I'll become your greatest fear (You'll have nothing left to fear) You couldn't stop me if you tried I know you'll be so happy here (I know we'll be so happy here) Aren't you so sorry that you lied?
A plump, fluffy, orange humanoid creature walks into town. He has a large, fluffy mane and black-and-orange-striped horns. His entire body sparkles like sugar and smells like pumpkin spice and chocolate. He fluffs his apron, causing little butterflies that had stuck to him before to flutter off. He's dressed like your average line cook, minus the classic little hat due to his edgy haircut and horns.
He says something in Deep Speech and the checkered book he is holding flutters open and lands on a blank page, which begins to seemingly write itself in bizarre symbols. He nods, straightens his glasses, and begins to head toward the inn.
I'll become your greatest fear (You'll have nothing left to fear) You couldn't stop me if you tried I know you'll be so happy here (I know we'll be so happy here) Aren't you so sorry that you lied?
A plump, fluffy, orange humanoid creature walks into town. He has a large, fluffy mane and black-and-orange-striped horns. His entire body sparkles like sugar and smells like pumpkin spice and chocolate. He fluffs his apron, causing little butterflies that had stuck to him before to flutter off. He's dressed like your average line cook, minus the classic little hat due to his edgy haircut and horns.
He says something in Deep Speech and the checkered book he is holding flutters open and lands on a blank page, which begins to seemingly write itself in bizarre symbols. He nods, straightens his glasses, and begins to head toward the inn.
Jack watches, a look of confusion painting his features. The wizard jumps down from his spot on top of the taverns roof and pulls out his journal, sketching the creature in it.
I'll become your greatest fear (You'll have nothing left to fear) You couldn't stop me if you tried I know you'll be so happy here (I know we'll be so happy here) Aren't you so sorry that you lied?
A plump, fluffy, orange humanoid creature walks into town. He has a large, fluffy mane and black-and-orange-striped horns. His entire body sparkles like sugar and smells like pumpkin spice and chocolate. He fluffs his apron, causing little butterflies that had stuck to him before to flutter off. He's dressed like your average line cook, minus the classic little hat due to his edgy haircut and horns.
He says something in Deep Speech and the checkered book he is holding flutters open and lands on a blank page, which begins to seemingly write itself in bizarre symbols. He nods, straightens his glasses, and begins to head toward the inn.
Jack watches, a look of confusion painting his features. The wizard jumps down from his spot on top of the taverns roof and pulls out his journal, sketching the creature in it.
The bear-sized creature jumps a bit, startled by the impact that he evidently heard. He doesn't turn quickly, but he's making an effort to. His regular speed is about molasses slow. "H-hello, there."
I'll become your greatest fear (You'll have nothing left to fear) You couldn't stop me if you tried I know you'll be so happy here (I know we'll be so happy here) Aren't you so sorry that you lied?
A plump, fluffy, orange humanoid creature walks into town. He has a large, fluffy mane and black-and-orange-striped horns. His entire body sparkles like sugar and smells like pumpkin spice and chocolate. He fluffs his apron, causing little butterflies that had stuck to him before to flutter off. He's dressed like your average line cook, minus the classic little hat due to his edgy haircut and horns.
He says something in Deep Speech and the checkered book he is holding flutters open and lands on a blank page, which begins to seemingly write itself in bizarre symbols. He nods, straightens his glasses, and begins to head toward the inn.
Jack watches, a look of confusion painting his features. The wizard jumps down from his spot on top of the taverns roof and pulls out his journal, sketching the creature in it.
The bear-sized creature jumps a bit, startled by the impact that he evidently heard. He doesn't turn quickly, but he's making an effort to. His regular speed is about molasses slow. "H-hello, there."
Jack looks up, smiling. "Quite sorry, you looked intriguing so I wished to draw you."
I'll become your greatest fear (You'll have nothing left to fear) You couldn't stop me if you tried I know you'll be so happy here (I know we'll be so happy here) Aren't you so sorry that you lied?
A plump, fluffy, orange humanoid creature walks into town. He has a large, fluffy mane and black-and-orange-striped horns. His entire body sparkles like sugar and smells like pumpkin spice and chocolate. He fluffs his apron, causing little butterflies that had stuck to him before to flutter off. He's dressed like your average line cook, minus the classic little hat due to his edgy haircut and horns.
