The still unnamed air genasi, who was with E, saw E disappear (teleport), and starts searching for them in a panic, as E is the only one who has talked with him. Eventually he finds him back in the attic, as he can practically explore any physical place.
<open>
A skeleton in black armor is attempting to extricate himself from a grave.
*oh shoot, I guess Rani would notice that :)*
Rani's eyes, which were closed, snap open at the sounds of the skeleton, and he looks over. "Hello! Pretty boring down there, isn't it? Want help?"
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
The still unnamed air genasi, who was with E, saw E disappear (teleport), and starts searching for them in a panic, as E is the only one who has talked with him. Eventually he finds him back in the attic, as he can practically explore any physical place.
<open>
A skeleton in black armor is attempting to extricate himself from a grave.
*oh shoot, I guess Rani would notice that :)*
Rani's eyes, which were closed, snap open at the sounds of the skeleton, and he looks over. "Hello! Pretty boring down there, isn't it? Want help?"
The skeleton's voice is breathless and whispery. "Yes."
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
A 5'8" human women is walking towards the tavern. She has slightly tanned skin, with large brown eyes framed with a pair of glasses. Her black hair is around shoulder length in a braid, and she looks to be in her 20s. She wears a labcoat with a breast pocket, a yellow sweater underneath the labcoat, and a pair of black pants. A patch on one shoulder reads 'Rotford Asylum for the Mentally, Physically, and Emotionally Deficient.' with a badge she's wearing reading 'Dr. Catherine of RAMPED pychological division'. At her waist, clipped to her belt, is a stun baton/taser
August slowly turns his head with an audible cracking.
When she spots him she smiles, though its hard to tell if its warm or threatening
He tilts his head, expressionless as he was before. He waits inside the inn.
The still unnamed air genasi, who was with E, saw E disappear (teleport), and starts searching for them in a panic, as E is the only one who has talked with him. Eventually he finds him back in the attic, as he can practically explore any physical place.
<open>
A skeleton in black armor is attempting to extricate himself from a grave.
*oh shoot, I guess Rani would notice that :)*
Rani's eyes, which were closed, snap open at the sounds of the skeleton, and he looks over. "Hello! Pretty boring down there, isn't it? Want help?"
The skeleton's voice is breathless and whispery. "Yes."
"Sounds good." He jogs over, pushes some dirt out of the way, grabs the skeleton, and pulls up.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
A 5'8" human women is walking towards the tavern. She has slightly tanned skin, with large brown eyes framed with a pair of glasses. Her black hair is around shoulder length in a braid, and she looks to be in her 20s. She wears a labcoat with a breast pocket, a yellow sweater underneath the labcoat, and a pair of black pants. A patch on one shoulder reads 'Rotford Asylum for the Mentally, Physically, and Emotionally Deficient.' with a badge she's wearing reading 'Dr. Catherine of RAMPED pychological division'. At her waist, clipped to her belt, is a stun baton/taser
August slowly turns his head with an audible cracking.
When she spots him she smiles, though its hard to tell if its warm or threatening
He tilts his head, expressionless as he was before. He waits inside the inn.
She enters the tavern hersel after a few minutes
"You." He mouths.
"Yes me." She says, "I would most appreciate it if you were to return with me to your stay at our hospital. Its for your own good and for the safety of those around you."
The still unnamed air genasi, who was with E, saw E disappear (teleport), and starts searching for them in a panic, as E is the only one who has talked with him. Eventually he finds him back in the attic, as he can practically explore any physical place.
<open>
A skeleton in black armor is attempting to extricate himself from a grave.
*oh shoot, I guess Rani would notice that :)*
Rani's eyes, which were closed, snap open at the sounds of the skeleton, and he looks over. "Hello! Pretty boring down there, isn't it? Want help?"
The skeleton's voice is breathless and whispery. "Yes."
"Sounds good." He jogs over, pushes some dirt out of the way, grabs the skeleton, and pulls up.
