*I have to go to work :( which I don't want to do.*
*i’m sorry dude. want to rp?*
*Sure.*
Stroth is buying new clothes since she can't access her demiplane. She has already bought several new dress shirts, all in black and white, a few vests, a new tie which is decorated with a golden rose pattern, two dresses, one short and one long, and several new jackets. Currently, she is dressed in her favorite outfit by far, a black dress shirt with a yellow sweater over top paired with a long black skirt and a pair of black heels. She has already spent a pretty penny but money is nothing but an object.
William is back in his hometown, laying low for a bit. He is in his parents old house, curled up in bed and feeling like utter (GP).
The Soul Ranchers are up an at em. They have already cleared enough ground that could rival a small country. They are currently getting breakfast at the tavern, chirping to themselves.
Riotan slinks out of a desolate section of wood into town, looking for something interesting to do today.
The Larry is looking into all their information on William that they could scrounge up from censuses and investigations. Investigation: 25
Stroth looks over and grins "Morning!" She says in a singsong voice.
He finds that there is a deed to a house in a town that is a few thousand miles from here
“Oh hi!” He smiles warmly at her. “Fancy seeing you here.”
Having no means of such travel, the Larry looks into any forms of mass transportation in this area.
She chuckles "I'm everywhere.' she shrugs.
Train or carriage looks the best.
“Really? I don’t see any others of you.” He looks around. “Maybe they’re all hiding.”
The Larry stands and heads out to get a ticket.
She barks out a laugh "I think if there were more, the universe would collapse!"
The ride isn't much of anything, just a point to point.
*Hey everyone, how y’all feelin? Finally woke up at a time that isn’t 3:00am.*
*Noice.*
*Happy to hear that, I actually feel like rping today, not just filling the void. How about it?*
*Sure :)*
*Cool, who you want to deal with?*
*Any of them is fine. Honestly, I enjoy all of your characters.*
*Here is who is alive:*
Stroth is buying new clothes since she can't access her demiplane. She has already bought several new dress shirts, all in black and white, a few vests, a new tie which is decorated with a golden rose pattern, two dresses, one short and one long, and several new jackets. Currently, she is dressed in her favorite outfit by far, a black dress shirt with a yellow sweater over top paired with a long black skirt and a pair of black heels. She has already spent a pretty penny but money is nothing but an object.
William is back in his hometown, laying low for a bit. He is in his parents old house, curled up in bed and feeling like utter (GP).
The Soul Ranchers are up an at em. They have already cleared enough ground that could rival a small country. They are currently getting breakfast at the tavern, chirping to themselves.
*I have to go to work :( which I don't want to do.*
*i’m sorry dude. want to rp?*
*Sure.*
Stroth is buying new clothes since she can't access her demiplane. She has already bought several new dress shirts, all in black and white, a few vests, a new tie which is decorated with a golden rose pattern, two dresses, one short and one long, and several new jackets. Currently, she is dressed in her favorite outfit by far, a black dress shirt with a yellow sweater over top paired with a long black skirt and a pair of black heels. She has already spent a pretty penny but money is nothing but an object.
William is back in his hometown, laying low for a bit. He is in his parents old house, curled up in bed and feeling like utter (GP).
The Soul Ranchers are up an at em. They have already cleared enough ground that could rival a small country. They are currently getting breakfast at the tavern, chirping to themselves.
Riotan slinks out of a desolate section of wood into town, looking for something interesting to do today.
The Larry is looking into all their information on William that they could scrounge up from censuses and investigations. Investigation: 25
Stroth looks over and grins "Morning!" She says in a singsong voice.
He finds that there is a deed to a house in a town that is a few thousand miles from here
“Oh hi!” He smiles warmly at her. “Fancy seeing you here.”
Having no means of such travel, the Larry looks into any forms of mass transportation in this area.
She chuckles "I'm everywhere.' she shrugs.
Train or carriage looks the best.
“Really? I don’t see any others of you.” He looks around. “Maybe they’re all hiding.”
The Larry stands and heads out to get a ticket.
She barks out a laugh "I think if there were more, the universe would collapse!"
The ride isn't much of anything, just a point to point.
“Yeah probably. But who knows? Maybe somewhere out there, there’s versions of both of us having this exact same conversation…”
When they finally arrive, the Larry exits and begins searching for this location.
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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.
(Wendigo, can you check your pms when you get a chance?)
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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
*Hey everyone, how y’all feelin? Finally woke up at a time that isn’t 3:00am.*
*Noice.*
*Happy to hear that, I actually feel like rping today, not just filling the void. How about it?*
*Sure :)*
*Cool, who you want to deal with?*
*Any of them is fine. Honestly, I enjoy all of your characters.*
*Here is who is alive:*
Stroth is buying new clothes since she can't access her demiplane. She has already bought several new dress shirts, all in black and white, a few vests, a new tie which is decorated with a golden rose pattern, two dresses, one short and one long, and several new jackets. Currently, she is dressed in her favorite outfit by far, a black dress shirt with a yellow sweater over top paired with a long black skirt and a pair of black heels. She has already spent a pretty penny but money is nothing but an object.
The Soul Ranchers are up an at em. They have already cleared enough ground that could rival a small country. They are currently getting breakfast at the tavern, chirping to themselves.
*Happy to hear all my characters amuse you.* Damian has gotten his clothes changed, and is now wearing a red suit with black accents, each part built perfectly to reflect him in body and mind. His hair and horns have golden looking jewelry dripping from it in the occasional spots, and he’s just playing the lute, trying to calm himself down.
Denji walks into the tavern, smelling of blood and his T shirt is completely stained with it. He orders something to eat, and proceeds to tear through it like a dog.
*Happy to hear all my characters amuse you.* Damian has gotten his clothes changed, and is now wearing a red suit with black accents, each part built perfectly to reflect him in body and mind. His hair and horns have golden looking jewelry dripping from it in the occasional spots, and he’s just playing the lute, trying to calm himself down.
Denji walks into the tavern, smelling of blood and his T shirt is completely stained with it. He orders something to eat, and proceeds to tear through it like a dog.
Stroth looks over for a second, looking disgusted. She then resumes her shopping.
They watch him for a moment then return to their eating.
"I can stop you. But that wouldn't change your outlook. You'd go back to killing the moment you got back up. The only way to really prove to you that you aren't a god would be to kill you. And I don't want to do that."
"Then you're too weak to be a real hero. A real hero would cut the root before it had a chance to choke out any other plants. Either kill me now, or stop trying to persuade me."
"You're vile. You're not seriously thinking killing you is worth my time, are you?" His voice suddenly changes to a deep, drawling Yorkshire accent. He turns, revealing his glowing red eyes. "No. What I'm going to is kill the man you're hunting. The one who killed your daughter. And you'll never know. You'll spend the rest of your life looking, hoping to avenge your daughter, only to die without fulfilling the one task that would ever bring you satisfaction. That. That would be worth my time. Prospero loved you. Believed in you. Gave you all the care in the world like a (GP)ing moron. But you don't want a hero. You want What We Deserve. You want someone who wants to ruin your life. Someone who would have gladly killed your daughter himself just to shut you the (GP) up."
He lunges, grabbing Shredder's throat and slamming him to a nearby tree.
Attack: 57 Damage: 314
"You don't deserve love. If you want something in this world, you gotta eaaaarn it. Be a reeeeal man. You didn't earn Splinter. You didn't earn Karai. So I'm taking them both. I'm going to show you a little trick Prospero has been putting off. Dying alone and afraid."
He is slammed into the tree, the tree practically explodes on contact, his armor warps but does not break, and by such an incredible stretch of the human body, he remains conscious. He silently stands up, and begins to take off all of his armor, leaving only his gi, helm, his bleeding and broken flesh, and his gauntlets. Tears are rolling down his eyes as he looks into theirs "I understand what I deserve, Prospero is a fool for thinking I deserved any better. I have stopped being afraid of dying alone a long time ago. You are not facing a broken warrior, you are facing the Shredder." He britzes forward with strength he shouldn't have, striking with far too many blows to be human at all, something leaking from his hands, the steel claws replaced with bone ones(Damage reduction is halved, Super Shredder's claws). To hit 2923253039332340322426423730352632284034394235 Damage:22+1522+1823+1216+1715+1417+1523+1615+1920+1617+1419+1721+920+1320+1520+1217+1315+918+1221+1515+1915+1516+1315+15, 3 Piercing damage on each
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
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
*More like I have an idea for Pirates. I made them awhile ago but I want them to come back.*
(that sounds like fun)
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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
*Happy to hear all my characters amuse you.* Damian has gotten his clothes changed, and is now wearing a red suit with black accents, each part built perfectly to reflect him in body and mind. His hair and horns have golden looking jewelry dripping from it in the occasional spots, and he’s just playing the lute, trying to calm himself down.
Denji walks into the tavern, smelling of blood and his T shirt is completely stained with it. He orders something to eat, and proceeds to tear through it like a dog.
Stroth looks over for a second, looking disgusted. She then resumes her shopping.
They watch him for a moment then return to their eating.
He eventually calms himself down, before patting himself, looking for something as if he lost it, panic showing back on his face until he feels it in his back pocket. He sighs audibly, before suddenly collapsing limply on the ground, his glows gone, his pulse gone, very dead.
What appears to be a strange round dog with a chainsaw blade in it's forehead eats with him, Denji talks to it as if it can speak back, a very vulgar teenager indeed.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*More like I have an idea for Pirates. I made them awhile ago but I want them to come back.*
(that sounds like fun)
*There was a Wood Elf Captain, a First Mate Goliath, the ship cook who is a Lightfoot Halfling, a former naval officer who turned crewmate, and the ship's cartographer who is a Dwarf in a wheelchair.
*Happy to hear all my characters amuse you.* Damian has gotten his clothes changed, and is now wearing a red suit with black accents, each part built perfectly to reflect him in body and mind. His hair and horns have golden looking jewelry dripping from it in the occasional spots, and he’s just playing the lute, trying to calm himself down.
Denji walks into the tavern, smelling of blood and his T shirt is completely stained with it. He orders something to eat, and proceeds to tear through it like a dog.
Stroth looks over for a second, looking disgusted. She then resumes her shopping.
They watch him for a moment then return to their eating.
He eventually calms himself down, before patting himself, looking for something as if he lost it, panic showing back on his face until he feels it in his back pocket. He sighs audibly, before suddenly collapsing limply on the ground, his glows gone, his pulse gone, very dead.
What appears to be a strange round dog with a chainsaw blade in it's forehead eats with him, Denji talks to it as if it can speak back, a very vulgar teenager indeed.
She walks over, poking him with her cane "Hey... Can I use your body if you're dead?"
They continue eating but their eyes are now on the dog.
*Happy to hear all my characters amuse you.* Damian has gotten his clothes changed, and is now wearing a red suit with black accents, each part built perfectly to reflect him in body and mind. His hair and horns have golden looking jewelry dripping from it in the occasional spots, and he’s just playing the lute, trying to calm himself down.
Denji walks into the tavern, smelling of blood and his T shirt is completely stained with it. He orders something to eat, and proceeds to tear through it like a dog.
Stroth looks over for a second, looking disgusted. She then resumes her shopping.
They watch him for a moment then return to their eating.
He eventually calms himself down, before patting himself, looking for something as if he lost it, panic showing back on his face until he feels it in his back pocket. He sighs audibly, before suddenly collapsing limply on the ground, his glows gone, his pulse gone, very dead.
What appears to be a strange round dog with a chainsaw blade in it's forehead eats with him, Denji talks to it as if it can speak back, a very vulgar teenager indeed.
She walks over, poking him with her cane "Hey... Can I use your body if you're dead?"
They continue eating but their eyes are now on the dog.
Suddenly, as usual, the lights start back up, and he gets up like nothing happened, muttering to himself "That is getting really annoying, maybe I shouldn't have eaten that god heart."
The chainsaw blade in Pochita's head revs, and Denji agrees, they haven't had a good kill in a while.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*The normals.*
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
*Cool, who you want to deal with?*
She barks out a laugh "I think if there were more, the universe would collapse!"
The ride isn't much of anything, just a point to point.
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
*Happy to hear you’re doin good. The sleep was nice.*
*Any of them is fine. Honestly, I enjoy all of your characters.*
*Here is who is alive:*
Stroth is buying new clothes since she can't access her demiplane. She has already bought several new dress shirts, all in black and white, a few vests, a new tie which is decorated with a golden rose pattern, two dresses, one short and one long, and several new jackets. Currently, she is dressed in her favorite outfit by far, a black dress shirt with a yellow sweater over top paired with a long black skirt and a pair of black heels. She has already spent a pretty penny but money is nothing but an object.
William is back in his hometown, laying low for a bit. He is in his parents old house, curled up in bed and feeling like utter (GP).
The Soul Ranchers are up an at em. They have already cleared enough ground that could rival a small country. They are currently getting breakfast at the tavern, chirping to themselves.
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
(Ugh...I don't wanna get outta bed...-~-)
The one who wants to hug quite literally everyone, for no reason whatsoever. Get him to an Asylum.
Just some guy who likes memes and DND!
Some may know me as a particularly goofy vermin if you play a Sonic game where you commit blasts of robo...2...
(online Monday-Friday from 8:00 to 3:00) (Most of the time.)
First ACTUAL RP character as a SHEET!!! He's a foxfolk.
Hewwo! ^w^ You wanna see a surprise? :3
“Yeah probably. But who knows? Maybe somewhere out there, there’s versions of both of us having this exact same conversation…”
When they finally arrive, the Larry exits and begins searching for this location.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
(Wendigo, can you check your pms when you get a chance?)
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
*Happy to hear all my characters amuse you.*
Damian has gotten his clothes changed, and is now wearing a red suit with black accents, each part built perfectly to reflect him in body and mind. His hair and horns have golden looking jewelry dripping from it in the occasional spots, and he’s just playing the lute, trying to calm himself down.
Denji walks into the tavern, smelling of blood and his T shirt is completely stained with it. He orders something to eat, and proceeds to tear through it like a dog.
*Quite sorry, had to take a call.*
"Thats horrible to think about."She grins, clapping her hands.
There is a house, surrounded by forest that appears to be well kept.
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
Stroth looks over for a second, looking disgusted. She then resumes her shopping.
They watch him for a moment then return to their eating.
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 have sillies growing in my brain.*
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
He is slammed into the tree, the tree practically explodes on contact, his armor warps but does not break, and by such an incredible stretch of the human body, he remains conscious. He silently stands up, and begins to take off all of his armor, leaving only his gi, helm, his bleeding and broken flesh, and his gauntlets. Tears are rolling down his eyes as he looks into theirs "I understand what I deserve, Prospero is a fool for thinking I deserved any better. I have stopped being afraid of dying alone a long time ago. You are not facing a broken warrior, you are facing the Shredder." He britzes forward with strength he shouldn't have, striking with far too many blows to be human at all, something leaking from his hands, the steel claws replaced with bone ones(Damage reduction is halved, Super Shredder's claws). To hit 29 23 25 30 39 33 23 40 32 24 26 42 37 30 35 26 32 28 40 34 39 42 35 Damage:22+15 22+18 23+12 16+17 15+14 17+15 23+16 15+19 20+16 17+14 19+17 21+9 20+13 20+15 20+12 17+13 15+9 18+12 21+15 15+19 15+15 16+13 15+15, 3 Piercing damage on each
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
(more than usual?)
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
*More like I have an idea for Pirates. I made them awhile ago but I want them to come back.*
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
(that sounds like fun)
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
He eventually calms himself down, before patting himself, looking for something as if he lost it, panic showing back on his face until he feels it in his back pocket. He sighs audibly, before suddenly collapsing limply on the ground, his glows gone, his pulse gone, very dead.
What appears to be a strange round dog with a chainsaw blade in it's forehead eats with him, Denji talks to it as if it can speak back, a very vulgar teenager indeed.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*There was a Wood Elf Captain, a First Mate Goliath, the ship cook who is a Lightfoot Halfling, a former naval officer who turned crewmate, and the ship's cartographer who is a Dwarf in a wheelchair.
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
She walks over, poking him with her cane "Hey... Can I use your body if you're dead?"
They continue eating but their eyes are now on the dog.
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
Suddenly, as usual, the lights start back up, and he gets up like nothing happened, muttering to himself "That is getting really annoying, maybe I shouldn't have eaten that god heart."
The chainsaw blade in Pochita's head revs, and Denji agrees, they haven't had a good kill in a while.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)