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#85674 Oct 30, 2024
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Stroth is outside. She has a table set up next to a small bonfire. Numerous alchemy supplies sit around on the table, bubbling beakers, vials of all kinds, powders of different colors, dried flowers, metal shavings, different-sized gems, and so much more. She is currently boiling down a mixture of her blight flowers in a pot that hangs over the fire. She is dressed in a simple sports bra, a pair of black leggings, her jacket is tied around her middle.

A large muscular Red Dragonborn watches her silently, sitting on the ground with crossed legs. He has two glossy white eyes, glowing at inconsistent levels. He's wearing clothes similar to Sparrow's, a brown hat and duster, no shoes, a black leather belt, black undershirt. He has a greataxe on his back, the blade coiling around like a screw, infernal runes engraved into it.

Her eyes narrow, the orange iris glowing. Sh picks up a small knife, holding it in one hand.

They remain the same, though their eyes do move, they look the same, white all over, veinless.

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'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.)
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Stroth is outside. She has a table set up next to a small bonfire. Numerous alchemy supplies sit around on the table, bubbling beakers, vials of all kinds, powders of different colors, dried flowers, metal shavings, different-sized gems, and so much more. She is currently boiling down a mixture of her blight flowers in a pot that hangs over the fire. She is dressed in a simple sports bra, a pair of black leggings, her jacket is tied around her middle.

A large muscular Red Dragonborn watches her silently, sitting on the ground with crossed legs. He has two glossy white eyes, glowing at inconsistent levels. He's wearing clothes similar to Sparrow's, a brown hat and duster, no shoes, a black leather belt, black undershirt. He has a greataxe on his back, the blade coiling around like a screw, infernal runes engraved into it.

Her eyes narrow, the orange iris glowing. Sh picks up a small knife, holding it in one hand.

They remain the same, though their eyes do move, they look the same, white all over, veinless.

Suddenly, she teleports to his shoulder, the small knife now gone and replaced with a blade made of dark metal. She bares sharp teeth like a rabid dog "Who are you? Why are you watching me?" She snarls.

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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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Stroth is outside. She has a table set up next to a small bonfire. Numerous alchemy supplies sit around on the table, bubbling beakers, vials of all kinds, powders of different colors, dried flowers, metal shavings, different-sized gems, and so much more. She is currently boiling down a mixture of her blight flowers in a pot that hangs over the fire. She is dressed in a simple sports bra, a pair of black leggings, her jacket is tied around her middle.

A large muscular Red Dragonborn watches her silently, sitting on the ground with crossed legs. He has two glossy white eyes, glowing at inconsistent levels. He's wearing clothes similar to Sparrow's, a brown hat and duster, no shoes, a black leather belt, black undershirt. He has a greataxe on his back, the blade coiling around like a screw, infernal runes engraved into it.

Her eyes narrow, the orange iris glowing. Sh picks up a small knife, holding it in one hand.

They remain the same, though their eyes do move, they look the same, white all over, veinless.

Suddenly, she teleports to his shoulder, the small knife now gone and replaced with a blade made of dark metal. She bares sharp teeth like a rabid dog "Who are you? Why are you watching me?" She snarls.

They put their large hands to their head, forcing it to move, the sound of cracking bone filling the air as their head begins to face them. They slowly begin to speak with a rumbling voice "Kill... Sparrow. Valentine... Sisters."

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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.'

https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
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Stroth is outside. She has a table set up next to a small bonfire. Numerous alchemy supplies sit around on the table, bubbling beakers, vials of all kinds, powders of different colors, dried flowers, metal shavings, different-sized gems, and so much more. She is currently boiling down a mixture of her blight flowers in a pot that hangs over the fire. She is dressed in a simple sports bra, a pair of black leggings, her jacket is tied around her middle.

