*I've decided I'm going to lean more into the horror elements of the setting and story I'm writing. Spectres aren't just powerful, they are genuinely terrifying paranormal entities that society still doesn't know how to deal with consistently.*
*I've decided I'm going to lean more into the horror elements of the setting and story I'm writing. Spectres aren't just powerful, they are genuinely terrifying paranormal entities that society still doesn't know how to deal with consistently.*
*[Looks over at Stroth casually attacking Charlie's arm] The scarier the better.*
*Good morning now everyone, I hope your days are doing perfectly.*
*Imagine this scenario: You're a suburban dad in the 1990s watching TV downstairs in the middle of the night with the lights off. The old CRT turns to static and shuts down, and you see the reflection of the Spectre's eyes in the dark of the screen, perfectly still. You know how dangerous Spectres are, and you know you need to get your family out of here. But you're too scared to move from your seat or even look away from the eyes on the television. Lucky you, your mobile phone sits beside your chair, where you left it when you got home from work. You pick it up slowly, and nearly drop it when the spirit suddenly jerks forward before returning to its normal stillness.*
*You catch your breath and call 911. It rings so loud. You stare off at the reflected horror, unable to make out its form through the dust. Finally, after what must have been centuries, the phone picks up.* *"Hello, please explain the nature of your situation."* *"There is a Spectre in my house." You whisper, trying not to agitate the being any further.* *"Connecting you to the Hunter's Guild. Please hold."* *...* *...* *...* *...* *"Hello, this is dispatch. Can you answer a couple of questions for me?"* *...* *...* *"Hello?"*
*Good morning now everyone, I hope your days are doing perfectly.*
*Imagine this scenario: You're a suburban dad in the 1990s watching TV downstairs in the middle of the night with the lights off. The old CRT turns to static and shuts down, and you see the reflection of the Spectre's eyes in the dark of the screen, perfectly still. You know how dangerous Spectres are, and you know you need to get your family out of here. But you're too scared to move from your seat or even look away from the eyes on the television. Lucky you, your mobile phone sits beside your chair, where you left it when you got home from work. You pick it up slowly, and nearly drop it when the spirit suddenly jerks forward before returning to its normal stillness.*
*You catch your breath and call 911. It rings so loud. You stare off at the reflected horror, unable to make out its form through the dust. Finally, after what must have been centuries, the phone picks up.* *"Hello, please explain the nature of your situation."* *"There is a Spectre in my house." You whisper, trying not to agitate the being any further.* *"Connecting you to the Hunter's Guild. Please hold."* *...* *...* *...* *...* *"Hello, this is dispatch. Can you answer a couple of questions for me?"* *...* *...* *"Hello?"*
*Huh, well that’s unpleasant, but you got a few things wrong. 1. I would have called the Ghostbuster, 2. If im ever on hold when my life is about to end I forget that and I’m boxing, 3. This is what I mean when you’re an incredible writer, I wouldn’t have been able to think of this in less than half the detail you did. I know this overarching story is going to be an absolute masterpiece, now we just have to see it. Anyway, good morning.*
*Good morning now everyone, I hope your days are doing perfectly.*
*Imagine this scenario: You're a suburban dad in the 1990s watching TV downstairs in the middle of the night with the lights off. The old CRT turns to static and shuts down, and you see the reflection of the Spectre's eyes in the dark of the screen, perfectly still. You know how dangerous Spectres are, and you know you need to get your family out of here. But you're too scared to move from your seat or even look away from the eyes on the television. Lucky you, your mobile phone sits beside your chair, where you left it when you got home from work. You pick it up slowly, and nearly drop it when the spirit suddenly jerks forward before returning to its normal stillness.*
*You catch your breath and call 911. It rings so loud. You stare off at the reflected horror, unable to make out its form through the dust. Finally, after what must have been centuries, the phone picks up.* *"Hello, please explain the nature of your situation."* *"There is a Spectre in my house." You whisper, trying not to agitate the being any further.* *"Connecting you to the Hunter's Guild. Please hold."* *...* *...* *...* *...* *"Hello, this is dispatch. Can you answer a couple of questions for me?"* *...* *...* *"Hello?"*
*Huh, well that’s unpleasant, but you got a few things wrong. 1. I would have called the Ghostbuster, 2. If im ever on hold when my life is about to end I forget that and I’m boxing, 3. This is what I mean when you’re an incredible writer, I wouldn’t have been able to think of this in less than half the detail you did. I know this overarching story is going to be an absolute masterpiece, now we just have to see it. Anyway, good morning.*
*Morning, friend. Tonight, I've gone down a horror manga rabbit hole and found myself looking into PTSD Radio and Junji Ito. I was trying my hand at horror writing once more, since I'm going to be incorporating the paranormal into my shoenen anyway.*
*Good morning now everyone, I hope your days are doing perfectly.*
*Imagine this scenario: You're a suburban dad in the 1990s watching TV downstairs in the middle of the night with the lights off. The old CRT turns to static and shuts down, and you see the reflection of the Spectre's eyes in the dark of the screen, perfectly still. You know how dangerous Spectres are, and you know you need to get your family out of here. But you're too scared to move from your seat or even look away from the eyes on the television. Lucky you, your mobile phone sits beside your chair, where you left it when you got home from work. You pick it up slowly, and nearly drop it when the spirit suddenly jerks forward before returning to its normal stillness.*
