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#54689 Mar 22, 2024
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"Well that's not what most people would expect as an answer." Damian looks at his feet "Do you know where my soul might have gotten off to?"

"If it ain't on the fields of the damned or up here, Its either in heaven or someone has it." He said and chuckled, his laugh gravelly.

"Well that'll be fun to find out now won't it." Damian smiles at the group "Well make sure not to stay too long, your presence may scared off customers for the Inn."

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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.

I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.

Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.

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#54691 Mar 22, 2024
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Move 'em on (head em' up!)
Head em' up (move 'em on!)
Move 'em on (head em' up!)
Rawhide!
Cut 'em out (ride 'em in!)
Ride 'em in (cut em' out!)
Cut 'em out, Ride 'em in
Rawhide!

Keep movin', movin', movin'
Though they're disapprovin'
Keep them doggies movin'
Rawhide

Don't try to understand 'em
Just rope 'n' throw and brand 'em
Soon we'll be livin' high and wide
My heart's calculatin'
My true love will be waitin'
Be waitin' at the end of my ride

Move 'em on (head em' up!)
Head em' up (move 'em on!)
Move 'em on (head em' up!)
Rawhide!
Cut em' out (ride 'em in!)
Ride 'em in (cut em' out!)
Cut em' out, ride 'em in
Rawhide!
Yah!

A thunderous noise fills the air, as the ground shakes beneath us. Emerging over the horizon is a stampeding herd of ghostly creatures. They appear as ethereal blobs with bloated bodies and large, black eyes. Moving down the hill, they are guided by five figures on black horses with flaming manes. These figures are dressed in bright crimson leather and cloth, completely covering their skin. They wear large-brimmed cowboy hats adorned with bones and bone masks depicting creatures of prey. The eerie beings seemed to be communicating with each other through a hushed, clicking sound as if they were using their hidden tongues. Several of them skillfully hurled lassos made of intertwined metal, capturing the ghostly creatures despite their intangible nature.
The imposing figure, clearly the leader, sits at the forefront. Towering over the others, he is clad in dark, inky clothing that sets him apart. A black opal bolo tie adorns his neck, shimmering brightly in the light. His mask is unlike the others', fashioned from a burnt burlap sack with crude eyeholes cut out of it. He is currently roping an ethereal creature and bringing it to the ground.

Henry walks over, interested.

The leader looks up, pressing his boot into one of the soul's side. It writhes, screeching in anger. "What do you want partner?" He asked, his tone gravelly.

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𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙

𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘

𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙

𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
#54692 Mar 22, 2024
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Move 'em on (head em' up!)
Head em' up (move 'em on!)
Move 'em on (head em' up!)
Rawhide!
Cut 'em out (ride 'em in!)
Ride 'em in (cut em' out!)
Cut 'em out, Ride 'em in
Rawhide!

Keep movin', movin', movin'
Though they're disapprovin'
Keep them doggies movin'
Rawhide

Don't try to understand 'em
Just rope 'n' throw and brand 'em
Soon we'll be livin' high and wide
My heart's calculatin'
My true love will be waitin'
Be waitin' at the end of my ride

Move 'em on (head em' up!)
Head em' up (move 'em on!)
Move 'em on (head em' up!)
Rawhide!
Cut em' out (ride 'em in!)
Ride 'em in (cut em' out!)
Cut em' out, ride 'em in
Rawhide!
Yah!

A thunderous noise fills the air, as the ground shakes beneath us. Emerging over the horizon is a stampeding herd of ghostly creatures. They appear as ethereal blobs with bloated bodies and large, black eyes. Moving down the hill, they are guided by five figures on black horses with flaming manes. These figures are dressed in bright crimson leather and cloth, completely covering their skin. They wear large-brimmed cowboy hats adorned with bones and bone masks depicting creatures of prey. The eerie beings seemed to be communicating with each other through a hushed, clicking sound as if they were using their hidden tongues. Several of them skillfully hurled lassos made of intertwined metal, capturing the ghostly creatures despite their intangible nature.
The imposing figure, clearly the leader, sits at the forefront. Towering over the others, he is clad in dark, inky clothing that sets him apart. A black opal bolo tie adorns his neck, shimmering brightly in the light. His mask is unlike the others', fashioned from a burnt burlap sack with crude eyeholes cut out of it. He is currently roping an ethereal creature and bringing it to the ground.