A large muscular Red Dragonborn watches her silently, sitting on the ground with crossed legs. He has two glossy white eyes, glowing at inconsistent levels. He's wearing clothes similar to Sparrow's, a brown hat and duster, no shoes, a black leather belt, black undershirt. He has a greataxe on his back, the blade coiling around like a screw, infernal runes engraved into it.

Her eyes narrow, the orange iris glowing. Sh picks up a small knife, holding it in one hand.

They remain the same, though their eyes do move, they look the same, white all over, veinless.

Suddenly, she teleports to his shoulder, the small knife now gone and replaced with a blade made of dark metal. She bares sharp teeth like a rabid dog "Who are you? Why are you watching me?" She snarls.

They put their large hands to their head, forcing it to move, the sound of cracking bone filling the air as their head begins to face them. They slowly begin to speak with a rumbling voice "Kill... Sparrow. Valentine... Sisters."

Stroth's body seems to ripple as, suddenly her skin becomes ink black. Vines made liquid sprout from her back and front violently, flowers growing on them. They grab this guy by the neck, stronger than they appear, and throw him into a tree. Stroth laughs madly "I'm not killing the ONLY good thing I have!"

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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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Stroth is outside. She has a table set up next to a small bonfire. Numerous alchemy supplies sit around on the table, bubbling beakers, vials of all kinds, powders of different colors, dried flowers, metal shavings, different-sized gems, and so much more. She is currently boiling down a mixture of her blight flowers in a pot that hangs over the fire. She is dressed in a simple sports bra, a pair of black leggings, her jacket is tied around her middle.

A large muscular Red Dragonborn watches her silently, sitting on the ground with crossed legs. He has two glossy white eyes, glowing at inconsistent levels. He's wearing clothes similar to Sparrow's, a brown hat and duster, no shoes, a black leather belt, black undershirt. He has a greataxe on his back, the blade coiling around like a screw, infernal runes engraved into it.

Her eyes narrow, the orange iris glowing. Sh picks up a small knife, holding it in one hand.

They remain the same, though their eyes do move, they look the same, white all over, veinless.

Suddenly, she teleports to his shoulder, the small knife now gone and replaced with a blade made of dark metal. She bares sharp teeth like a rabid dog "Who are you? Why are you watching me?" She snarls.

They put their large hands to their head, forcing it to move, the sound of cracking bone filling the air as their head begins to face them. They slowly begin to speak with a rumbling voice "Kill... Sparrow. Valentine... Sisters."

Stroth's body seems to ripple as, suddenly her skin becomes ink black. Vines made liquid sprout from her back and front violently, flowers growing on them. They grab this guy by the neck, stronger than they appear, and throw him into a tree. Stroth laughs madly "I'm not killing the ONLY good thing I have!"

He does not resist, his body easily crumbling against the tree, revealing his body is kept together by magic stitches. He then puts himself back together, getting back up slowly. He takes the axe off his back, the infernal runes beginning to appear on him as well "Valentine... Sisters... order kill. Must... kill."

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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.'

https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
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Stroth is outside. She has a table set up next to a small bonfire. Numerous alchemy supplies sit around on the table, bubbling beakers, vials of all kinds, powders of different colors, dried flowers, metal shavings, different-sized gems, and so much more. She is currently boiling down a mixture of her blight flowers in a pot that hangs over the fire. She is dressed in a simple sports bra, a pair of black leggings, her jacket is tied around her middle.

A large muscular Red Dragonborn watches her silently, sitting on the ground with crossed legs. He has two glossy white eyes, glowing at inconsistent levels. He's wearing clothes similar to Sparrow's, a brown hat and duster, no shoes, a black leather belt, black undershirt. He has a greataxe on his back, the blade coiling around like a screw, infernal runes engraved into it.

Her eyes narrow, the orange iris glowing. Sh picks up a small knife, holding it in one hand.

They remain the same, though their eyes do move, they look the same, white all over, veinless.

