*I'm getting back to my COD roots. A friend and me have been playing it today for a good 8 hours with breaks in between. We went to get Phó. I am happy to get this little break today.*
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.
The scarecrow is walking around outside of the town. A thick swarm of crows clots the air above him with black feathers and harsh caws.
*Hmm.*
Luci 'watches' quietly from the shop, amazed.
*What’s up?*
The ragged, thin figure approaches an apple tree. Black button eyes survey the lone tree heavy with fruit and then it raises a crooked arm and points with a hay filled, gloved finger at it. The crows descend upon the tree with startling ferocity, its limbs shake and tremble under the murderous onslaught. The apples are devoured greedily but the crows don’t stop there. They tear apart the bark to eat the wood lice, beetles, and worms living in the wood. A family of sparrows are added to the feast and the eggs are eaten right in the nest. The branches break under the weight of the ravenous birds and the leaves are torn and shredded under their wings and beaks. The trees ravaging lasts only a few moments, but it is left in ruins at the end.
She tilts her head as Ede walks up to the window behind her. He tilts his head "Huh.. that's funky.." he says and chuckled.
The scarecrow turns his sackcloth face towards you and his stitches lips curl up in a crooked smile. He staggers over towards your direction with jerking movements and the crows continue to whirl about him, shadows given wings and beaks. Several of them slam with sickening thuds against the windows and crumple to the ground.
*Sorry, I’m traveling through the backwoods mountains and my internet is spotty.*
"Fee-fi-fo-fum, better run and hide, because I smell the blood of a petty little coward. Jack, be lethal, Jack, be slick. Jill will leave you lonely, dying in a filthy ditch.."
Smoke fills the air, poisoning the lungs of the righteous and good. A small army marches into town, taking houses and shops with little care for who oppose them. Nightmares whinny and paw at the ground, enjoying the carnage and fire.
A man stands on the hill, two of his men besides him. He is tall for a humanoid, standing around 6'9 almost 7 foot. He smells like cyanide and brimstone. He is muscular and lithe at the same time, a deadly combination. He wears a black outlaw duster over his muscular frame. He wears no shirt underneath that, baring his chest to the world. The skin of his chest is burned and scared beyond healing, baring the brand of a pentagram that glows slightly. His dusty brown breeches are marred by coal dust and burns. His boots are planted firmly in the ground. At his hip, a revolver and pistol sit in their holsters, giving off a horrible aura to anyone who comes close. A sword is in its sheath, strapped around his back. He wears a mask, simple black cloth, with a red upside down star on the front.
His advisors wears thick black clothing, rings of black eye paint around their multiple eyes. They carry guns and swords at their sides as well but none of them look as well crafted.
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.
Hello, dear friend. Care for a delicious Ortolan Bunting on this fine day?
What do Ortolan Buntings taste like
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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.
*The birds are caught with nets set during their autumn migratory flight to Africa. They are then kept in covered cages or boxes. The birds react to the dark by gorging themselves on grain, usually millet seed, until they double their bulk. The birds are then thrown into a container of Armagnac, which both drowns and marinates the birds.*
*The bird is roasted for eight minutes and then plucked. The consumer then places the bird's feet first into their mouth while holding onto the bird's head. The ortolan is then eaten whole, with or without the head, and the consumer spits out the larger bones. The traditional way French gourmands eat ortolans is to cover their heads and faces with a large napkin or towel while consuming the bird. The purpose of the towel is debated. Some claim it is to retain the maximum aroma with the flavor as they consume the entire bird at once, others have stated "Tradition dictates that this is to shield – from God’s eyes – the shame of such a decadent and disgraceful act."*
*Are these birds really small or could frenchmen unhinge their jaws on command?*
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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.
