*I HAVE DONE NOTHING BUT PLAY SUBNAUTICA FOR THREE DAYS.*
*ooooo, I should play subnautica again*
(I started a Below Zero playthrough and never went back to it)
*below zero looks fun, but ive only played the og one, since it's what I own*
(the one I own is below zero. probably won't be returning to it anytime soon)
*not a fan of it?*
(I have about a half dozen other games to complete first)
*Fair point, I've got a few games to complete, but I haven't bought something new in years*
(I just got a few new ones during the summer sale plus some fallout 4 mods)
*I still need to finish fallout 4 lol, I've had a long break from it and it could be fun to continue*
(I'm in Act 2 of Fallout London currently and there's a demo for Vault 13 coming out tomorrow)
*oooo, fun!*
(That + school will probably take up most of my free time for now)
*aw, that's unfortunate. I forget school starts soon*
(Mine started yesterday. No idea if I'll be able to do anything on here outside of weekends and after school)
*that's fair, hopefully it won't be too busy*
(I hope so as well)
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
(The three that are of interest to me are Intro to Engineering, Social Studies, and Photography)
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
A manor can be seen in the distance from the Lord's Rest Inn, compelling you towards it, and you suddenly hear a voice in your head, no matter who you are, and you recognize their name as the Ancestor.
"Ruin has come to our family. You remember our venerable house, opulent and imperial. Gazing proudly from its stoic perch above the moor. I lived all my years in that ancient rumor-shadowed manor, fattened by decadence and luxury, and yet I begin to tire of conventional extravagance. Singular unsettling tales suggested the mansion itself was a gateway to some unnameable power. With relic and ritual I bent every effort toward excavation and recovery of those long-buried secrets, exhausting what remained of our family fortune on swarthy workmen and sturdy shovels. At last, in the salt soaked crags beneath the lowest foundation, we unearthed that damnable portal of antediluvian evil. Our every step unsettled the ancient earth, but we were in a realm of death and madness. In the end, I alone fled laughing and wailing through those blackened arcades of antiquity, until consciousness failed me. You remember our house, opulent and imperial. It is a festering abomination! I beg you, return home! Claim your birthright! And deliver our family from the ravenous, clutching shadows.. from the Darkest Dungeons." *I'm not going to claim I made this. It's from a game call Darkest Dungeon, please play the game.*
Suddenly a fully armored knight covered in blood stumbled into the Inn, collapsing to the ground, blood leaking from the inside of the armor, a immense amount of it. To the point where this person is barely alive at all.
*Any takers? Trying to do something I think is pretty cool.*
Mauric runs over to the knight. "Oh [gp]! I'm gonna have to clean all of that blood!" He kneels beside the knight and casts cure wounds in a second-level spell slot, healing 9 hit points.
A lot of blood still leaks from the armor as the person within groan is a tired gravelly voice "Where is the healer? That useless occultist could never heal anyone." He tries to get up but collapses back to the ground with a thud.
"What healer?"
“Oh yeah, he’s [gp]ing dead. Although with the rest.” He chuckles “[gp] deserved it.”
"Okay... will you be staying the night then?"
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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.
A manor can be seen in the distance from the Lord's Rest Inn, compelling you towards it, and you suddenly hear a voice in your head, no matter who you are, and you recognize their name as the Ancestor.
"Ruin has come to our family. You remember our venerable house, opulent and imperial. Gazing proudly from its stoic perch above the moor. I lived all my years in that ancient rumor-shadowed manor, fattened by decadence and luxury, and yet I begin to tire of conventional extravagance. Singular unsettling tales suggested the mansion itself was a gateway to some unnameable power. With relic and ritual I bent every effort toward excavation and recovery of those long-buried secrets, exhausting what remained of our family fortune on swarthy workmen and sturdy shovels. At last, in the salt soaked crags beneath the lowest foundation, we unearthed that damnable portal of antediluvian evil. Our every step unsettled the ancient earth, but we were in a realm of death and madness. In the end, I alone fled laughing and wailing through those blackened arcades of antiquity, until consciousness failed me. You remember our house, opulent and imperial. It is a festering abomination! I beg you, return home! Claim your birthright! And deliver our family from the ravenous, clutching shadows.. from the Darkest Dungeons." *I'm not going to claim I made this. It's from a game call Darkest Dungeon, please play the game.*
Suddenly a fully armored knight covered in blood stumbled into the Inn, collapsing to the ground, blood leaking from the inside of the armor, a immense amount of it. To the point where this person is barely alive at all.