Suddenly, she teleports to his shoulder, the small knife now gone and replaced with a blade made of dark metal. She bares sharp teeth like a rabid dog "Who are you? Why are you watching me?" She snarls.

They put their large hands to their head, forcing it to move, the sound of cracking bone filling the air as their head begins to face them. They slowly begin to speak with a rumbling voice "Kill... Sparrow. Valentine... Sisters."

Stroth's body seems to ripple as, suddenly her skin becomes ink black. Vines made liquid sprout from her back and front violently, flowers growing on them. They grab this guy by the neck, stronger than they appear, and throw him into a tree. Stroth laughs madly "I'm not killing the ONLY good thing I have!"

He does not resist, his body easily crumbling against the tree, revealing his body is kept together by magic stitches. He then puts himself back together, getting back up slowly. He takes the axe off his back, the infernal runes beginning to appear on him as well "Valentine... Sisters... order kill. Must... kill."

She cracks her neck to the side, the teeth in her mouth growing sharp like needles. She see's the infernal ruins and raises a hand {Make a DEX save}

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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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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
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Stroth is outside. She has a table set up next to a small bonfire. Numerous alchemy supplies sit around on the table, bubbling beakers, vials of all kinds, powders of different colors, dried flowers, metal shavings, different-sized gems, and so much more. She is currently boiling down a mixture of her blight flowers in a pot that hangs over the fire. She is dressed in a simple sports bra, a pair of black leggings, her jacket is tied around her middle.

A large muscular Red Dragonborn watches her silently, sitting on the ground with crossed legs. He has two glossy white eyes, glowing at inconsistent levels. He's wearing clothes similar to Sparrow's, a brown hat and duster, no shoes, a black leather belt, black undershirt. He has a greataxe on his back, the blade coiling around like a screw, infernal runes engraved into it.

Her eyes narrow, the orange iris glowing. Sh picks up a small knife, holding it in one hand.

They remain the same, though their eyes do move, they look the same, white all over, veinless.

Suddenly, she teleports to his shoulder, the small knife now gone and replaced with a blade made of dark metal. She bares sharp teeth like a rabid dog "Who are you? Why are you watching me?" She snarls.

They put their large hands to their head, forcing it to move, the sound of cracking bone filling the air as their head begins to face them. They slowly begin to speak with a rumbling voice "Kill... Sparrow. Valentine... Sisters."

Stroth's body seems to ripple as, suddenly her skin becomes ink black. Vines made liquid sprout from her back and front violently, flowers growing on them. They grab this guy by the neck, stronger than they appear, and throw him into a tree. Stroth laughs madly "I'm not killing the ONLY good thing I have!"

He does not resist, his body easily crumbling against the tree, revealing his body is kept together by magic stitches. He then puts himself back together, getting back up slowly. He takes the axe off his back, the infernal runes beginning to appear on him as well "Valentine... Sisters... order kill. Must... kill."

She cracks her neck to the side, the teeth in her mouth growing sharp like needles. She see's the infernal ruins and raises a hand {Make a DEX save}

Dex save:17 If fails he uses Frantical focus:13

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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.'

https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
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Graffiti depicting the masks of The Hand of God has been popping up all over the town. In the early morning a few figures are seen leaping across rooftops heading towards a warehouse with the lights on.

Theren is sitting in the library eyes glowing as he floats in a summoning circle, spirits flying around him.

Phoenix is in the woods, dressed in his military fatigues. His rifle is in hand with a silencer on it as he hunts down some mercenaries.

-open slots for y'all to nab whoever-

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Graffiti depicting the masks of The Hand of God has been popping up all over the town. In the early morning a few figures are seen leaping across rooftops heading towards a warehouse with the lights on.

-open slots for y'all to nab whoever-

Denji has seen the graffiti, and has been looking for something to do. He heads towards the warehouse, Pochita resting on his shoulder like it always is, both of them chomping on whatever they can to eat.