*Sorry! I have to go. I'll try to remember this tomorrow.*
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
A 5'8" human women is walking towards the tavern. She has slightly tanned skin, with large brown eyes framed with a pair of glasses. Her black hair is around shoulder length in a braid, and she looks to be in her 20s. She wears a labcoat with a breast pocket, a yellow sweater underneath the labcoat, and a pair of black pants. A patch on one shoulder reads 'Rotford Asylum for the Mentally, Physically, and Emotionally Deficient.' with a badge she's wearing reading 'Dr. Catherine of RAMPED pychological division'. At her waist, clipped to her belt, is a stun baton/taser
August slowly turns his head with an audible cracking.
When she spots him she smiles, though its hard to tell if its warm or threatening
He tilts his head, expressionless as he was before. He waits inside the inn.
She enters the tavern hersel after a few minutes
"You." He mouths.
"Yes me." She says, "I would most appreciate it if you were to return with me to your stay at our hospital. Its for your own good and for the safety of those around you."
The still unnamed air genasi, who was with E, saw E disappear (teleport), and starts searching for them in a panic, as E is the only one who has talked with him. Eventually he finds him back in the attic, as he can practically explore any physical place.
<open>
A skeleton in black armor is attempting to extricate himself from a grave.
*oh shoot, I guess Rani would notice that :)*
Rani's eyes, which were closed, snap open at the sounds of the skeleton, and he looks over. "Hello! Pretty boring down there, isn't it? Want help?"
The skeleton's voice is breathless and whispery. "Yes."
"Sounds good." He jogs over, pushes some dirt out of the way, grabs the skeleton, and pulls up.
*Sorry! I have to go. I'll try to remember this tomorrow.*
*all good, see ya!*
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
The still unnamed air genasi, who was with E, saw E disappear (teleport), and starts searching for them in a panic, as E is the only one who has talked with him. Eventually he finds him back in the attic, as he can practically explore any physical place.
<open>
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
A 5'8" human women is walking towards the tavern. She has slightly tanned skin, with large brown eyes framed with a pair of glasses. Her black hair is around shoulder length in a braid, and she looks to be in her 20s. She wears a labcoat with a breast pocket, a yellow sweater underneath the labcoat, and a pair of black pants. A patch on one shoulder reads 'Rotford Asylum for the Mentally, Physically, and Emotionally Deficient.' with a badge she's wearing reading 'Dr. Catherine of RAMPED pychological division'. At her waist, clipped to her belt, is a stun baton/taser
August slowly turns his head with an audible cracking.
When she spots him she smiles, though its hard to tell if its warm or threatening
He tilts his head, expressionless as he was before. He waits inside the inn.
She enters the tavern hersel after a few minutes
"You." He mouths.
"Yes me." She says, "I would most appreciate it if you were to return with me to your stay at our hospital. Its for your own good and for the safety of those around you."
"I would rather not."
"Yes, i figured that. Afterall, we've seen how you left the director." She says with the same unerving smile she had always had.
A 5'8" human women is walking towards the tavern. She has slightly tanned skin, with large brown eyes framed with a pair of glasses. Her black hair is around shoulder length in a braid, and she looks to be in her 20s. She wears a labcoat with a breast pocket, a yellow sweater underneath the labcoat, and a pair of black pants. A patch on one shoulder reads 'Rotford Asylum for the Mentally, Physically, and Emotionally Deficient.' with a badge she's wearing reading 'Dr. Catherine of RAMPED pychological division'. At her waist, clipped to her belt, is a stun baton/taser
August slowly turns his head with an audible cracking.
When she spots him she smiles, though its hard to tell if its warm or threatening
He tilts his head, expressionless as he was before. He waits inside the inn.
She enters the tavern hersel after a few minutes
"You." He mouths.
"Yes me." She says, "I would most appreciate it if you were to return with me to your stay at our hospital. Its for your own good and for the safety of those around you."
"I would rather not."
"Yes, i figured that. Afterall, we've seen how you left the director." She says with the same unerving smile she had always had.
