, eyeing the cleaver
Sitting in a dark, run down shack in the woods, with a single flickering candle sitting in the corner is a tower of a man, sitting on a stool, boiling a pot of stew on an open fire. The man an orc with what appears to be a bag over his head with two sockets for his soft emerald eyes, his stirs the bowl with a spoon gently, a massive cleaver speckled with blood sitting in his lap.
Chef Grumble watches the orc make the stew from behind the trees, eyeing the cleaver
The man silently pushes himself to his feet, turning around as he grabs the hilt of the cleaver, loosely wrapped with bandages around the hilt. He locks his eyes on the spot they are hiding.
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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.'
Sitting in a dark, run down shack in the woods, with a single flickering candle sitting in the corner is a tower of a man, sitting on a stool, boiling a pot of stew on an open fire. The man an orc with what appears to be a bag over his head with two sockets for his soft emerald eyes, his stirs the bowl with a spoon gently, a massive cleaver speckled with blood sitting in his lap.
Chef Grumble watches the orc make the stew from behind the trees, eyeing the cleaver
The man silently pushes himself to his feet, turning around as he grabs the hilt of the cleaver, loosely wrapped with bandages around the hilt. He locks his eyes on the spot they are hiding.
Chef Grumble shuts his eyes and his bright frills slowly lower, before he stays still, listening as his hide looks purely green.
Sitting in a dark, run down shack in the woods, with a single flickering candle sitting in the corner is a tower of a man, sitting on a stool, boiling a pot of stew on an open fire. The man an orc with what appears to be a bag over his head with two sockets for his soft emerald eyes, his stirs the bowl with a spoon gently, a massive cleaver speckled with blood sitting in his lap.
Chef Grumble watches the orc make the stew from behind the trees, eyeing the cleaver
The man silently pushes himself to his feet, turning around as he grabs the hilt of the cleaver, loosely wrapped with bandages around the hilt. He locks his eyes on the spot they are hiding.
Chef Grumble shuts his eyes and his bright frills slowly lower, before he stays still, listening as his hide looks purely green.
The chef walks up to the tree they are next to, before swinging their cleaver and embedding it right above their head, before he speaks in a heavy Bayou accent, grumbling his words, "Cookin's almost ready, come on." He turns back and begins walking back, leaving the cleaver in the tree. It went halfway through the wood.
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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.'
*Hey everybody, I guess that I'm back now from Spanish class, anybody else here or am I alone?*
*Hello, child of the meat-eating machine!*
*Heya Baalze, I'm gonna make a Bayou guy. Quick question, do you have a PS4 or PS5?*
*PS5, my brother.*
*Absolutely perfect, whenever you can, get Baldur's Gate 3. Wendi, you, and I could play, maybe Theren too. Anyway, wanna rp soon?*
*I'll try, but both BG3 and PS+ are out of my price range right now.*
*I'd be up for RP, but I'm still working on the character. I'm trying to come up with a philosophy I really like, something morally ambiguous (meaning 'wrong') but still "good" enough to work as an anti-hero. This will be my first stepping stone for the new guy.*
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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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*Hey everybody, I guess that I'm back now from Spanish class, anybody else here or am I alone?*
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.)
*I am well. Won an award.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Henlo! :3*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*Hello, child of the meat-eating machine!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Heya Tarra, I wanna make a man from the swampy bayou, but I'm gonna be leaving soon, so I don't know what to do.*
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.)
*Heya Baalze, I'm gonna make a Bayou guy. Quick question, do you have a PS4 or PS5?*
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.)
*Awesome!*
*What did you win it for?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Make them. Do what you want when you can, it doesn't matter that they won't be fully finished if ya have fun with them*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*Sure, I'll make them some kind of swamp orc, I planned to make them like a silent murderer like Pyramid head.*
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.)
*Okay. When you make them do you want to rp with them?*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*PS5, my brother.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I can rp with them now, I've already got a bit of an idea. Do you want me to intro? It wont be their proper intro, but it'll do.*
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.)
*Absolutely perfect, whenever you can, get Baldur's Gate 3. Wendi, you, and I could play, maybe Theren too. Anyway, wanna rp soon?*
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.)
*Sure :3*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
Sitting in a dark, run down shack in the woods, with a single flickering candle sitting in the corner is a tower of a man, sitting on a stool, boiling a pot of stew on an open fire. The man an orc with what appears to be a bag over his head with two sockets for his soft emerald eyes, his stirs the bowl with a spoon gently, a massive broken and rusted cleaver speckled with blood sitting in his lap.
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.)
Chef Grumble watches the orc make the stew from behind the trees, eyeing the cleaver
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
The man silently pushes himself to his feet, turning around as he grabs the hilt of the cleaver, loosely wrapped with bandages around the hilt. He locks his eyes on the spot they are hiding.
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.)
Chef Grumble shuts his eyes and his bright frills slowly lower, before he stays still, listening as his hide looks purely green.
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
The chef walks up to the tree they are next to, before swinging their cleaver and embedding it right above their head, before he speaks in a heavy Bayou accent, grumbling his words, "Cookin's almost ready, come on." He turns back and begins walking back, leaving the cleaver in the tree. It went halfway through the wood.
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.)
*I'll try, but both BG3 and PS+ are out of my price range right now.*
*I'd be up for RP, but I'm still working on the character. I'm trying to come up with a philosophy I really like, something morally ambiguous (meaning 'wrong') but still "good" enough to work as an anti-hero. This will be my first stepping stone for the new guy.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.