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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.'

https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
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*Allo.*

Graffiti depicting the masks of The Hand of God has been popping up all over the town. In the early morning a few figures are seen leaping across rooftops heading towards a warehouse with the lights on.

-open slots for y'all to nab whoever-

Denji has seen the graffiti, and has been looking for something to do. He heads towards the warehouse, Pochita resting on his shoulder like it always is, both of them chomping on whatever they can to eat.

*Did...did you bring chainsaw man into this..?*

The few figures are covered in shadows and perched near the windows, weapons drawn as a small gang inside the warehouse start to load goods into a horse cart

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*Allo.*

Graffiti depicting the masks of The Hand of God has been popping up all over the town. In the early morning a few figures are seen leaping across rooftops heading towards a warehouse with the lights on.

-open slots for y'all to nab whoever-

Denji has seen the graffiti, and has been looking for something to do. He heads towards the warehouse, Pochita resting on his shoulder like it always is, both of them chomping on whatever they can to eat.

*Did...did you bring chainsaw man into this..?*

The few figures are covered in shadows and perched near the windows, weapons drawn as a small gang inside the warehouse start to load goods into a horse cart

*Indeed I did, he is indeed a chainsaw man.*

Denji just walks to the main door, knocking on it while eating a burger from a garbage can he found. They do is the people and the weapons, but they aren't much worried.

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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.'

https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
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Stroth is outside. She has a table set up next to a small bonfire. Numerous alchemy supplies sit around on the table, bubbling beakers, vials of all kinds, powders of different colors, dried flowers, metal shavings, different-sized gems, and so much more. She is currently boiling down a mixture of her blight flowers in a pot that hangs over the fire. She is dressed in a simple sports bra, a pair of black leggings, her jacket is tied around her middle.

A large muscular Red Dragonborn watches her silently, sitting on the ground with crossed legs. He has two glossy white eyes, glowing at inconsistent levels. He's wearing clothes similar to Sparrow's, a brown hat and duster, no shoes, a black leather belt, black undershirt. He has a greataxe on his back, the blade coiling around like a screw, infernal runes engraved into it.

Her eyes narrow, the orange iris glowing. Sh picks up a small knife, holding it in one hand.

They remain the same, though their eyes do move, they look the same, white all over, veinless.

Suddenly, she teleports to his shoulder, the small knife now gone and replaced with a blade made of dark metal. She bares sharp teeth like a rabid dog "Who are you? Why are you watching me?" She snarls.

They put their large hands to their head, forcing it to move, the sound of cracking bone filling the air as their head begins to face them. They slowly begin to speak with a rumbling voice "Kill... Sparrow. Valentine... Sisters."

Stroth's body seems to ripple as, suddenly her skin becomes ink black. Vines made liquid sprout from her back and front violently, flowers growing on them. They grab this guy by the neck, stronger than they appear, and throw him into a tree. Stroth laughs madly "I'm not killing the ONLY good thing I have!"

He does not resist, his body easily crumbling against the tree, revealing his body is kept together by magic stitches. He then puts himself back together, getting back up slowly. He takes the axe off his back, the infernal runes beginning to appear on him as well "Valentine... Sisters... order kill. Must... kill."

She cracks her neck to the side, the teeth in her mouth growing sharp like needles. She see's the infernal ruins and raises a hand {Make a DEX save}

Dex save:10 If fails he uses Frantical focus:18

Both still fail as he is blasted with a beam of holy light from her palm. 74 radiant damage.

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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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*Allo.*

Graffiti depicting the masks of The Hand of God has been popping up all over the town. In the early morning a few figures are seen leaping across rooftops heading towards a warehouse with the lights on.

-open slots for y'all to nab whoever-

Denji has seen the graffiti, and has been looking for something to do. He heads towards the warehouse, Pochita resting on his shoulder like it always is, both of them chomping on whatever they can to eat.