Henry walks over, interested.

The leader looks up, pressing his boot into one of the soul's side. It writhes, screeching in anger. "What do you want partner?" He asked, his tone gravelly.

"Merely interested in your capture sir."

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#54693 Mar 22, 2024
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Thirteen is preparing matcha.

Nainai is writing more calmly than usual.

Larry are sitting in the library. They’ve wrapped their chair with the plastic cover used for bodies during active investigation to prevent its dampening.

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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.
#54694 Mar 22, 2024
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"Well that's not what most people would expect as an answer." Damian looks at his feet "Do you know where my soul might have gotten off to?"

"If it ain't on the fields of the damned or up here, Its either in heaven or someone has it." He said and chuckled, his laugh gravelly.

"Well that'll be fun to find out now won't it." Damian smiles at the group "Well make sure not to stay too long, your presence may scared off customers for the Inn."

The leader gets off his horse and walks over, looking over Damian. "Let me tell you this once son, we ain't going anywhere till we get these souls rounded up. If your business loses people cause of us, too bad."

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𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙

𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘

𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙

𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
#54695 Mar 22, 2024
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"Well that's not what most people would expect as an answer." Damian looks at his feet "Do you know where my soul might have gotten off to?"

"If it ain't on the fields of the damned or up here, Its either in heaven or someone has it." He said and chuckled, his laugh gravelly.

"Well that'll be fun to find out now won't it." Damian smiles at the group "Well make sure not to stay too long, your presence may scared off customers for the Inn."

The leader gets off his horse and walks over, looking over Damian. "Let me tell you this once son, we ain't going anywhere till we get these souls rounded up. If your business loses people cause of us, too bad."

"Hey no need to get sharp pal and it ain't my business. All I'm sayin is get done fast and get out or get rid of the crazy clouds. Friend." Damian begins to look at the group with disdain.

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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.

I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.

Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.

Etiam im librum scribo
#54696 Mar 22, 2024
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Move 'em on (head em' up!)
Head em' up (move 'em on!)
Move 'em on (head em' up!)
Rawhide!
Cut 'em out (ride 'em in!)
Ride 'em in (cut em' out!)
Cut 'em out, Ride 'em in
Rawhide!

Keep movin', movin', movin'
Though they're disapprovin'
Keep them doggies movin'
Rawhide

Don't try to understand 'em
Just rope 'n' throw and brand 'em
Soon we'll be livin' high and wide
My heart's calculatin'
My true love will be waitin'
Be waitin' at the end of my ride

Move 'em on (head em' up!)
Head em' up (move 'em on!)
Move 'em on (head em' up!)
Rawhide!
Cut em' out (ride 'em in!)
Ride 'em in (cut em' out!)
Cut em' out, ride 'em in
Rawhide!
Yah!

A thunderous noise fills the air, as the ground shakes beneath us. Emerging over the horizon is a stampeding herd of ghostly creatures. They appear as ethereal blobs with bloated bodies and large, black eyes. Moving down the hill, they are guided by five figures on black horses with flaming manes. These figures are dressed in bright crimson leather and cloth, completely covering their skin. They wear large-brimmed cowboy hats adorned with bones and bone masks depicting creatures of prey. The eerie beings seemed to be communicating with each other through a hushed, clicking sound as if they were using their hidden tongues. Several of them skillfully hurled lassos made of intertwined metal, capturing the ghostly creatures despite their intangible nature.
The imposing figure, clearly the leader, sits at the forefront. Towering over the others, he is clad in dark, inky clothing that sets him apart. A black opal bolo tie adorns his neck, shimmering brightly in the light. His mask is unlike the others', fashioned from a burnt burlap sack with crude eyeholes cut out of it. He is currently roping an ethereal creature and bringing it to the ground.

Henry walks over, interested.

The leader looks up, pressing his boot into one of the soul's side. It writhes, screeching in anger. "What do you want partner?" He asked, his tone gravelly.

"Merely interested in your capture sir."

