"This is all powerful!" Thus begins the spouting gibberish at random objects while pointing with the shovel
The stuff disappears
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I've been watching how your eyes move to the ground And I hear you change your story every time that I'm around You can tell me what you want, say what you will But I'm done with you, I'm done with what you say you think is real
"This is all powerful!" Thus begins the spouting gibberish at random objects while pointing with the shovel
The stuff disappears
"Gravedigger, pal, can this shovel do anything else or did I set phasers to stun?"
"It can do other stuff if you can figure out how"
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I've been watching how your eyes move to the ground And I hear you change your story every time that I'm around You can tell me what you want, say what you will But I'm done with you, I'm done with what you say you think is real
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 saysighing, "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."
Her smile gets a bit more sharp, "Yes, i was to busy dealing with your roommate." She says,
"This is all powerful!" Thus begins the spouting gibberish at random objects while pointing with the shovel
The stuff disappears
"Gravedigger, pal, can this shovel do anything else or did I set phasers to stun?"
"It can do other stuff if you can figure out how"
They stare at the shovel for a second before poking everything
"I have a user's manual if that helps"
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I've been watching how your eyes move to the ground And I hear you change your story every time that I'm around You can tell me what you want, say what you will But I'm done with you, I'm done with what you say you think is real
I've been watching how your eyes move to the ground And I hear you change your story every time that I'm around You can tell me what you want, say what you will But I'm done with you, I'm done with what you say you think is real
Xan is sitting outside. He is wearing a thin, white t-shirt, a fluffy black jacket, long black slacks, and no shoes. He is enjoying the cold outdoors while watching people.
Harbor is in the kitchen. He is making all sorts of breakfast items such as banana pancakes, chocolate chip waffles, white chocolate hot cocoa, elk sausage, and goat cheese spiced with herbs.
<Open: Penny, Kelipso, The Brand, Yuri, and Paladis>
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.
The dirt around him crumbles and the skeleton pops out of the hole. "Thank you. Now, I have some things back down there to grab. Would you mind fetching a rope?"
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.
Xan is sitting outside. He is wearing a thin, white t-shirt, a fluffy black jacket, long black slacks, and no shoes. He is enjoying the cold outdoors while watching people.
Harbor is in the kitchen. He is making all sorts of breakfast items such as banana pancakes, chocolate chip waffles, white chocolate hot cocoa, elk sausage, and goat cheese spiced with herbs.
<Open: Penny, Kelipso, The Brand, Yuri, and Paladis>
Emmet is trying to fix his old leather backpack. It seems the bottom has a tear.
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.
Xan is sitting outside. He is wearing a thin, white t-shirt, a fluffy black jacket, long black slacks, and no shoes. He is enjoying the cold outdoors while watching people.
Harbor is in the kitchen. He is making all sorts of breakfast items such as banana pancakes, chocolate chip waffles, white chocolate hot cocoa, elk sausage, and goat cheese spiced with herbs.
<Open: Penny, Kelipso, The Brand, Yuri, and Paladis>
Emmet is trying to fix his old leather backpack. It seems the bottom has a tear.
Xan looks over and watches them. (If you want a description of Xan just look at the profile picture of mine)
Xan is sitting outside. He is wearing a thin, white t-shirt, a fluffy black jacket, long black slacks, and no shoes. He is enjoying the cold outdoors while watching people.
Harbor is in the kitchen. He is making all sorts of breakfast items such as banana pancakes, chocolate chip waffles, white chocolate hot cocoa, elk sausage, and goat cheese spiced with herbs.
<Open: Penny, Kelipso, The Brand, Yuri, and Paladis>
Emmet is trying to fix his old leather backpack. It seems the bottom has a tear.
Xan looks over and watches them. (If you want a description of Xan just look at the profile picture of mine)
*👍*
He seems to be struggling with a needle and thread.
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.
Xan is sitting outside. He is wearing a thin, white t-shirt, a fluffy black jacket, long black slacks, and no shoes. He is enjoying the cold outdoors while watching people.
Harbor is in the kitchen. He is making all sorts of breakfast items such as banana pancakes, chocolate chip waffles, white chocolate hot cocoa, elk sausage, and goat cheese spiced with herbs.
<Open: Penny, Kelipso, The Brand, Yuri, and Paladis>
Emmet is trying to fix his old leather backpack. It seems the bottom has a tear.
Xan looks over and watches them. (If you want a description of Xan just look at the profile picture of mine)
*👍*
He seems to be struggling with a needle and thread.
Xan walks over and taps his on his fleshless shoulder "Need help?"
