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
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
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
*CAUSE I'M THE ROLEPLAYING BOOGEYMAN, EVEN THOUGH I DON'T PLAY FAIR*
*Oh dear-*
*Also, I have a character I think you would like.*
*Awesome*
*I've been working on the Egregore today, and I'm pretty happy with his redesign. It's simple, but that's okay.*
*I've also worked more on his personality and backstory.*
*ooooh!*
Donn is curled up outside, in a tree, like cat. His tail flicks lazily while he dozes.
In the deep of the forest, the smell of gumbo fills the air. A bipedal crocodile sits on a rock chair that ever looks a bog with large luminous flora samples that spread glowing pollen through the air. A pot over a fire is the source of the smell, bubbling quietly as the crocodile hummus happily. Little baby gators run around, playing tag with each other.
*I've been working on the Egregore today, and I'm pretty happy with his redesign. It's simple, but that's okay.*
*I've also worked more on his personality and backstory.*
*ooooh!*
Donn is curled up outside, in a tree, like cat. His tail flicks lazily while he dozes.
In the deep of the forest, the smell of gumbo fills the air. A bipedal crocodile sits on a rock chair that ever looks a bog with large luminous flora samples that spread glowing pollen through the air. A pot over a fire is the source of the smell, bubbling quietly as the crocodile hums happily. Little baby gators run around, playing tag with each other.
*G A Y T O R* *Okay, not really, but close*
A 7-foot-tall man in a suit and a pig mask approaches the smell. Upon closer inspection, the mask is the entire skin off the head of a pig, cured into leather. It even has stitches on top to indicate that this pig in particular was from a farm and killed for meat. The mouth and eyes are wide open, giving it a mournful look. As he gets close he takes his hands out of his pockets, revealing them to be soft, empty, and pitch black as he spreads his arms wide as though to embrace the world. He smells strongly of cinnamon incense and maple wood smoke.
*I've been working on the Egregore today, and I'm pretty happy with his redesign. It's simple, but that's okay.*
*I've also worked more on his personality and backstory.*
*ooooh!*
Donn is curled up outside, in a tree, like cat. His tail flicks lazily while he dozes.
In the deep of the forest, the smell of gumbo fills the air. A bipedal crocodile sits on a rock chair that ever looks a bog with large luminous flora samples that spread glowing pollen through the air. A pot over a fire is the source of the smell, bubbling quietly as the crocodile hums happily. Little baby gators run around, playing tag with each other.
*G A Y T O R* *Okay, not really, but close*
A 7-foot-tall man in a suit and a pig mask approaches the smell. Upon closer inspection, the mask is the entire skin off the head of a pig, cured into leather. It even has stitches on top to indicate that this pig in particular was from a farm and killed for meat. The mouth and eyes are wide open, giving it a mournful look. As he gets close he takes his hands out of his pockets, revealing them to be soft, empty, and pitch black as he spreads his arms wide as though to embrace the world. He smells strongly of cinnamon incense and maple wood smoke.
The little gators looks up and giggles, wandering over. The bipedal gator narrows their eyes and stands up, picking up a cane made of maple wood and hobbles over. "What can I do fer ya?"
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 7-foot-tall man in a suit and a pig mask approaches the smell. Upon closer inspection, the mask is the entire skin off the head of a pig, cured into leather. It even has stitches on top to indicate that this pig in particular was from a farm and killed for meat. The mouth and eyes are wide open, giving it a mournful look. As he gets close he takes his hands out of his pockets, revealing them to be soft, empty, and pitch black as he spreads his arms wide as though to embrace the world. He smells strongly of cinnamon incense and maple wood smoke.
The little gators look up and giggle, wandering over. The bipedal gator narrows their eyes and stands up, picking up a cane made of maple wood and hobbles over. "What can I do fer ya?"
The man lowers his gaze from the sky. He stuffs his hands back in his pockets. "You're all so beautiful. I just wanted to see you up close. Is there anything I can do for you?"
(Why am I so tired today -v- )
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
*Welcome to adulting.*
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's probably because of school starting lol)
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
*adult ingredients is hell :D*
*Also good morning you amazing gobbers* *My gay depression has reached a maximum and as such I shall intro like... maybe two characters soon. Maybe*
Tycho is out exploring the woods, humming as he walks through the trees
Sebastion is sat on a curb, eating a sandwhich he bought with the gold he was given
(I'll intro in a few)
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
(ouch)
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
*meant to say adulting, but that works too*
(lol)
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
*Pizza*
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
*WOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAH*
*THE SOUND OF THE DICE IS LIKE MUSIC IN THE AIR,*
*CAUSE I'M THE ROLEPLAYING BOOGEYMAN, EVEN THOUGH I DON'T PLAY FAIR*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Oh dear-*
*Also, I have a character I think you would like.*
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
*Awesome*
*I've been working on the Egregore today, and I'm pretty happy with his redesign. It's simple, but that's okay.*
*I've also worked more on his personality and backstory.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*ooooh!*
Donn is curled up outside, in a tree, like cat. His tail flicks lazily while he dozes.
In the deep of the forest, the smell of gumbo fills the air. A bipedal crocodile sits on a rock chair that ever looks a bog with large luminous flora samples that spread glowing pollen through the air. A pot over a fire is the source of the smell, bubbling quietly as the crocodile hummus happily. Little baby gators run around, playing tag with each other.
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
*G A Y T O R*
*Okay, not really, but close*
A 7-foot-tall man in a suit and a pig mask approaches the smell. Upon closer inspection, the mask is the entire skin off the head of a pig, cured into leather. It even has stitches on top to indicate that this pig in particular was from a farm and killed for meat. The mouth and eyes are wide open, giving it a mournful look. As he gets close he takes his hands out of his pockets, revealing them to be soft, empty, and pitch black as he spreads his arms wide as though to embrace the world. He smells strongly of cinnamon incense and maple wood smoke.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The little gators looks up and giggles, wandering over. The bipedal gator narrows their eyes and stands up, picking up a cane made of maple wood and hobbles over. "What can I do fer ya?"
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 am dying :D)
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 man lowers his gaze from the sky. He stuffs his hands back in his pockets. "You're all so beautiful. I just wanted to see you up close. Is there anything I can do for you?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Oh no*
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
*🎃this is Halloween, this is Halloween, Halloween, Halloween!🎃 *