A 5'8" human women is walking towards the tavern. She has slightly tanned skin, with large brown eyes framed with a pair of glasses. Her black hair is around shoulder length in a braid, and she looks to be in her 20s. She wears a labcoat with a breast pocket, a yellow sweater underneath the labcoat, and a pair of black pants. A patch on one shoulder reads 'Rotford Asylum for the Mentally, Physically, and Emotionally Deficient.' with a badge she's wearing reading 'Dr. Catherine of RAMPED pychological division'. At her waist, clipped to her belt, is a stun baton/taser
August slowly turns his head with an audible cracking.
When she spots him she smiles, though its hard to tell if its warm or threatening
He tilts his head, expressionless as he was before. He waits inside the inn.
She enters the tavern hersel after a few minutes
"You." He mouths.
"Yes me." She says, "I would most appreciate it if you were to return with me to your stay at our hospital. Its for your own good and for the safety of those around you."
"I would rather not."
"Yes, i figured that. Afterall, we've seen how you left the director." She says with the same unerving smile she had always had.
"I've changed a bit since we last met."
"Indeed, now i'll have to add murder to your record."
A 5'8" human women is walking towards the tavern. She has slightly tanned skin, with large brown eyes framed with a pair of glasses. Her black hair is around shoulder length in a braid, and she looks to be in her 20s. She wears a labcoat with a breast pocket, a yellow sweater underneath the labcoat, and a pair of black pants. A patch on one shoulder reads 'Rotford Asylum for the Mentally, Physically, and Emotionally Deficient.' with a badge she's wearing reading 'Dr. Catherine of RAMPED pychological division'. At her waist, clipped to her belt, is a stun baton/taser
August slowly turns his head with an audible cracking.
When she spots him she smiles, though its hard to tell if its warm or threatening
He tilts his head, expressionless as he was before. He waits inside the inn.
She enters the tavern hersel after a few minutes
"You." He mouths.
"Yes me." She says, "I would most appreciate it if you were to return with me to your stay at our hospital. Its for your own good and for the safety of those around you."
"I would rather not."
"Yes, i figured that. Afterall, we've seen how you left the director." She says with the same unerving smile she had always had.
"I've changed a bit since we last met."
"Indeed, now i'll have to add murder to your record."
"From what I remember, it needs to be a person to count as murder."
A 5'8" human women is walking towards the tavern. She has slightly tanned skin, with large brown eyes framed with a pair of glasses. Her black hair is around shoulder length in a braid, and she looks to be in her 20s. She wears a labcoat with a breast pocket, a yellow sweater underneath the labcoat, and a pair of black pants. A patch on one shoulder reads 'Rotford Asylum for the Mentally, Physically, and Emotionally Deficient.' with a badge she's wearing reading 'Dr. Catherine of RAMPED pychological division'. At her waist, clipped to her belt, is a stun baton/taser
August slowly turns his head with an audible cracking.
When she spots him she smiles, though its hard to tell if its warm or threatening
He tilts his head, expressionless as he was before. He waits inside the inn.
She enters the tavern hersel after a few minutes
"You." He mouths.
"Yes me." She says, "I would most appreciate it if you were to return with me to your stay at our hospital. Its for your own good and for the safety of those around you."
"I would rather not."
"Yes, i figured that. Afterall, we've seen how you left the director." She says with the same unerving smile she had always had.
"I've changed a bit since we last met."
"Indeed, now i'll have to add murder to your record."
"From what I remember, it needs to be a person to count as murder."
"And from what i remember, our director was a person. Until you stabbed them." She smiles, "Aren't memories fun 6204?"
A 5'8" human women is walking towards the tavern. She has slightly tanned skin, with large brown eyes framed with a pair of glasses. Her black hair is around shoulder length in a braid, and she looks to be in her 20s. She wears a labcoat with a breast pocket, a yellow sweater underneath the labcoat, and a pair of black pants. A patch on one shoulder reads 'Rotford Asylum for the Mentally, Physically, and Emotionally Deficient.' with a badge she's wearing reading 'Dr. Catherine of RAMPED pychological division'. At her waist, clipped to her belt, is a stun baton/taser
August slowly turns his head with an audible cracking.
When she spots him she smiles, though its hard to tell if its warm or threatening
He tilts his head, expressionless as he was before. He waits inside the inn.
She enters the tavern hersel after a few minutes
"You." He mouths.
"Yes me." She says, "I would most appreciate it if you were to return with me to your stay at our hospital. Its for your own good and for the safety of those around you."
"I would rather not."
"Yes, i figured that. Afterall, we've seen how you left the director." She says with the same unerving smile she had always had.
"I've changed a bit since we last met."
"Indeed, now i'll have to add murder to your record."
"From what I remember, it needs to be a person to count as murder."
"And from what i remember, our director was a person. Until you stabbed them." She smiles, "Aren't memories fun 6204?"
"Yes, actually. Although, you seem to have missed some details. I didn't just stab him. First, I grabbed him by the throat. Then, I slammed him against his beautiful desk exactly fourteen times, at which point it was damaged to the point of no longer being an effective weapon. Then, I grabbed the letter opener, then I stabbed him in the eye."
He smiles briefly. "Now that he's history, I've managed to learn a lot more from him."
A 5'8" human women is walking towards the tavern. She has slightly tanned skin, with large brown eyes framed with a pair of glasses. Her black hair is around shoulder length in a braid, and she looks to be in her 20s. She wears a labcoat with a breast pocket, a yellow sweater underneath the labcoat, and a pair of black pants. A patch on one shoulder reads 'Rotford Asylum for the Mentally, Physically, and Emotionally Deficient.' with a badge she's wearing reading 'Dr. Catherine of RAMPED pychological division'. At her waist, clipped to her belt, is a stun baton/taser
August slowly turns his head with an audible cracking.
When she spots him she smiles, though its hard to tell if its warm or threatening
He tilts his head, expressionless as he was before. He waits inside the inn.
She enters the tavern hersel after a few minutes
"You." He mouths.
"Yes me." She says, "I would most appreciate it if you were to return with me to your stay at our hospital. Its for your own good and for the safety of those around you."
"I would rather not."
"Yes, i figured that. Afterall, we've seen how you left the director." She says with the same unerving smile she had always had.
"I've changed a bit since we last met."
"Indeed, now i'll have to add murder to your record."
"From what I remember, it needs to be a person to count as murder."
"And from what i remember, our director was a person. Until you stabbed them." She smiles, "Aren't memories fun 6204?"
"Yes, actually. Although, you seem to have missed some details. I didn't just stab him. First, I grabbed him by the throat. Then, I slammed him against his beautiful desk exactly fourteen times, at which point it was damaged to the point of no longer being an effective weapon. Then, I grabbed the letter opener, then I stabbed him in the eye."
He smiles briefly. "Now that he's history, I've managed to learn a lot more from him."
She jots down a small note on a clipboard, "Yes, i see now that we were right to house you. I just wish we could have fixed you before you killed someone." She says, sighing, "What a waste of two good lives."
The still unnamed air genasi, who was with E, saw E disappear (teleport), and starts searching for them in a panic, as E is the only one who has talked with him. Eventually he finds him back in the attic, as he can practically explore any physical place.
A 5'8" human women is walking towards the tavern. She has slightly tanned skin, with large brown eyes framed with a pair of glasses. Her black hair is around shoulder length in a braid, and she looks to be in her 20s. She wears a labcoat with a breast pocket, a yellow sweater underneath the labcoat, and a pair of black pants. A patch on one shoulder reads 'Rotford Asylum for the Mentally, Physically, and Emotionally Deficient.' with a badge she's wearing reading 'Dr. Catherine of RAMPED pychological division'. At her waist, clipped to her belt, is a stun baton/taser
August slowly turns his head with an audible cracking.
When she spots him she smiles, though its hard to tell if its warm or threatening
He tilts his head, expressionless as he was before. He waits inside the inn.
She enters the tavern hersel after a few minutes
"You." He mouths.
"Yes me." She says, "I would most appreciate it if you were to return with me to your stay at our hospital. Its for your own good and for the safety of those around you."
"I would rather not."
"Yes, i figured that. Afterall, we've seen how you left the director." She says with the same unerving smile she had always had.
"I've changed a bit since we last met."
"Indeed, now i'll have to add murder to your record."
"From what I remember, it needs to be a person to count as murder."
"And from what i remember, our director was a person. Until you stabbed them." She smiles, "Aren't memories fun 6204?"
"Yes, actually. Although, you seem to have missed some details. I didn't just stab him. First, I grabbed him by the throat. Then, I slammed him against his beautiful desk exactly fourteen times, at which point it was damaged to the point of no longer being an effective weapon. Then, I grabbed the letter opener, then I stabbed him in the eye."
He smiles briefly. "Now that he's history, I've managed to learn a lot more from him."
The air genasi floats through the ceiling to the ground between them. "Hello, people."
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
The still unnamed air genasi, who was with E, saw E disappear (teleport), and starts searching for them in a panic, as E is the only one who has talked with him. Eventually he finds him back in the attic, as he can practically explore any physical place.
A 5'8" human women is walking towards the tavern. She has slightly tanned skin, with large brown eyes framed with a pair of glasses. Her black hair is around shoulder length in a braid, and she looks to be in her 20s. She wears a labcoat with a breast pocket, a yellow sweater underneath the labcoat, and a pair of black pants. A patch on one shoulder reads 'Rotford Asylum for the Mentally, Physically, and Emotionally Deficient.' with a badge she's wearing reading 'Dr. Catherine of RAMPED pychological division'. At her waist, clipped to her belt, is a stun baton/taser
August slowly turns his head with an audible cracking.
When she spots him she smiles, though its hard to tell if its warm or threatening
He tilts his head, expressionless as he was before. He waits inside the inn.
She enters the tavern hersel after a few minutes
"You." He mouths.
"Yes me." She says, "I would most appreciate it if you were to return with me to your stay at our hospital. Its for your own good and for the safety of those around you."
"I would rather not."
"Yes, i figured that. Afterall, we've seen how you left the director." She says with the same unerving smile she had always had.
"I've changed a bit since we last met."
"Indeed, now i'll have to add murder to your record."
"From what I remember, it needs to be a person to count as murder."
"And from what i remember, our director was a person. Until you stabbed them." She smiles, "Aren't memories fun 6204?"
"Yes, actually. Although, you seem to have missed some details. I didn't just stab him. First, I grabbed him by the throat. Then, I slammed him against his beautiful desk exactly fourteen times, at which point it was damaged to the point of no longer being an effective weapon. Then, I grabbed the letter opener, then I stabbed him in the eye."
He smiles briefly. "Now that he's history, I've managed to learn a lot more from him."
The air genasi floats through the ceiling to the ground between them. "Hello, people."
"Hello mysterious floating genasi" Catherine smiles at them
A 5'8" human women is walking towards the tavern. She has slightly tanned skin, with large brown eyes framed with a pair of glasses. Her black hair is around shoulder length in a braid, and she looks to be in her 20s. She wears a labcoat with a breast pocket, a yellow sweater underneath the labcoat, and a pair of black pants. A patch on one shoulder reads 'Rotford Asylum for the Mentally, Physically, and Emotionally Deficient.' with a badge she's wearing reading 'Dr. Catherine of RAMPED pychological division'. At her waist, clipped to her belt, is a stun baton/taser
August slowly turns his head with an audible cracking.
When she spots him she smiles, though its hard to tell if its warm or threatening
He tilts his head, expressionless as he was before. He waits inside the inn.
She enters the tavern hersel after a few minutes
"You." He mouths.
"Yes me." She says, "I would most appreciate it if you were to return with me to your stay at our hospital. Its for your own good and for the safety of those around you."
"I would rather not."
"Yes, i figured that. Afterall, we've seen how you left the director." She says with the same unerving smile she had always had.
"I've changed a bit since we last met."
"Indeed, now i'll have to add murder to your record."
"From what I remember, it needs to be a person to count as murder."
"And from what i remember, our director was a person. Until you stabbed them." She smiles, "Aren't memories fun 6204?"
"Yes, actually. Although, you seem to have missed some details. I didn't just stab him. First, I grabbed him by the throat. Then, I slammed him against his beautiful desk exactly fourteen times, at which point it was damaged to the point of no longer being an effective weapon. Then, I grabbed the letter opener, then I stabbed him in the eye."
He smiles briefly. "Now that he's history, I've managed to learn a lot more from him."
She jots down a small note on a clipboard, "Yes, i see now that we were right to house you. I just wish we could have fixed you before you killed someone." She says, sighing, "What a waste of two good lives."
*Sorry, internet troubles*
"It was inevitable that he would die, you know. He wasn't a god. I just brought the process up to a more bearable speed. So fast, in fact, that it was almost as fast as his heart rate when I told him that you weren't coming to save him."
*oh shoot, I guess Rani would notice that :)*
Rani's eyes, which were closed, snap open at the sounds of the skeleton, and he looks over. "Hello! Pretty boring down there, isn't it? Want help?"
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
⌞╚════════════ Extended Signature ════════════╝⌟
The skeleton's voice is breathless and whispery. "Yes."
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
"You." He mouths.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Sounds good." He jogs over, pushes some dirt out of the way, grabs the skeleton, and pulls up.
⌜╔═════════════ The Board ══════════════╗⌝
...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
⌞╚════════════ Extended Signature ════════════╝⌟
"Yes me." She says, "I would most appreciate it if you were to return with me to your stay at our hospital. Its for your own good and for the safety of those around you."
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
*Sorry! I have to go. I'll try to remember this tomorrow.*
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
"I would rather not."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*all good, see ya!*
⌜╔═════════════ The Board ══════════════╗⌝
...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
⌞╚════════════ Extended Signature ════════════╝⌟
Rani is helping a skeleton out of a grave.
The still unnamed air genasi, who was with E, saw E disappear (teleport), and starts searching for them in a panic, as E is the only one who has talked with him. Eventually he finds him back in the attic, as he can practically explore any physical place.
<open>
⌜╔═════════════ The Board ══════════════╗⌝
...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
⌞╚════════════ Extended Signature ════════════╝⌟
"Yes, i figured that. Afterall, we've seen how you left the director." She says with the same unerving smile she had always had.
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
"I've changed a bit since we last met."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Indeed, now i'll have to add murder to your record."
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
"From what I remember, it needs to be a person to count as murder."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"And from what i remember, our director was a person. Until you stabbed them." She smiles, "Aren't memories fun 6204?"
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
"Yes, actually. Although, you seem to have missed some details. I didn't just stab him. First, I grabbed him by the throat. Then, I slammed him against his beautiful desk exactly fourteen times, at which point it was damaged to the point of no longer being an effective weapon. Then, I grabbed the letter opener, then I stabbed him in the eye."
He smiles briefly. "Now that he's history, I've managed to learn a lot more from him."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She jots down a small note on a clipboard, "Yes, i see now that we were right to house you. I just wish we could have fixed you before you killed someone." She says, sighing, "What a waste of two good lives."
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
The air genasi floats through the ceiling to the ground between them. "Hello, people."
⌜╔═════════════ The Board ══════════════╗⌝
...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
⌞╚════════════ Extended Signature ════════════╝⌟
"Hello mysterious floating genasi" Catherine smiles at them
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
*Sorry, internet troubles*
"It was inevitable that he would die, you know. He wasn't a god. I just brought the process up to a more bearable speed. So fast, in fact, that it was almost as fast as his heart rate when I told him that you weren't coming to save him."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Who are you?" He turns around, seeing August. "And who are you?"
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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