He narrows his eyes behind his mask, tilting his head. "Is that so?"

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𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙

𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘

𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙

𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
#54697 Mar 22, 2024
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"Well that's not what most people would expect as an answer." Damian looks at his feet "Do you know where my soul might have gotten off to?"

"If it ain't on the fields of the damned or up here, Its either in heaven or someone has it." He said and chuckled, his laugh gravelly.

"Well that'll be fun to find out now won't it." Damian smiles at the group "Well make sure not to stay too long, your presence may scared off customers for the Inn."

The leader gets off his horse and walks over, looking over Damian. "Let me tell you this once son, we ain't going anywhere till we get these souls rounded up. If your business loses people cause of us, too bad."

"He no need to get sharp pal and it ain't my business. All i'm sayin is get done fast and get out or get rid of the crazy clouds. Friend." Damian begins to look at the group with disdain.

The rest of them begin to make their way over. The leader chuckles "Get gone before we decide to make you the next thing on the market."

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𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙

𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘

𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙

𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
#54698 Mar 22, 2024
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Move 'em on (head em' up!)
Head em' up (move 'em on!)
Move 'em on (head em' up!)
Rawhide!
Cut 'em out (ride 'em in!)
Ride 'em in (cut em' out!)
Cut 'em out, Ride 'em in
Rawhide!

Keep movin', movin', movin'
Though they're disapprovin'
Keep them doggies movin'
Rawhide

Don't try to understand 'em
Just rope 'n' throw and brand 'em
Soon we'll be livin' high and wide
My heart's calculatin'
My true love will be waitin'
Be waitin' at the end of my ride

Move 'em on (head em' up!)
Head em' up (move 'em on!)
Move 'em on (head em' up!)
Rawhide!
Cut em' out (ride 'em in!)
Ride 'em in (cut em' out!)
Cut em' out, ride 'em in
Rawhide!
Yah!

A thunderous noise fills the air, as the ground shakes beneath us. Emerging over the horizon is a stampeding herd of ghostly creatures. They appear as ethereal blobs with bloated bodies and large, black eyes. Moving down the hill, they are guided by five figures on black horses with flaming manes. These figures are dressed in bright crimson leather and cloth, completely covering their skin. They wear large-brimmed cowboy hats adorned with bones and bone masks depicting creatures of prey. The eerie beings seemed to be communicating with each other through a hushed, clicking sound as if they were using their hidden tongues. Several of them skillfully hurled lassos made of intertwined metal, capturing the ghostly creatures despite their intangible nature.
The imposing figure, clearly the leader, sits at the forefront. Towering over the others, he is clad in dark, inky clothing that sets him apart. A black opal bolo tie adorns his neck, shimmering brightly in the light. His mask is unlike the others', fashioned from a burnt burlap sack with crude eyeholes cut out of it. He is currently roping an ethereal creature and bringing it to the ground.

Henry walks over, interested.

The leader looks up, pressing his boot into one of the soul's side. It writhes, screeching in anger. "What do you want partner?" He asked, his tone gravelly.

"Merely interested in your capture sir."

He narrows his eyes behind his mask, tilting his head. "Is that so?"

He nods, sensing a bit of danger.

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Ye old creator of characters

Tortured poet and writer

This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
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Move 'em on (head em' up!)
Head em' up (move 'em on!)
Move 'em on (head em' up!)
Rawhide!
Cut 'em out (ride 'em in!)
Ride 'em in (cut em' out!)
Cut 'em out, Ride 'em in
Rawhide!

Keep movin', movin', movin'
Though they're disapprovin'
Keep them doggies movin'
Rawhide

Don't try to understand 'em
Just rope 'n' throw and brand 'em
Soon we'll be livin' high and wide
My heart's calculatin'
My true love will be waitin'
Be waitin' at the end of my ride

Move 'em on (head em' up!)
Head em' up (move 'em on!)
Move 'em on (head em' up!)
Rawhide!
Cut em' out (ride 'em in!)
Ride 'em in (cut em' out!)
Cut em' out, ride 'em in
Rawhide!
Yah!