*Any takers? Trying to do something I think is pretty cool.*
Mauric runs over to the knight. "Oh [gp]! I'm gonna have to clean all of that blood!" He kneels beside the knight and casts cure wounds in a second-level spell slot, healing 9 hit points.
A lot of blood still leaks from the armor as the person within groan is a tired gravelly voice "Where is the healer? That useless occultist could never heal anyone." He tries to get up but collapses back to the ground with a thud.
"What healer?"
“Oh yeah, he’s [gp]ing dead. Although with the rest.” He chuckles “[gp] deserved it.”
"Okay... will you be staying the night then?"
“Sure.” He sticks his sword into the ground and helps himself up “Could someone get me to stop bleeding? Because everything is going dark again.”
*With Dungeons and Dragons, there isn't always the chance that you survive your quest. Sometimes you die from your party stabbing you in the back of because you weren't prepared enough.
Well what if when your character was dying and suddenly they see a figure watching them. Their last moment are suddenly filled with fear and dread as something else comes to sniff out their soon to be corpse. But instead of killing you, it brings you back to life. From there on, only you can see this creature. Sometimes it watches you from a window at night or under your bed or from the slats in your closet but it never harms you.*
A manor can be seen in the distance from the Lord's Rest Inn, compelling you towards it, and you suddenly hear a voice in your head, no matter who you are, and you recognize their name as the Ancestor.
"Ruin has come to our family. You remember our venerable house, opulent and imperial. Gazing proudly from its stoic perch above the moor. I lived all my years in that ancient rumor-shadowed manor, fattened by decadence and luxury, and yet I begin to tire of conventional extravagance. Singular unsettling tales suggested the mansion itself was a gateway to some unnameable power. With relic and ritual I bent every effort toward excavation and recovery of those long-buried secrets, exhausting what remained of our family fortune on swarthy workmen and sturdy shovels. At last, in the salt soaked crags beneath the lowest foundation, we unearthed that damnable portal of antediluvian evil. Our every step unsettled the ancient earth, but we were in a realm of death and madness. In the end, I alone fled laughing and wailing through those blackened arcades of antiquity, until consciousness failed me. You remember our house, opulent and imperial. It is a festering abomination! I beg you, return home! Claim your birthright! And deliver our family from the ravenous, clutching shadows.. from the Darkest Dungeons." *I'm not going to claim I made this. It's from a game call Darkest Dungeon, please play the game.*
Suddenly a fully armored knight covered in blood stumbled into the Inn, collapsing to the ground, blood leaking from the inside of the armor, a immense amount of it. To the point where this person is barely alive at all.
*Any takers? Trying to do something I think is pretty cool.*
Mauric runs over to the knight. "Oh [gp]! I'm gonna have to clean all of that blood!" He kneels beside the knight and casts cure wounds in a second-level spell slot, healing 9 hit points.
A lot of blood still leaks from the armor as the person within groan is a tired gravelly voice "Where is the healer? That useless occultist could never heal anyone." He tries to get up but collapses back to the ground with a thud.
"What healer?"
“Oh yeah, he’s [gp]ing dead. Although with the rest.” He chuckles “[gp] deserved it.”
"Okay... will you be staying the night then?"
“Sure.” He sticks his sword into the ground and helps himself up “Could someone get me to stop bleeding? Because everything is going dark again.”
Mauric shrugs. “I’m not a medic. I can look for someone who can help though.”
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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.
Mauric shrugs. “I’m not a medic. I can look for someone who can help though.”
