*Idiot. Fill out the (GP)ing paperwork first. Do you know the deportation rates of the afterlife?*
*Why do you think there are so many ghosts and demons hanging around?*
*[sobbing]*
*This isn't how you're supposed to go about it. If I go to heaven and find you're already there, or worse, that you aren't coming, I will find you.*
*Take as much time and get as much help as you need. That's an order, fluffboi.*
*[confused fox screaming]*
*I will clarify: You aren't allowed to die until I say so. You signed a contract when you joined us. You scrolled to the end to get to '"accept." Love yourself.*
*ahhh dammit, now I got another reality anchor...*
*This is why you read contracts, as your lawyer I’ve been telling you this subconsciously for years with my magic Jester powers.*
*I got Scott/The Writer/Khemet, The Fey King, Yuri, Donn, Ash, Ichigo, Lady Weaver, Allison, Dani, Teddy, Michael, and Lore.*
*How about The Fey King and my new character, the Spectre King? I'm dying to try him out.*
A man with short brown hair and glasses, dressed up in cool-colored business casual, is out in the woods making supernaturally modified .30-06 ammunition. A bizarrely modified Lewis Gun sits beside him. It looks like it mutated somehow, while still remaining identical in functionality. The man looks weary, and a bag of half-eaten fast food sits beside him.
Walking into the tavern is a tall, lanky man with long, blonde hair. On his back is a rudimentary weapons sling, holding a shotgun, and an axe made from a guitar. His clothes are tattered, and he is completely skeletonized.
Someone stands in the tavern, but no, someone isn’t the right word. People aren’t made of complete darkness, absolute void filled only with the stars like the night sky. Even stranger than them being shaped like a person, they are wearing chef’s attire, what feels like it should be a smile on their face.
*Idiot. Fill out the (GP)ing paperwork first. Do you know the deportation rates of the afterlife?*
*Why do you think there are so many ghosts and demons hanging around?*
*[sobbing]*
*This isn't how you're supposed to go about it. If I go to heaven and find you're already there, or worse, that you aren't coming, I will find you.*
*Take as much time and get as much help as you need. That's an order, fluffboi.*
*[confused fox screaming]*
*I will clarify: You aren't allowed to die until I say so. You signed a contract when you joined us. You scrolled to the end to get to '"accept." Love yourself.*
*ahhh dammit, now I got another reality anchor...*
*This is why you read contracts, as your lawyer I’ve been telling you this subconsciously for years with my magic Jester powers.*
*so thats whose voice I hear when I pick up a knife.*
*You should do it though. It would be funny, trust me.*
A small, blindfolded, hooded person with a cane sits down at the bar.
Shade slinks over sitting down on the chair
Their head turns to shade. It seems they heard.
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*This is why you read contracts, as your lawyer I’ve been telling you this subconsciously for years with my magic Jester powers.*
*How about The Fey King and my new character, the Spectre King? I'm dying to try him out.*
A man with short brown hair and glasses, dressed up in cool-colored business casual, is out in the woods making supernaturally modified .30-06 ammunition. A bizarrely modified Lewis Gun sits beside him. It looks like it mutated somehow, while still remaining identical in functionality. The man looks weary, and a bag of half-eaten fast food sits beside him.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Shade slinks over sitting down on the chair
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
*Anybody want to role play?*
*sure*
Shade is in an alley stirring a barrel
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
They can smell blood and death nearby, all around nearby.
Shade stands up and hisses. "this is ruining my drink!"
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
*you're the one who banned Shade from the bar! now she needs to make her own! unless you are willing to let her back in...?*
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
Someone stands in the tavern, but no, someone isn’t the right word. People aren’t made of complete darkness, absolute void filled only with the stars like the night sky. Even stranger than them being shaped like a person, they are wearing chef’s attire, what feels like it should be a smile on their face.
*You should do it though. It would be funny, trust me.*
Their head turns to shade. It seems they heard.
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*yay! Shade's 'drink' is potent enough to melt metal at this rate. she cant make drinks very well*
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
*Nothing to apologize about.*
Jax finds a small explosive on their own person, a little trade.
Marie turns to them, her eyes still hidden. She puts one hand on her hip “What exactly are you referring to?” Quickly pocketing the money.
They find a guy and his dog just living life.
They find a man with a chainsaw head and chainsaws coming out of their arms.