He says something in Deep Speech and the checkered book he is holding flutters open and lands on a blank page, which begins to seemingly write itself in bizarre symbols. He nods, straightens his glasses, and begins to head toward the inn.
Jack watches, a look of confusion painting his features. The wizard jumps down from his spot on top of the taverns roof and pulls out his journal, sketching the creature in it.
The bear-sized creature jumps a bit, startled by the impact that he evidently heard. He doesn't turn quickly, but he's making an effort to. His regular speed is about molasses slow. "H-hello, there."
Jack looks up, smiling. "Quite sorry, you looked intriguing so I wished to draw you."
"Oh. That makes sense. I draw things that look intriguing too." He opens his book, revealing detailed drawings of plants and animals, along with notes on what they are and how to cook them. None of them appear to be from the material plane, and almost all seem to be incredibly dangerous.
I'll become your greatest fear (You'll have nothing left to fear) You couldn't stop me if you tried I know you'll be so happy here (I know we'll be so happy here) Aren't you so sorry that you lied?
A plump, fluffy, orange humanoid creature walks into town. He has a large, fluffy mane and black-and-orange-striped horns. His entire body sparkles like sugar and smells like pumpkin spice and chocolate. He fluffs his apron, causing little butterflies that had stuck to him before to flutter off. He's dressed like your average line cook, minus the classic little hat due to his edgy haircut and horns.
He says something in Deep Speech and the checkered book he is holding flutters open and lands on a blank page, which begins to seemingly write itself in bizarre symbols. He nods, straightens his glasses, and begins to head toward the inn.
Jack watches, a look of confusion painting his features. The wizard jumps down from his spot on top of the taverns roof and pulls out his journal, sketching the creature in it.
The bear-sized creature jumps a bit, startled by the impact that he evidently heard. He doesn't turn quickly, but he's making an effort to. His regular speed is about molasses slow. "H-hello, there."
Jack looks up, smiling. "Quite sorry, you looked intriguing so I wished to draw you."
"Oh. That makes sense. I draw things that look intriguing too." He opens his book, revealing detailed drawings of plants and animals, along with notes on what they are and how to cook them. None of them appear to be from the material plane, and almost all seem to be incredibly dangerous.
He grins "Fascinating!" He chuckles "Why use them for cooking?"
"Oh. That makes sense. I draw things that look intriguing too." He opens his book, revealing detailed drawings of plants and animals, along with notes on what they are and how to cook them. None of them appear to be from the material plane, and almost all seem to be incredibly dangerous.
He grins "Fascinating!" He chuckles "Why use them for cooking?"
"Because I want to be a great chef one day. If there's an entire new world out there that I haven't explored, at least one thing there has to be delicious, right? So I'm trying the cuisine of the denizens of other planes to see what I can bring back."
"Oh. That makes sense. I draw things that look intriguing too." He opens his book, revealing detailed drawings of plants and animals, along with notes on what they are and how to cook them. None of them appear to be from the material plane, and almost all seem to be incredibly dangerous.
He grins "Fascinating!" He chuckles "Why use them for cooking?"
"Because I want to be a great chef one day. If there's an entire new world out there that I haven't explored, at least one thing there has to be delicious, right? So I'm trying the cuisine of the denizens of other planes to see what I can bring back."
"Hm.. that is a rather humble thing to do, place yourself as a cook and explore as much as the world as you can." He chuckled brightly.
"Oh. That makes sense. I draw things that look intriguing too." He opens his book, revealing detailed drawings of plants and animals, along with notes on what they are and how to cook them. None of them appear to be from the material plane, and almost all seem to be incredibly dangerous.
He grins "Fascinating!" He chuckles "Why use them for cooking?"
"Because I want to be a great chef one day. If there's an entire new world out there that I haven't explored, at least one thing there has to be delicious, right? So I'm trying the cuisine of the denizens of other planes to see what I can bring back."
"Hm.. that is a rather humble thing to do, place yourself as a cook and explore as much as the world as you can." He chuckled brightly.
The beast chuckles back. "It is not below me to do such things. Almost nothing is below me, in fact. I have worked and lived with feral beasts, and dined on worms and muddy water for months at a time. I use the tactics of the denizens of a plane in order to survive it, from emulating demons in the abyss to styling myself after angels and celestial dragons in Bytopia."
"Oh. That makes sense. I draw things that look intriguing too." He opens his book, revealing detailed drawings of plants and animals, along with notes on what they are and how to cook them. None of them appear to be from the material plane, and almost all seem to be incredibly dangerous.