*Did...did you bring chainsaw man into this..?*

The few figures are covered in shadows and perched near the windows, weapons drawn as a small gang inside the warehouse start to load goods into a horse cart

*Indeed I did, he is indeed a chainsaw man.*

Denji just walks to the main door, knocking on it while eating a burger from a garbage can he found. They do is the people and the weapons, but they aren't much worried.

*oh lawd*

One of the gang members inside wearing the mask of a rat looks confused. "Who...?" There is then a shattering noise as the windows above are broken and The Hand of God members jump down, getting into a fight with the rat masked people

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*chaos reigns*

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Both still fail as he is blasted with a beam of holy light from her palm. 74 radiant damage.

The holy light burns away most of his flesh, leaving bone where it used to be. The infernal runes on him glow brighter, Dex save or take 14 damage. He goes into a rage, blowing his dragon breath onto his axe, lighting it before charging her with two brutish heavy axe swings. To hit:19 17 Damage:20+20 25

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'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'

'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'

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*Allo.*

Graffiti depicting the masks of The Hand of God has been popping up all over the town. In the early morning a few figures are seen leaping across rooftops heading towards a warehouse with the lights on.

-open slots for y'all to nab whoever-

Denji has seen the graffiti, and has been looking for something to do. He heads towards the warehouse, Pochita resting on his shoulder like it always is, both of them chomping on whatever they can to eat.

*Did...did you bring chainsaw man into this..?*

The few figures are covered in shadows and perched near the windows, weapons drawn as a small gang inside the warehouse start to load goods into a horse cart

*Indeed I did, he is indeed a chainsaw man.*

Denji just walks to the main door, knocking on it while eating a burger from a garbage can he found. They do is the people and the weapons, but they aren't much worried.

*oh lawd*

One of the gang members inside wearing the mask of a rat looks confused. "Who...?" There is then a shattering noise as the windows above are broken and The Hand of God members jump down, getting into a fight with the rat masked people

Denji lets himself inside, just watching the fight, although if anyone tries to attack him, Pochita puts a chainsaw in their face before going back to eating the borgor with him.

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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.'

https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
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*YAY! MAY CHAOS TAKE THE WORLD!*

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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.'

https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
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Both still fail as he is blasted with a beam of holy light from her palm. 74 radiant damage.

The holy light burns away most of his flesh, leaving bone where it used to be. The infernal runes on him glow brighter, Dex save or take 9 damage. He goes into a rage, blowing his dragon breath onto his axe, lighting it before charging her with two brutish heavy axe swings. To hit:22 25 Damage:30+17 24

*Oh forgot the fire breath damage:22 21*

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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.'

https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
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*Allo.*

Graffiti depicting the masks of The Hand of God has been popping up all over the town. In the early morning a few figures are seen leaping across rooftops heading towards a warehouse with the lights on.

-open slots for y'all to nab whoever-

Denji has seen the graffiti, and has been looking for something to do. He heads towards the warehouse, Pochita resting on his shoulder like it always is, both of them chomping on whatever they can to eat.

*Did...did you bring chainsaw man into this..?*

The few figures are covered in shadows and perched near the windows, weapons drawn as a small gang inside the warehouse start to load goods into a horse cart

*Indeed I did, he is indeed a chainsaw man.*

Denji just walks to the main door, knocking on it while eating a burger from a garbage can he found. They do is the people and the weapons, but they aren't much worried.

*oh lawd*

One of the gang members inside wearing the mask of a rat looks confused. "Who...?" There is then a shattering noise as the windows above are broken and The Hand of God members jump down, getting into a fight with the rat masked people

Denji lets himself inside, just watching the fight, although if anyone tries to attack him, Pochita puts a chainsaw in their face before going back to eating the borgor with him.

*Pretty sure i just aced a test*

The Hand of God members are beating and shooting the rat masked people, although the rat masked man at the door swings at Denji with a baseball bat.

Attack: 13 Damage: 25

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