*I do so enjoy 7 at night call with my mom. Love that I can hear her wanting to criticize my every actions.*
*I might've punched a wall..*
*Does she just…WANT to bother you? She went out of her way to call you just so she could criticize you…*
*Hi Honey*
*Hey Mom*
*You suck*
(Here’s what you should have said)
*F*** you*
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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
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*I'm getting back to my COD roots. A friend and me have been playing it today for a good 8 hours with breaks in between. We went to get Phó. I am happy to get this little break today.*
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
(Yos. I got my jeans wet right before we left…*
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
*I just got an random boost of motivation to bring back The Brand..*
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
*Neat!Is he still going to have the ability to summon multiple devils as a single action, including pit fiends?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The scarecrow turns his sackcloth face towards you and his stitches lips curl up in a crooked smile. He staggers over towards your direction with jerking movements and the crows continue to whirl about him, shadows given wings and beaks. Several of them slam with sickening thuds against the windows and crumple to the ground.
*Sorry, I’m traveling through the backwoods mountains and my internet is spotty.*
*hi*
*No. I'm deciding to make an actual page for him this time.*
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
"Fee-fi-fo-fum, better run and hide, because I smell the blood of a petty little coward. Jack, be lethal, Jack, be slick. Jill will leave you lonely, dying in a filthy ditch.."
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Smoke fills the air, poisoning the lungs of the righteous and good. A small army marches into town, taking houses and shops with little care for who oppose them. Nightmares whinny and paw at the ground, enjoying the carnage and fire.
A man stands on the hill, two of his men besides him. He is tall for a humanoid, standing around 6'9 almost 7 foot. He smells like cyanide and brimstone. He is muscular and lithe at the same time, a deadly combination. He wears a black outlaw duster over his muscular frame. He wears no shirt underneath that, baring his chest to the world. The skin of his chest is burned and scared beyond healing, baring the brand of a pentagram that glows slightly. His dusty brown breeches are marred by coal dust and burns. His boots are planted firmly in the ground. At his hip, a revolver and pistol sit in their holsters, giving off a horrible aura to anyone who comes close. A sword is in its sheath, strapped around his back. He wears a mask, simple black cloth, with a red upside down star on the front.
His advisors wears thick black clothing, rings of black eye paint around their multiple eyes. They carry guns and swords at their sides as well but none of them look as well crafted.
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
*WENDIGO WE NEED YOU ON AFTERGLOWWWWWWWW*
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
*Hello, dear friend. Care for a delicious Ortolan Bunting on this fine day?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
What do Ortolan Buntings taste like
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
*Baalz! Yes*
*The birds are caught with nets set during their autumn migratory flight to Africa. They are then kept in covered cages or boxes. The birds react to the dark by gorging themselves on grain, usually millet seed, until they double their bulk. The birds are then thrown into a container of Armagnac, which both drowns and marinates the birds.*
*The bird is roasted for eight minutes and then plucked. The consumer then places the bird's feet first into their mouth while holding onto the bird's head. The ortolan is then eaten whole, with or without the head, and the consumer spits out the larger bones. The traditional way French gourmands eat ortolans is to cover their heads and faces with a large napkin or towel while consuming the bird. The purpose of the towel is debated. Some claim it is to retain the maximum aroma with the flavor as they consume the entire bird at once, others have stated "Tradition dictates that this is to shield – from God’s eyes – the shame of such a decadent and disgraceful act."*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*For additional reading, look up "Animal Welfare," "Animal Rights," and "Cruelty to Animals."*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Are these birds really small or could frenchmen unhinge their jaws on command?*
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
*Yes, I am here. Not sure what character to use though.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Both.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I do so enjoy 7 at night call with my mom. Love that I can hear her wanting to criticize my every actions.*
*I might've punched a wall..*
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
*Your mother seems to be the type of issue to solve with a large rock at this point.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Does she just…WANT to bother you? She went out of her way to call you just so she could criticize you…*
*Hi Honey*
*Hey Mom*
*You suck*
(Here’s what you should have said)
*F*** you*
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