He grins "Fascinating!" He chuckles "Why use them for cooking?"
"Because I want to be a great chef one day. If there's an entire new world out there that I haven't explored, at least one thing there has to be delicious, right? So I'm trying the cuisine of the denizens of other planes to see what I can bring back."
"Hm.. that is a rather humble thing to do, place yourself as a cook and explore as much as the world as you can." He chuckled brightly.
The beast chuckles back. "It is not below me to do such things. Almost nothing is below me, in fact. I have worked and lived with feral beasts, and dined on worms and muddy water for months at a time. I use the tactics of the denizens of a plane in order to survive it, from emulating demons in the abyss to styling myself after angels and celestial dragons in Bytopia."
"A beautiful thing, to try and become what you wish to be." He said before thinking on his words "Forgive me, I have no filter. That was not meant in the way it sounded." He chuckled nervously and tilted his head "I think it is amazing you form yourself after those who are seen as good and made of light, I wish people tried to be that good some days."
The beast chuckles back. "It is not below me to do such things. Almost nothing is below me, in fact. I have worked and lived with feral beasts, and dined on worms and muddy water for months at a time. I use the tactics of the denizens of a plane in order to survive it, from emulating demons in the abyss to styling myself after angels and celestial dragons in Bytopia."
"A beautiful thing, to try and become what you wish to be." He said before thinking on his words "Forgive me, I have no filter. That was not meant in the way it sounded." He chuckled nervously and tilted his head "I think it is amazing you form yourself after those who are seen as good and made of light, I wish people tried to be that good some days."
"It is a peculiar madness of mine. One of the tests of the Maleficurean is to turn a wasteland into a joyous paradise, and then justify it using pure selfishness. That is a simple and shortsighted test. The entire world, in fact, is a depraved mess; a swamp, wet with the slime of cruelty and hopelessness. I want to ignite that swamp with kindness until it shines like a light on a hill for all other worlds to see. Passion, Ambition, and Perseverance are my virtues, and as Humility is not listed there, I will gladly boast about them."
The beast chuckles back. "It is not below me to do such things. Almost nothing is below me, in fact. I have worked and lived with feral beasts, and dined on worms and muddy water for months at a time. I use the tactics of the denizens of a plane in order to survive it, from emulating demons in the abyss to styling myself after angels and celestial dragons in Bytopia."
"A beautiful thing, to try and become what you wish to be." He said before thinking on his words "Forgive me, I have no filter. That was not meant in the way it sounded." He chuckled nervously and tilted his head "I think it is amazing you form yourself after those who are seen as good and made of light, I wish people tried to be that good some days."
"It is a peculiar madness of mine. One of the tests of the Maleficurean is to turn a wasteland into a joyous paradise, and then justify it using pure selfishness. That is a simple and shortsighted test. The entire world, in fact, is a depraved mess; a swamp, wet with the slime of cruelty and hopelessness. I want to ignite that swamp with kindness until it shines like a light on a hill for all other worlds to see. Passion, Ambition, and Perseverance are my virtues, and as Humility is not listed there, I will gladly boast about them."
Jack lifted his goggles and tested them on top of his head "If you do not mind, I would love to hear about it."
"It is a peculiar madness of mine. One of the tests of the Maleficurean is to turn a wasteland into a joyous paradise, and then justify it using pure selfishness. That is a simple and shortsighted test. The entire world, in fact, is a depraved mess; a swamp, wet with the slime of cruelty and hopelessness. I want to ignite that swamp with kindness until it shines like a light on a hill for all other worlds to see. Passion, Ambition, and Perseverance are my virtues, and as Humility is not listed there, I will gladly boast about them."
Jack lifted his goggles and tested them on top of his head "If you do not mind, I would love to hear about it."
A slow chuckle emerges from the blubbery monster's throat. "Of course. Any bits in particular you'd like to hear? I can't tell you about many battles, as my powers are limited in that regard."
"It is a peculiar madness of mine. One of the tests of the Maleficurean is to turn a wasteland into a joyous paradise, and then justify it using pure selfishness. That is a simple and shortsighted test. The entire world, in fact, is a depraved mess; a swamp, wet with the slime of cruelty and hopelessness. I want to ignite that swamp with kindness until it shines like a light on a hill for all other worlds to see. Passion, Ambition, and Perseverance are my virtues, and as Humility is not listed there, I will gladly boast about them."