A thunderous noise fills the air, as the ground shakes beneath us. Emerging over the horizon is a stampeding herd of ghostly creatures. They appear as ethereal blobs with bloated bodies and large, black eyes. Moving down the hill, they are guided by five figures on black horses with flaming manes. These figures are dressed in bright crimson leather and cloth, completely covering their skin. They wear large-brimmed cowboy hats adorned with bones and bone masks depicting creatures of prey. The eerie beings seemed to be communicating with each other through a hushed, clicking sound as if they were using their hidden tongues. Several of them skillfully hurled lassos made of intertwined metal, capturing the ghostly creatures despite their intangible nature.
The imposing figure, clearly the leader, sits at the forefront. Towering over the others, he is clad in dark, inky clothing that sets him apart. A black opal bolo tie adorns his neck, shimmering brightly in the light. His mask is unlike the others', fashioned from a burnt burlap sack with crude eyeholes cut out of it. He is currently roping an ethereal creature and bringing it to the ground.

Henry walks over, interested.

The leader looks up, pressing his boot into one of the soul's side. It writhes, screeching in anger. "What do you want partner?" He asked, his tone gravelly.

"Merely interested in your capture sir."

He narrows his eyes behind his mask, tilting his head. "Is that so?"

He nods, sensing a bit of danger.

"What interests you?" He asks, eyes glinting.

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𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙

𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘

𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙

𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
#54700 Mar 22, 2024
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"Well that's not what most people would expect as an answer." Damian looks at his feet "Do you know where my soul might have gotten off to?"

"If it ain't on the fields of the damned or up here, Its either in heaven or someone has it." He said and chuckled, his laugh gravelly.

"Well that'll be fun to find out now won't it." Damian smiles at the group "Well make sure not to stay too long, your presence may scared off customers for the Inn."

The leader gets off his horse and walks over, looking over Damian. "Let me tell you this once son, we ain't going anywhere till we get these souls rounded up. If your business loses people cause of us, too bad."

"He no need to get sharp pal and it ain't my business. All i'm sayin is get done fast and get out or get rid of the crazy clouds. Friend." Damian begins to look at the group with disdain.

The rest of them begin to make their way over. The leader chuckles "Get gone before we decide to make you the next thing on the market."

"Threats wont get you nowhere friend but all walk away, just make sure to get it done quickly. Have a good day." Damian begins to walk away "Also the souls are escaping pal."

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Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.

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#54701 Mar 22, 2024
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(new intro)

-a man in a plain white mask and butler's outfit walks around, in one hand he is always twirlimg an animal mask of some kind, every now and then he stops to hand someone one of the masks saying- a gift -or something similar, then as he walks away another seems to appear in his hand-

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"When at first you don't succeed. Try and try again" Story of my life.

Nicknamed 'doppleganger' by AnnoyedCecealia. given title: that guy! by drummer. lol XD

wishing to live.
whispering wind.
falling through sky.
knowing i died.
falling.
dying...
slowly......
#54702 Mar 22, 2024
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Move 'em on (head em' up!)
Head em' up (move 'em on!)
Move 'em on (head em' up!)
Rawhide!
Cut 'em out (ride 'em in!)
Ride 'em in (cut em' out!)
Cut 'em out, Ride 'em in
Rawhide!

Keep movin', movin', movin'
Though they're disapprovin'
Keep them doggies movin'
Rawhide

Don't try to understand 'em
Just rope 'n' throw and brand 'em
Soon we'll be livin' high and wide
My heart's calculatin'
My true love will be waitin'
Be waitin' at the end of my ride

Move 'em on (head em' up!)
Head em' up (move 'em on!)
Move 'em on (head em' up!)
Rawhide!
Cut em' out (ride 'em in!)
Ride 'em in (cut em' out!)
Cut em' out, ride 'em in
Rawhide!
Yah!

A thunderous noise fills the air, as the ground shakes beneath us. Emerging over the horizon is a stampeding herd of ghostly creatures. They appear as ethereal blobs with bloated bodies and large, black eyes. Moving down the hill, they are guided by five figures on black horses with flaming manes. These figures are dressed in bright crimson leather and cloth, completely covering their skin. They wear large-brimmed cowboy hats adorned with bones and bone masks depicting creatures of prey. The eerie beings seemed to be communicating with each other through a hushed, clicking sound as if they were using their hidden tongues. Several of them skillfully hurled lassos made of intertwined metal, capturing the ghostly creatures despite their intangible nature.
The imposing figure, clearly the leader, sits at the forefront. Towering over the others, he is clad in dark, inky clothing that sets him apart. A black opal bolo tie adorns his neck, shimmering brightly in the light. His mask is unlike the others', fashioned from a burnt burlap sack with crude eyeholes cut out of it. He is currently roping an ethereal creature and bringing it to the ground.

Henry walks over, interested.

The leader looks up, pressing his boot into one of the soul's side. It writhes, screeching in anger. "What do you want partner?" He asked, his tone gravelly.

"Merely interested in your capture sir."

He narrows his eyes behind his mask, tilting his head. "Is that so?"

He nods, sensing a bit of danger.

"What interests you?" He asks, eyes glinting.

"Haven't seen anything like it before. And it seems you are hurting it."

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#54703 Mar 22, 2024
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Move 'em on (head em' up!)
Head em' up (move 'em on!)
Move 'em on (head em' up!)
Rawhide!
Cut 'em out (ride 'em in!)
Ride 'em in (cut em' out!)
Cut 'em out, Ride 'em in
Rawhide!

Keep movin', movin', movin'
Though they're disapprovin'
Keep them doggies movin'
Rawhide

Don't try to understand 'em
Just rope 'n' throw and brand 'em
Soon we'll be livin' high and wide
My heart's calculatin'
My true love will be waitin'
Be waitin' at the end of my ride

Move 'em on (head em' up!)
Head em' up (move 'em on!)
Move 'em on (head em' up!)
Rawhide!
Cut em' out (ride 'em in!)
Ride 'em in (cut em' out!)
Cut em' out, ride 'em in
Rawhide!
Yah!

A thunderous noise fills the air, as the ground shakes beneath us. Emerging over the horizon is a stampeding herd of ghostly creatures. They appear as ethereal blobs with bloated bodies and large, black eyes. Moving down the hill, they are guided by five figures on black horses with flaming manes. These figures are dressed in bright crimson leather and cloth, completely covering their skin. They wear large-brimmed cowboy hats adorned with bones and bone masks depicting creatures of prey. The eerie beings seemed to be communicating with each other through a hushed, clicking sound as if they were using their hidden tongues. Several of them skillfully hurled lassos made of intertwined metal, capturing the ghostly creatures despite their intangible nature.
The imposing figure, clearly the leader, sits at the forefront. Towering over the others, he is clad in dark, inky clothing that sets him apart. A black opal bolo tie adorns his neck, shimmering brightly in the light. His mask is unlike the others', fashioned from a burnt burlap sack with crude eyeholes cut out of it. He is currently roping an ethereal creature and bringing it to the ground.

Henry walks over, interested.

The leader looks up, pressing his boot into one of the soul's side. It writhes, screeching in anger. "What do you want partner?" He asked, his tone gravelly.

"Merely interested in your capture sir."

He narrows his eyes behind his mask, tilting his head. "Is that so?"

He nods, sensing a bit of danger.

"What interests you?" He asks, eyes glinting.

"Haven't seen anything like it before. And it seems you are hurting it."

"They ain't worth a thought. Besides, these are souls that were sent downwards."

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𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙

𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘

𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙

𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
#54704 Mar 22, 2024
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Move 'em on (head em' up!)
Head em' up (move 'em on!)
Move 'em on (head em' up!)
Rawhide!
Cut 'em out (ride 'em in!)
Ride 'em in (cut em' out!)
Cut 'em out, Ride 'em in
Rawhide!

Keep movin', movin', movin'
Though they're disapprovin'
Keep them doggies movin'
Rawhide

Don't try to understand 'em
Just rope 'n' throw and brand 'em
Soon we'll be livin' high and wide
My heart's calculatin'
My true love will be waitin'
Be waitin' at the end of my ride

Move 'em on (head em' up!)
Head em' up (move 'em on!)
Move 'em on (head em' up!)
Rawhide!
Cut em' out (ride 'em in!)
Ride 'em in (cut em' out!)
Cut em' out, ride 'em in
Rawhide!
Yah!

A thunderous noise fills the air, as the ground shakes beneath us. Emerging over the horizon is a stampeding herd of ghostly creatures. They appear as ethereal blobs with bloated bodies and large, black eyes. Moving down the hill, they are guided by five figures on black horses with flaming manes. These figures are dressed in bright crimson leather and cloth, completely covering their skin. They wear large-brimmed cowboy hats adorned with bones and bone masks depicting creatures of prey. The eerie beings seemed to be communicating with each other through a hushed, clicking sound as if they were using their hidden tongues. Several of them skillfully hurled lassos made of intertwined metal, capturing the ghostly creatures despite their intangible nature.
The imposing figure, clearly the leader, sits at the forefront. Towering over the others, he is clad in dark, inky clothing that sets him apart. A black opal bolo tie adorns his neck, shimmering brightly in the light. His mask is unlike the others', fashioned from a burnt burlap sack with crude eyeholes cut out of it. He is currently roping an ethereal creature and bringing it to the ground.

Henry walks over, interested.

The leader looks up, pressing his boot into one of the soul's side. It writhes, screeching in anger. "What do you want partner?" He asked, his tone gravelly.

"Merely interested in your capture sir."

He narrows his eyes behind his mask, tilting his head. "Is that so?"

He nods, sensing a bit of danger.

"What interests you?" He asks, eyes glinting.

"Haven't seen anything like it before. And it seems you are hurting it."

"They ain't worth a thought. Besides, these are souls that were sent downwards."

"mm, I see." he says, approaching the soul

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Ye old creator of characters

Tortured poet and writer

This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
#54705 Mar 22, 2024
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*morning!*

Suddenly within the tavern, the lights flicker. Maniacal laughter echoes throughout the main room as a ghostly and shadowy shape appears on the wall. A glowing red face appears on it, looking like something on a Jack-O-Lantern. The figure's eyes look around, scanning the room.

*Hmmm*

Vittorsi looks over at it, eyes narrowed. The cleric pulls out his emblem and grips it in one hand.

The figure narrows his eyes back at Vittorsi. Then, he speaks. "Why, it's quite nice to meet you!" He mutters, "Why can't I float 5 feet without a cleric preparing to banish me..."

"No no, simply pulling it out just in case you are not friendly and preparing to hurt others" He responded.

"Well, what were you going to do if I was?"

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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D

Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on

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One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, firstborn child and liver!

Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer (Drummer), the Endless Maws (Isis), the Mad Murderer (PJ), more on my extended sig
#54706 Mar 22, 2024
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Move 'em on (head em' up!)
Head em' up (move 'em on!)
Move 'em on (head em' up!)
Rawhide!
Cut 'em out (ride 'em in!)
Ride 'em in (cut em' out!)
Cut 'em out, Ride 'em in
Rawhide!

Keep movin', movin', movin'
Though they're disapprovin'
Keep them doggies movin'
Rawhide

Don't try to understand 'em
Just rope 'n' throw and brand 'em
Soon we'll be livin' high and wide
My heart's calculatin'
My true love will be waitin'
Be waitin' at the end of my ride

Move 'em on (head em' up!)
Head em' up (move 'em on!)
Move 'em on (head em' up!)
Rawhide!
Cut em' out (ride 'em in!)
Ride 'em in (cut em' out!)
Cut em' out, ride 'em in
Rawhide!
Yah!

A thunderous noise fills the air, as the ground shakes beneath us. Emerging over the horizon is a stampeding herd of ghostly creatures. They appear as ethereal blobs with bloated bodies and large, black eyes. Moving down the hill, they are guided by five figures on black horses with flaming manes. These figures are dressed in bright crimson leather and cloth, completely covering their skin. They wear large-brimmed cowboy hats adorned with bones and bone masks depicting creatures of prey. The eerie beings seemed to be communicating with each other through a hushed, clicking sound as if they were using their hidden tongues. Several of them skillfully hurled lassos made of intertwined metal, capturing the ghostly creatures despite their intangible nature.
The imposing figure, clearly the leader, sits at the forefront. Towering over the others, he is clad in dark, inky clothing that sets him apart. A black opal bolo tie adorns his neck, shimmering brightly in the light. His mask is unlike the others', fashioned from a burnt burlap sack with crude eyeholes cut out of it. He is currently roping an ethereal creature and bringing it to the ground.