*You catch your breath and call 911. It rings so loud. You stare off at the reflected horror, unable to make out its form through the dust. Finally, after what must have been centuries, the phone picks up.* *"Hello, please explain the nature of your situation."* *"There is a Spectre in my house." You whisper, trying not to agitate the being any further.* *"Connecting you to the Hunter's Guild. Please hold."* *...* *...* *...* *...* *"Hello, this is dispatch. Can you answer a couple of questions for me?"* *...* *...* *"Hello?"*
*Huh, well that’s unpleasant, but you got a few things wrong. 1. I would have called the Ghostbuster, 2. If im ever on hold when my life is about to end I forget that and I’m boxing, 3. This is what I mean when you’re an incredible writer, I wouldn’t have been able to think of this in less than half the detail you did. I know this overarching story is going to be an absolute masterpiece, now we just have to see it. Anyway, good morning.*
*Morning, friend. Tonight, I've gone down a horror manga rabbit hole and found myself looking into PTSD Radio and Junji Ito. I was trying my hand at horror writing once more, since I'm going to be incorporating the paranormal into my shoenen anyway.*
*That sounds very interesting indeed, I’m not much a fan of horror myself, but if you want to find anything relating to deep psychological horror, like complex psychopathy as well as incredible character growth, I’d read HxH, but I would recommend HxH no matter what.*
*I really really really dont want to do soil samples today :[*
(that does not sound fun)
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*I really really really dont want to do soil samples today :[*
(that does not sound fun)
*ITS NEVER FUUUUUN [SOBS]*
(you wanna rp)
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*I really really really dont want to do soil samples today :[*
(that does not sound fun)
*ITS NEVER FUUUUUN [SOBS]*
(you wanna rp)
*yesh pwese.*
Isaac is sitting next to the fire.
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*I really really really dont want to do soil samples today :[*
(that does not sound fun)
*ITS NEVER FUUUUUN [SOBS]*
(you wanna rp)
*yesh pwese.*
Isaac is sitting next to the fire.
Xan walks over, poking him "Heya."
Isaac smiles at him "hello"
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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 man, how are things going?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*I exist.*
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've decided I'm going to lean more into the horror elements of the setting and story I'm writing. Spectres aren't just powerful, they are genuinely terrifying paranormal entities that society still doesn't know how to deal with consistently.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Good morning now everyone, I hope your days are doing perfectly.*
*[Looks over at Stroth casually attacking Charlie's arm] The scarier the better.*
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
*Imagine this scenario: You're a suburban dad in the 1990s watching TV downstairs in the middle of the night with the lights off. The old CRT turns to static and shuts down, and you see the reflection of the Spectre's eyes in the dark of the screen, perfectly still. You know how dangerous Spectres are, and you know you need to get your family out of here. But you're too scared to move from your seat or even look away from the eyes on the television. Lucky you, your mobile phone sits beside your chair, where you left it when you got home from work. You pick it up slowly, and nearly drop it when the spirit suddenly jerks forward before returning to its normal stillness.*
*You catch your breath and call 911. It rings so loud. You stare off at the reflected horror, unable to make out its form through the dust. Finally, after what must have been centuries, the phone picks up.*
*"Hello, please explain the nature of your situation."*
*"There is a Spectre in my house." You whisper, trying not to agitate the being any further.*
*"Connecting you to the Hunter's Guild. Please hold."*
*...*
*...*
*...*
*...*
*"Hello, this is dispatch. Can you answer a couple of questions for me?"*
*...*
*...*
*"Hello?"*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Huh, well that’s unpleasant, but you got a few things wrong. 1. I would have called the Ghostbuster, 2. If im ever on hold when my life is about to end I forget that and I’m boxing, 3. This is what I mean when you’re an incredible writer, I wouldn’t have been able to think of this in less than half the detail you did. I know this overarching story is going to be an absolute masterpiece, now we just have to see it. Anyway, good morning.*
*Morning, friend. Tonight, I've gone down a horror manga rabbit hole and found myself looking into PTSD Radio and Junji Ito. I was trying my hand at horror writing once more, since I'm going to be incorporating the paranormal into my shoenen anyway.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*What should I dress up as for Halloween guys?*
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 very interesting indeed, I’m not much a fan of horror myself, but if you want to find anything relating to deep psychological horror, like complex psychopathy as well as incredible character growth, I’d read HxH, but I would recommend HxH no matter what.*
*I really really really dont want to do soil samples today :[*
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 does not sound 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
*ITS NEVER FUUUUUN [SOBS]*
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
(you wanna rp)
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
*yesh pwese.*
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
Isaac is sitting next to the fire.
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
Xan walks over, poking him "Heya."
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
Isaac smiles at him "hello"
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
"Whatcha doing?" He asks, tilting his head.
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
*Anyone want to roleplay, if so, with whom from my veritable cast of characters would you like?*
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.)