Jack lifted his goggles and tested them on top of his head "If you do not mind, I would love to hear about it."
A slow chuckle emerges from the blubbery monster's throat. "Of course. Any bits in particular you'd like to hear? I can't tell you about many battles, as my powers are limited in that regard."
Within a flash, he pulls out his journal. It is a small book, black leather covers with yellowed parchment that suggest wear over time and one to many coffee's. A green nibed pen appears in one hand. "This may sound over professional but anything worth sharing would be nice."
"It is a peculiar madness of mine. One of the tests of the Maleficurean is to turn a wasteland into a joyous paradise, and then justify it using pure selfishness. That is a simple and shortsighted test. The entire world, in fact, is a depraved mess; a swamp, wet with the slime of cruelty and hopelessness. I want to ignite that swamp with kindness until it shines like a light on a hill for all other worlds to see. Passion, Ambition, and Perseverance are my virtues, and as Humility is not listed there, I will gladly boast about them."
Jack lifted his goggles and tested them on top of his head "If you do not mind, I would love to hear about it."
A slow chuckle emerges from the blubbery monster's throat. "Of course. Any bits in particular you'd like to hear? I can't tell you about many battles, as my powers are limited in that regard."
Within a flash, he pulls out his journal. It is a small book, black leather covers with yellowed parchment that suggest wear over time and one to many coffee's. A green nibed pen appears in one hand. "This may sound over professional but anything worth sharing would be nice."
"Hmmm... I'm no hero, if that's what you're looking for. I work in small things, and build them up over time. I will mention that I have a connection to the Gourmet Nightmare, like many chefs, but unlike most, the entire contents of my body are from it, including my clothing and my Cookbook of Shadows. I died there, but the will of the Nightmare brought me back. It saw my potential, and it continually sponsors me."
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
"It is a peculiar madness of mine. One of the tests of the Maleficurean is to turn a wasteland into a joyous paradise, and then justify it using pure selfishness. That is a simple and shortsighted test. The entire world, in fact, is a depraved mess; a swamp, wet with the slime of cruelty and hopelessness. I want to ignite that swamp with kindness until it shines like a light on a hill for all other worlds to see. Passion, Ambition, and Perseverance are my virtues, and as Humility is not listed there, I will gladly boast about them."
Jack lifted his goggles and tested them on top of his head "If you do not mind, I would love to hear about it."
A slow chuckle emerges from the blubbery monster's throat. "Of course. Any bits in particular you'd like to hear? I can't tell you about many battles, as my powers are limited in that regard."
Within a flash, he pulls out his journal. It is a small book, black leather covers with yellowed parchment that suggest wear over time and one to many coffee's. A green nibed pen appears in one hand. "This may sound over professional but anything worth sharing would be nice."
"Hmmm... I'm no hero, if that's what you're looking for. I work in small things, and build them up over time. I will mention that I have a connection to the Gourmet Nightmare, like many chefs, but unlike most, the entire contents of my body are from it, including my clothing and my Cookbook of Shadows. I died there, but the will of the Nightmare brought me back. It saw my potential, and it continually sponsors me."
He writes it all down at a horrifying speed, eyes glittering like a child's who just got a present for their birthday. "Amazing! Rebirth tends to be a factor there if something is useful enough." He chirped and grinned.
"Hmmm... I'm no hero, if that's what you're looking for. I work in small things, and build them up over time. I will mention that I have a connection to the Gourmet Nightmare, like many chefs, but unlike most, the entire contents of my body are from it, including my clothing and my Cookbook of Shadows. I died there, but the will of the Nightmare brought me back. It saw my potential, and it continually sponsors me."
He writes it all down at a horrifying speed, eyes glittering like a child's who just got a present for their birthday. "Amazing! Rebirth tends to be a factor there if something is useful enough." He chirped and grinned.
"As the Nightmare tells me. It thinks of me as a worthy chef. It chose me. It might be my madness that drew its thousand eyes. My... virtues, as I extolled previously. Passion, Ambition, and Perseverance lead to a feverish workflow and an obsession with improvement. It sees me as the one who is willing to make the atom bomb on the way to the electric lightbulb, and it is more than happy to indulge me. Of course, I'm being metaphorical here. WMDs are not my forte."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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I'll become your greatest fear
(You'll have nothing left to fear)
You couldn't stop me if you tried
I know you'll be so happy here
(I know we'll be so happy here)
Aren't you so sorry that you lied?