Henry walks over, interested.

The leader looks up, pressing his boot into one of the soul's side. It writhes, screeching in anger. "What do you want partner?" He asked, his tone gravelly.

"Merely interested in your capture sir."

He narrows his eyes behind his mask, tilting his head. "Is that so?"

He nods, sensing a bit of danger.

"What interests you?" He asks, eyes glinting.

"Haven't seen anything like it before. And it seems you are hurting it."

"They ain't worth a thought. Besides, these are souls that were sent downwards."

"mm, I see." he says, approaching the soul

It snaps at him, screaming and writhing under the leaders boot.

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𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙

𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘

𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙

𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
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*morning!*

Suddenly within the tavern, the lights flicker. Maniacal laughter echoes throughout the main room as a ghostly and shadowy shape appears on the wall. A glowing red face appears on it, looking like something on a Jack-O-Lantern. The figure's eyes look around, scanning the room.

*Hmmm*

Vittorsi looks over at it, eyes narrowed. The cleric pulls out his emblem and grips it in one hand.

The figure narrows his eyes back at Vittorsi. Then, he speaks. "Why, it's quite nice to meet you!" He mutters, "Why can't I float 5 feet without a cleric preparing to banish me..."

"No no, simply pulling it out just in case you are not friendly and preparing to hurt others" He responded.

"Well, what were you going to do if I was?"

"Banish you." He says firmly

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𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙

𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘

𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙

𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
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Move 'em on (head em' up!)
Head em' up (move 'em on!)
Move 'em on (head em' up!)
Rawhide!
Cut 'em out (ride 'em in!)
Ride 'em in (cut em' out!)
Cut 'em out, Ride 'em in
Rawhide!

Keep movin', movin', movin'
Though they're disapprovin'
Keep them doggies movin'
Rawhide

Don't try to understand 'em
Just rope 'n' throw and brand 'em
Soon we'll be livin' high and wide
My heart's calculatin'
My true love will be waitin'
Be waitin' at the end of my ride

Move 'em on (head em' up!)
Head em' up (move 'em on!)
Move 'em on (head em' up!)
Rawhide!
Cut em' out (ride 'em in!)
Ride 'em in (cut em' out!)
Cut em' out, ride 'em in
Rawhide!
Yah!

A thunderous noise fills the air, as the ground shakes beneath us. Emerging over the horizon is a stampeding herd of ghostly creatures. They appear as ethereal blobs with bloated bodies and large, black eyes. Moving down the hill, they are guided by five figures on black horses with flaming manes. These figures are dressed in bright crimson leather and cloth, completely covering their skin. They wear large-brimmed cowboy hats adorned with bones and bone masks depicting creatures of prey. The eerie beings seemed to be communicating with each other through a hushed, clicking sound as if they were using their hidden tongues. Several of them skillfully hurled lassos made of intertwined metal, capturing the ghostly creatures despite their intangible nature.
The imposing figure, clearly the leader, sits at the forefront. Towering over the others, he is clad in dark, inky clothing that sets him apart. A black opal bolo tie adorns his neck, shimmering brightly in the light. His mask is unlike the others', fashioned from a burnt burlap sack with crude eyeholes cut out of it. He is currently roping an ethereal creature and bringing it to the ground.

Henry walks over, interested.

The leader looks up, pressing his boot into one of the soul's side. It writhes, screeching in anger. "What do you want partner?" He asked, his tone gravelly.

"Merely interested in your capture sir."

He narrows his eyes behind his mask, tilting his head. "Is that so?"

He nods, sensing a bit of danger.

"What interests you?" He asks, eyes glinting.

"Haven't seen anything like it before. And it seems you are hurting it."

"They ain't worth a thought. Besides, these are souls that were sent downwards."

"mm, I see." he says, approaching the soul

It snaps at him, screaming and writhing under the leaders boot.

"I don't think its very happy."

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