Xan is sitting outside. He is wearing a thin, white t-shirt, a fluffy black jacket, long black slacks, and no shoes. He is enjoying the cold outdoors while watching people.
Harbor is in the kitchen. He is making all sorts of breakfast items such as banana pancakes, chocolate chip waffles, white chocolate hot cocoa, elk sausage, and goat cheese spiced with herbs.
<Open: Penny, Kelipso, The Brand, Yuri, and Paladis>
Emmet is trying to fix his old leather backpack. It seems the bottom has a tear.
Xan looks over and watches them. (If you want a description of Xan just look at the profile picture of mine)
*👍*
He seems to be struggling with a needle and thread.
Xan walks over and taps his on his fleshless shoulder "Need help?"
Emmet fumbles the thread and drops the needle. "These fingers..."
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.
Xan is sitting outside. He is wearing a thin, white t-shirt, a fluffy black jacket, long black slacks, and no shoes. He is enjoying the cold outdoors while watching people.
Harbor is in the kitchen. He is making all sorts of breakfast items such as banana pancakes, chocolate chip waffles, white chocolate hot cocoa, elk sausage, and goat cheese spiced with herbs.
<Open: Penny, Kelipso, The Brand, Yuri, and Paladis>
Emmet is trying to fix his old leather backpack. It seems the bottom has a tear.
Xan looks over and watches them. (If you want a description of Xan just look at the profile picture of mine)
*👍*
He seems to be struggling with a needle and thread.
Xan walks over and taps his on his fleshless shoulder "Need help?"
Emmet fumbles the thread and drops the needle. "These fingers..."
Xan sighs and sits down beside him, taking it from him. "Like this"
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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
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"This is all powerful!" Thus begins the spouting gibberish at random objects while pointing with the shovel
: Systems Online : Nikoli_Goodfellow Homebrew : My WIP Homebrew Class :
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( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
Kinsley senses a shadow crossing in the back room.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The stuff disappears
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I've been watching how your eyes move to the ground
And I hear you change your story every time that I'm around
You can tell me what you want, say what you will
But I'm done with you, I'm done with what you say you think is real
Kinsley is too busy to care, but whatever the shadow is sees what is basically a thieves' den shimmering inside a portal
: Systems Online : Nikoli_Goodfellow Homebrew : My WIP Homebrew Class :
(\_/)
( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
"Gravedigger, pal, can this shovel do anything else or did I set phasers to stun?"
: Systems Online : Nikoli_Goodfellow Homebrew : My WIP Homebrew Class :
(\_/)
( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
"It can do other stuff if you can figure out how"
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I've been watching how your eyes move to the ground
And I hear you change your story every time that I'm around
You can tell me what you want, say what you will
But I'm done with you, I'm done with what you say you think is real
Her smile gets a bit more sharp, "Yes, i was to busy dealing with your roommate." She says,
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
They stare at the shovel for a second before poking everything
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(\_/)
( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
gtg
: Systems Online : Nikoli_Goodfellow Homebrew : My WIP Homebrew Class :
(\_/)
( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
*Bye nikoli!!!*
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 have a user's manual if that helps"
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I've been watching how your eyes move to the ground
And I hear you change your story every time that I'm around
You can tell me what you want, say what you will
But I'm done with you, I'm done with what you say you think is real
(Bye)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I've been watching how your eyes move to the ground
And I hear you change your story every time that I'm around
You can tell me what you want, say what you will
But I'm done with you, I'm done with what you say you think is real
*Good morning friends :)*
Xan is sitting outside. He is wearing a thin, white t-shirt, a fluffy black jacket, long black slacks, and no shoes. He is enjoying the cold outdoors while watching people.
Harbor is in the kitchen. He is making all sorts of breakfast items such as banana pancakes, chocolate chip waffles, white chocolate hot cocoa, elk sausage, and goat cheese spiced with herbs.
<Open: Penny, Kelipso, The Brand, Yuri, and Paladis>
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
The dirt around him crumbles and the skeleton pops out of the hole. "Thank you. Now, I have some things back down there to grab. Would you mind fetching a rope?"
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.
Emmet is trying to fix his old leather backpack. It seems the bottom has a tear.
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.
Xan looks over and watches them. (If you want a description of Xan just look at the profile picture of mine)
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 seems to be struggling with a needle and thread.
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.
Xan walks over and taps his on his fleshless shoulder "Need help?"
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
Emmet fumbles the thread and drops the needle. "These fingers..."
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.
Xan sighs and sits down beside him, taking it from him. "Like this"
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