*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.*
*Take all the time you need, I'm going to think about the character I'm working on while I play them, and when I'm in DND club. I'm thinking them be the strong silent type I've been looking to create, someone to massacres the evil, but is mistaken for evil himself.*
*Also, don't worry about it, it's all good buddy.*
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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.
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.
Chef Grumble opens his eyes and examines the cleaver, his eyes wide. His frills slowly go back up and shake
"Until the day we crumble, yes.." she smiles, nuzzling him
He gasps, kissing back and closing his eyes
"Well, I'm told Byren has replaced me, so you'll be more picking up his slack. But, you're welcome."
He nuzzles them back, closing his eyes "Love you deeply."
She pulls back after a moment, bristling and closing her eyes, "That was... nice..."
"I will pick up the slack and all of that, don't worry about it. I'll start working after I get married."
"Love you too." she sighs, yawning
"It was..." he cozies up to her
"Thank you, and congratulations! Very happy for you and my sister. Oh, one more thing. Don't tell her you met me, she... doesn't even know I exist."
He yawns the same, “Do you want to go to sleep now?” (I made a new character, he’s another big guy, but more of a strong silent type)
She wraps her tails around their waist “I still don’t trust you… but you’re a good kisser… and I like that.”
“Your sister is the best thing that happened to me, I’ll make sure to take care of her, and this talk never happened, as a matter of fact, who’s Jam?” He says with a smile.
*Anybody here? If not I'll take some time making an intro for my new guy.*
*I have been recently summoned once again, so I'm here. How are you, and would you like to rp?*
*I am doing decently well, made myself a Bayou man, if you want to meet them. They are... Pyramid head esqe.*
*Ooh, that sounds like a fun character- I'd love to rp with them, if you want to! Good to hear you're doing alright.*
*Then here comes the intro I suppose.*
The sound of grinding metal can be heard coming from a run down shack in the forest, as well as the sound of a crackling fire and bubbling liquid.
Omori hears the metallic scraping sounds, and cautiously approaches the shack to investigate. She sticks close to the shadows, blending into the dark to avoid being immediately attacked.
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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)
*Anybody here? If not I'll take some time making an intro for my new guy.*
*I have been recently summoned once again, so I'm here. How are you, and would you like to rp?*
*I am doing decently well, made myself a Bayou man, if you want to meet them. They are... Pyramid head esqe.*
*Ooh, that sounds like a fun character- I'd love to rp with them, if you want to! Good to hear you're doing alright.*
*Then here comes the intro I suppose.*
The sound of grinding metal can be heard coming from a run down shack in the forest, as well as the sound of a crackling fire and bubbling liquid.
Omori hears the metallic scraping sounds, and cautiously approaches the shack to investigate. She sticks close to the shadows, blending into the dark to avoid being immediately attacked.
They see an absolute unit of what they can assume is a man, sharpening a massive dull cleaver, rusted and speckled with blood on a stone, a bag over his head that hides all of his features except for his emerald green eyes. He’s dressed like a homeless man, silently working. An open flame crackles nearby, boiling a pot with something inside.
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*Take all the time you need, I'm going to think about the character I'm working on while I play them, and when I'm in DND club. I'm thinking them be the strong silent type I've been looking to create, someone to massacres the evil, but is mistaken for evil himself.*
*Also, don't worry about it, it's all good buddy.*
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 opens his eyes and examines the cleaver, his eyes wide. His frills slowly go back up and shake
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
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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 Salem, wanna rp, pretty please?*
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.)
He nuzzles them back, closing his eyes "Love you deeply."
She pulls back after a moment, bristling and closing her eyes, "That was... nice..."
"I will pick up the slack and all of that, don't worry about it. I'll start working after I get married."
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.)
He yawns the same, “Do you want to go to sleep now?” (I made a new character, he’s another big guy, but more of a strong silent type)
She wraps her tails around their waist “I still don’t trust you… but you’re a good kisser… and I like that.”
“Your sister is the best thing that happened to me, I’ll make sure to take care of her, and this talk never happened, as a matter of fact, who’s Jam?” He says with a smile.
*Anybody here? If not I'll take some time making an intro for my new guy.*
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 have been recently summoned once again, so I'm here. How are you, and would you like to rp?*
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 doing decently well, made myself a Bayou man, if you want to meet them. They are... Pyramid head esqe.*
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.)
*Ooh, that sounds like a fun character- I'd love to rp with them, if you want to! Good to hear you're doing alright.*
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)
*Government Mandated Friendship Time*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
*Oh boy, friendship time!*
*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)
*Then here comes the intro I suppose.*
The sound of grinding metal can be heard coming from a run down shack in the forest, as well as the sound of a crackling fire and bubbling liquid.
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.)
*It's all good.*
He nods, closing his eyes and falling into a steady breathing pattern.
She nuzzles up against them, "Didnt expect to finish my day with a lamb in my bed."
He laughs before waving and walking off back to Sam's demiplane.
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.)
Omori hears the metallic scraping sounds, and cautiously approaches the shack to investigate. She sticks close to the shadows, blending into the dark to avoid being immediately attacked.
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)
They see an absolute unit of what they can assume is a man, sharpening a massive dull cleaver, rusted and speckled with blood on a stone, a bag over his head that hides all of his features except for his emerald green eyes. He’s dressed like a homeless man, silently working. An open flame crackles nearby, boiling a pot with something inside.