"If you aren't a medic get someone who is, or do you want to clean up a corpse?" He says before muttering something under his breath and resting in a nearby chair.
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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.
*With Dungeons and Dragons, there isn't always the chance that you survive your quest. Sometimes you die from your party stabbing you in the back of because you weren't prepared enough.
Well what if when your character was dying and suddenly they see a figure watching them. Their last moment are suddenly filled with fear and dread as something else comes to sniff out their soon to be corpse. But instead of killing you, it brings you back to life. From there on, only you can see this creature. Sometimes it watches you from a window at night or under your bed or from the slats in your closet but it never harms you.*
Mauric shrugs. “I’m not a medic. I can look for someone who can help though.”
"If you aren't a medic get someone who is, or do you want to clean up a corpse?" He says before muttering something under his breath and resting in a nearby chair.
“I can imagine body disposal wouldn’t be super difficult.” He ponders, before heading outside to find someone to stitch up the wounds.
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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.
Mauric shrugs. “I’m not a medic. I can look for someone who can help though.”
"If you aren't a medic get someone who is, or do you want to clean up a corpse?" He says before muttering something under his breath and resting in a nearby chair.
“I can imagine body disposal wouldn’t be super difficult.” He ponders, before heading outside to find someone to stitch up the wounds.
"It's harder than you think." He rests in the chair, coughing up blood occasionally.
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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.
*With Dungeons and Dragons, there isn't always the chance that you survive your quest. Sometimes you die from your party stabbing you in the back of because you weren't prepared enough.
Well what if when your character was dying and suddenly they see a figure watching them. Their last moment are suddenly filled with fear and dread as something else comes to sniff out their soon to be corpse. But instead of killing you, it brings you back to life. From there on, only you can see this creature. Sometimes it watches you from a window at night or under your bed or from the slats in your closet but it never harms you.*
*ah, my sleep paralysis demon*
*XD. I saw it as a parasite. When the creature is born, it needs a host to keep on living but that host has to have the right conditions: A lot of blood loss, barely conscious. So it melds itself to the host and lives with them but only they can see it.*
*that's fair, hopefully it won't be too busy*
(I hope so as well)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*cut for luna*
*so what classes are you planning on?*
(The three that are of interest to me are Intro to Engineering, Social Studies, and Photography)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*oooo, those sound fun*
(brb)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
"Loriche va Bential, pleased to meet you!" She presumably smiles at him under the helmet.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Okay... will you be staying the night then?"
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Sure.” He sticks his sword into the ground and helps himself up “Could someone get me to stop bleeding? Because everything is going dark again.”
"A lovely name. So you are a blacksmith?"
*With Dungeons and Dragons, there isn't always the chance that you survive your quest. Sometimes you die from your party stabbing you in the back of because you weren't prepared enough.
Well what if when your character was dying and suddenly they see a figure watching them. Their last moment are suddenly filled with fear and dread as something else comes to sniff out their soon to be corpse. But instead of killing you, it brings you back to life. From there on, only you can see this creature. Sometimes it watches you from a window at night or under your bed or from the slats in your closet but it never harms 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
Mauric shrugs. “I’m not a medic. I can look for someone who can help though.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"If you aren't a medic get someone who is, or do you want to clean up a corpse?" He says before muttering something under his breath and resting in a nearby chair.
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
“I’m just a metalsmith. Other metals aside from iron and steel make for good mediums too.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*ah, my sleep paralysis demon*
“I can imagine body disposal wouldn’t be super difficult.” He ponders, before heading outside to find someone to stitch up the wounds.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"It's harder than you think." He rests in the chair, coughing up blood occasionally.
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
*XD. I saw it as a parasite. When the creature is born, it needs a host to keep on living but that host has to have the right conditions: A lot of blood loss, barely conscious. So it melds itself to the host and lives with them but only they can see 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
"I see, sounds like an interesting profession" He nods,
“It sure is!” She lifts the finished blade into the light. “Just look at that hamon! Beautiful!”
*for once, not a jojo reference*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.