A plump, fluffy, orange humanoid creature walks into town. He has a large, fluffy mane and black-and-orange-striped horns. His entire body sparkles like sugar and smells like pumpkin spice and chocolate. He fluffs his apron, causing little butterflies that had stuck to him before to flutter off. He's dressed like your average line cook, minus the classic little hat due to his edgy haircut and horns.
He says something in Deep Speech and the checkered book he is holding flutters open and lands on a blank page, which begins to seemingly write itself in bizarre symbols. He nods, straightens his glasses, and begins to head toward the inn.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Jack watches, a look of confusion painting his features. The wizard jumps down from his spot on top of the taverns roof and pulls out his journal, sketching the creature in it.
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
The bear-sized creature jumps a bit, startled by the impact that he evidently heard. He doesn't turn quickly, but he's making an effort to. His regular speed is about molasses slow. "H-hello, there."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Jack looks up, smiling. "Quite sorry, you looked intriguing so I wished to draw you."
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
"Oh. That makes sense. I draw things that look intriguing too." He opens his book, revealing detailed drawings of plants and animals, along with notes on what they are and how to cook them. None of them appear to be from the material plane, and almost all seem to be incredibly dangerous.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He grins "Fascinating!" He chuckles "Why use them for cooking?"
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
"Because I want to be a great chef one day. If there's an entire new world out there that I haven't explored, at least one thing there has to be delicious, right? So I'm trying the cuisine of the denizens of other planes to see what I can bring back."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Hm.. that is a rather humble thing to do, place yourself as a cook and explore as much as the world as you can." He chuckled brightly.
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
The patchwork scarecrow is sitting on a bench. He doesn't seem to be moving and his sackcloth head is held low.
The beast chuckles back. "It is not below me to do such things. Almost nothing is below me, in fact. I have worked and lived with feral beasts, and dined on worms and muddy water for months at a time. I use the tactics of the denizens of a plane in order to survive it, from emulating demons in the abyss to styling myself after angels and celestial dragons in Bytopia."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"A beautiful thing, to try and become what you wish to be." He said before thinking on his words "Forgive me, I have no filter. That was not meant in the way it sounded." He chuckled nervously and tilted his head "I think it is amazing you form yourself after those who are seen as good and made of light, I wish people tried to be that good some days."
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
"It is a peculiar madness of mine. One of the tests of the Maleficurean is to turn a wasteland into a joyous paradise, and then justify it using pure selfishness. That is a simple and shortsighted test. The entire world, in fact, is a depraved mess; a swamp, wet with the slime of cruelty and hopelessness. I want to ignite that swamp with kindness until it shines like a light on a hill for all other worlds to see. Passion, Ambition, and Perseverance are my virtues, and as Humility is not listed there, I will gladly boast about them."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Jack lifted his goggles and tested them on top of his head "If you do not mind, I would love to hear about it."
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
A slow chuckle emerges from the blubbery monster's throat. "Of course. Any bits in particular you'd like to hear? I can't tell you about many battles, as my powers are limited in that regard."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Within a flash, he pulls out his journal. It is a small book, black leather covers with yellowed parchment that suggest wear over time and one to many coffee's. A green nibed pen appears in one hand. "This may sound over professional but anything worth sharing would be nice."
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
"Hmmm... I'm no hero, if that's what you're looking for. I work in small things, and build them up over time. I will mention that I have a connection to the Gourmet Nightmare, like many chefs, but unlike most, the entire contents of my body are from it, including my clothing and my Cookbook of Shadows. I died there, but the will of the Nightmare brought me back. It saw my potential, and it continually sponsors me."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
He writes it all down at a horrifying speed, eyes glittering like a child's who just got a present for their birthday. "Amazing! Rebirth tends to be a factor there if something is useful enough." He chirped and grinned.
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
(evening)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
"As the Nightmare tells me. It thinks of me as a worthy chef. It chose me. It might be my madness that drew its thousand eyes. My... virtues, as I extolled previously. Passion, Ambition, and Perseverance lead to a feverish workflow and an obsession with improvement. It sees me as the one who is willing to make the atom bomb on the way to the electric lightbulb, and it is more than happy to indulge me. Of course, I'm being metaphorical here. WMDs are not my forte."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels