Traitor is pacing aimlessly about outside the Inn, internally plotting something.
KK is continuing her work on trying to create her new vessel.
(might have slow responses though. I am very mentally drained)
Isaac comes in to check on her progress
*Understandable. Take as much time as you need :)*
The vessel concept that KK is working on is a somewhat unnerving mixture of stitched-together mannequin parts, suspended above the ground in places by long cables. It's a bit difficult to discern specific details from its abominable design, though the ones that are immediately eye-catching are the model's eight arms and bird-like wings.
KK looks down at Isaac from the step-ladder she is standing on, stopping before she places a head on the monstrous mock-up. "Oh, hi, Isaac!"
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
A young, pale human runs into the tavern, his face hidden by his cloak, a huge, rune-covered greatsword slung across his back, chasing after a large mastiff, clattering through several tables with a few hasty, "Sorry!"s.
Riotan sees the running dog and stretches out an arm, the runes engraved on his scales flaring a deep purple as he casts hold monster. The mastiff must make a Wisdom save.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Traitor is pacing aimlessly about outside the Inn, internally plotting something.
KK is continuing her work on trying to create her new vessel.
(might have slow responses though. I am very mentally drained)
Isaac comes in to check on her progress
*Understandable. Take as much time as you need :)*
The vessel concept that KK is working on is a somewhat unnerving mixture of stitched-together mannequin parts, suspended above the ground in places by long cables. It's a bit difficult to discern specific details from its abominable design, though the ones that are immediately eye-catching are the model's eight arms and bird-like wings.
KK looks down at Isaac from the step-ladder she is standing on, stopping before she places a head on the monstrous mock-up. "Oh, hi, Isaac!"
(Glad the PSAT is over at least)
He looks at it "hello. you've got a good concept here but how do you plan to make it functional?"
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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
“…they might not be safe then. Mind if I take one, just to check it out?” He summons a mage hand to hold it.
She picks one off herself again and hands it to the mage hand "Of course professor. I assume they’re safe, they seem to have given me druidic abilities."
“I- what?! You never mentioned that!” He looks surprised but chuckles. “Well then that simplifies things incredibly! I was under the impression you had no magical abilities to begin with, which is no real issue but would have taken up quite a bit of time. A spore druid like yourself is already well on the path to becoming a necromancer, arcane or not.”
She takes her mask off, her face very pretty, along with all her other things, revealing a fit body and even more mushrooms along her dark, chocolaty flesh. She takes off her gloves before dressing in a lab coat "Oh that's fabulous to know. I was worried by path to necromancy would be more difficult than that, although I was prepared for that."
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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.'
*Maybe with a hooked head. That could be interesting. It could also be used as a grappling hook, and maybe it splits with enough force to say, launch him into the air. I could also give him a bad leg to go with it.*
Curse seems a bit sympathetic, given his similar postion. "You need any help?
*Giving him a bum leg would be a fun detail. A hook would also work with the whole horror aspect.*
He looks up, he's been looking confused at an avocado for the past few minutes "Huh? Sure thing pardner."
Butcher nods. "So, what are you looking for? A healthy and delicious meal, I'm guessing?"
He shrugs, rubbing his beard "I'd like to have somethin' that doesn't leave me with an addiction."
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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.'
Traitor is pacing aimlessly about outside the Inn, internally plotting something.
KK is continuing her work on trying to create her new vessel.
(might have slow responses though. I am very mentally drained)
Isaac comes in to check on her progress
*Understandable. Take as much time as you need :)*
The vessel concept that KK is working on is a somewhat unnerving mixture of stitched-together mannequin parts, suspended above the ground in places by long cables. It's a bit difficult to discern specific details from its abominable design, though the ones that are immediately eye-catching are the model's eight arms and bird-like wings.
KK looks down at Isaac from the step-ladder she is standing on, stopping before she places a head on the monstrous mock-up. "Oh, hi, Isaac!"
(Glad the PSAT is over at least)
He looks at it "hello. you've got a good concept here but how do you plan to make it functional?"
"I... I hadn't actually thought of that yet. I'll cross that bridge once I get to it." She finishes placing the head on the rest of the design. "Maybe something to do with necromancy? Would that even be the right school of magic?"
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
She can feel his visceral essence rubbing off on the bottle as it leaves his hand. "It's hard to keep it from coagulating, but there are enough chemicals and curses in this place that it hardly matters what reality or even unreality normally dictates."
It may have been apparent before, but now it's undeniable: this man embodies this carnage, the possession this power has over this land.
"What is real or not does tend to kill the fun of doing the impossible." She takes a sip from the blood. From the way the shadows seem to bend around her- how they part where she steps, how they darken upon meeting her gaze- it's readily apparent that she is the cold darkness incarnate. A personification of the absence of light itself- as paradoxical as a being born of the absence of something is.
"I sense we are of similar nature, though of different domains."
*You up for continuing this, Baalze?*
*Sure!*
You missed your opening. You are in danger, Yvonne.
"Maybe we are. I wouldn't know all that well." He sips his own bottle.
“…they might not be safe then. Mind if I take one, just to check it out?” He summons a mage hand to hold it.
She picks one off herself again and hands it to the mage hand "Of course professor. I assume they’re safe, they seem to have given me druidic abilities."
“I- what?! You never mentioned that!” He looks surprised but chuckles. “Well then that simplifies things incredibly! I was under the impression you had no magical abilities to begin with, which is no real issue but would have taken up quite a bit of time. A spore druid like yourself is already well on the path to becoming a necromancer, arcane or not.”
She takes her mask off, her face very pretty, along with all her other things, revealing a fit body and even more mushrooms along her dark, chocolaty flesh. She takes off her gloves before dressing in a lab coat "Oh that's fabulous to know. I was worried by path to necromancy would be more difficult than that, although I was prepared for that."
“It’s simpler than you might think. Well, simple to begin. But it can be very difficult to master. I’ve spent 500 years in my pursuit of necrotic knowledge, and there are some secrets I still haven’t uncovered. Granted, many of those secrets would just turn me into an allip, but…”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
She can feel his visceral essence rubbing off on the bottle as it leaves his hand. "It's hard to keep it from coagulating, but there are enough chemicals and curses in this place that it hardly matters what reality or even unreality normally dictates."
It may have been apparent before, but now it's undeniable: this man embodies this carnage, the possession this power has over this land.
"What is real or not does tend to kill the fun of doing the impossible." She takes a sip from the blood. From the way the shadows seem to bend around her- how they part where she steps, how they darken upon meeting her gaze- it's readily apparent that she is the cold darkness incarnate. A personification of the absence of light itself- as paradoxical as a being born of the absence of something is.
"I sense we are of similar nature, though of different domains."
*You up for continuing this, Baalze?*
*Sure!*
You missed your opening. You are in danger, Yvonne.
"Maybe we are. I wouldn't know all that well." He sips his own bottle.
She smiles, sitting down on a nearby crate. "I just sensed something... similar. A bond of similar nature between us and our respective forces that are so great they seep into the very soil and twist the world to their whims... or maybe I'm just overthinking it."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
A young, pale human runs into the tavern, his face hidden by his cloak, a huge, rune-covered greatsword slung across his back, chasing after a large mastiff, clattering through several tables with a few hasty, "Sorry!"s.
Riotan sees the running dog and stretches out an arm, the runes engraved on his scales flaring a deep purple as he casts hold monster. The mastiff must make a Wisdom save.
The mastiff fails, and is now under Riotan's control. The human walks up to him and offers a hand. "Sorry, that's Peoz. He's gets quite excited when he smells meat. I'm Eriol, Rat-Exterminator Extraordinaire, nice to meet your acquaintance."
A young storyteller who wanders the lands of lore, weaving a tale at every request. Has a lot of Cramorants. Major twenty one pilots fan. Certified Joker. Writer of Very Fishy Diaries and huge Lemony Snicket fan. He/him. A Warrior of Words, Vindicator of Vocabulary, Paladin of Poetry, and a Lancer of Language.
“…they might not be safe then. Mind if I take one, just to check it out?” He summons a mage hand to hold it.
She picks one off herself again and hands it to the mage hand "Of course professor. I assume they’re safe, they seem to have given me druidic abilities."
“I- what?! You never mentioned that!” He looks surprised but chuckles. “Well then that simplifies things incredibly! I was under the impression you had no magical abilities to begin with, which is no real issue but would have taken up quite a bit of time. A spore druid like yourself is already well on the path to becoming a necromancer, arcane or not.”
She takes her mask off, her face very pretty, along with all her other things, revealing a fit body and even more mushrooms along her dark, chocolaty flesh. She takes off her gloves before dressing in a lab coat "Oh that's fabulous to know. I was worried by path to necromancy would be more difficult than that, although I was prepared for that."
“It’s simpler than you might think. Well, simple to begin. But it can be very difficult to master. I’ve spent 500 years in my pursuit of necrotic knowledge, and there are some secrets I still haven’t uncovered. Granted, many of those secrets would just turn me into an allip, but…”
She rubs her hands together like a fly about to have a meal "So much knowledge out of my reach, its going to be so interesting when I learn it all. Or at least as much as I can, I doubt I will live five hundred years myself."
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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.'
A young, pale human runs into the tavern, his face hidden by his cloak, a huge, rune-covered greatsword slung across his back, chasing after a large mastiff, clattering through several tables with a few hasty, "Sorry!"s.
Riotan sees the running dog and stretches out an arm, the runes engraved on his scales flaring a deep purple as he casts hold monster. The mastiff must make a Wisdom save.
The mastiff fails, and is now under Riotan's control. The human walks up to him and offers a hand. "Sorry, that's Peoz. He's gets quite excited when he smells meat. I'm Eriol, Rat-Exterminator Extraordinaire, nice to meet your acquaintance."
The runes fade, and Riotan ends the spell, using the same hand to shake Eriol’s. “Welcome to the Lord’s Rest. You’ll probably end up having to exterminate more than just rodents.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
You missed your opening. You are in danger, Yvonne.
"Maybe we are. I wouldn't know all that well." He sips his own bottle.
She smiles, sitting down on a nearby crate. "I just sensed something... similar. A bond of similar nature between us and our respective forces that are so great they seep into the very soil and twist the world to their whims... or maybe I'm just overthinking it."
*I have no idea what to say here. I really need to develop this character further. Or maybe I'm just not in a good state of mind right now.*
“…they might not be safe then. Mind if I take one, just to check it out?” He summons a mage hand to hold it.
She picks one off herself again and hands it to the mage hand "Of course professor. I assume they’re safe, they seem to have given me druidic abilities."
“I- what?! You never mentioned that!” He looks surprised but chuckles. “Well then that simplifies things incredibly! I was under the impression you had no magical abilities to begin with, which is no real issue but would have taken up quite a bit of time. A spore druid like yourself is already well on the path to becoming a necromancer, arcane or not.”
She takes her mask off, her face very pretty, along with all her other things, revealing a fit body and even more mushrooms along her dark, chocolaty flesh. She takes off her gloves before dressing in a lab coat "Oh that's fabulous to know. I was worried by path to necromancy would be more difficult than that, although I was prepared for that."
“It’s simpler than you might think. Well, simple to begin. But it can be very difficult to master. I’ve spent 500 years in my pursuit of necrotic knowledge, and there are some secrets I still haven’t uncovered. Granted, many of those secrets would just turn me into an allip, but…”
She rubs her hands together like a fly about to have a meal "So much knowledge out of my reach, it’s going to be so interesting when I learn it all. Or at least as much as I can, I doubt I will live five hundred years myself."
“Don’t necessarily concern yourself just with learning that which is already known. Rather, once you know enough, use it to discover something new. That is the truest way to excel in any field, especially a magical one.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A young, pale human runs into the tavern, his face hidden by his cloak, a huge, rune-covered greatsword slung across his back, chasing after a large mastiff, clattering through several tables with a few hasty, "Sorry!"s.
Riotan sees the running dog and stretches out an arm, the runes engraved on his scales flaring a deep purple as he casts hold monster. The mastiff must make a Wisdom save.
The mastiff fails, and is now under Riotan's control. The human walks up to him and offers a hand. "Sorry, that's Peoz. He's gets quite excited when he smells meat. I'm Eriol, Rat-Exterminator Extraordinaire, nice to meet your acquaintance."
The runes fade, and Riotan ends the spell, using the same hand to shake Eriol’s. “Welcome to the Lord’s Rest. You’ll probably end up having to exterminate more than just rodents.”
"What do you mean?" Eriol blocks Peoz from leaping over into a plate of ham.
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A young storyteller who wanders the lands of lore, weaving a tale at every request. Has a lot of Cramorants. Major twenty one pilots fan. Certified Joker. Writer of Very Fishy Diaries and huge Lemony Snicket fan. He/him. A Warrior of Words, Vindicator of Vocabulary, Paladin of Poetry, and a Lancer of Language.
You missed your opening. You are in danger, Yvonne.
"Maybe we are. I wouldn't know all that well." He sips his own bottle.
She smiles, sitting down on a nearby crate. "I just sensed something... similar. A bond of similar nature between us and our respective forces that are so great they seep into the very soil and twist the world to their whims... or maybe I'm just overthinking it."
*I have no idea what to say here. I really need to develop this character further. Or maybe I'm just not in a good state of mind right now.*
*It's alright. Take as much time as you need, friend :)*
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
“Don’t necessarily concern yourself just with learning that which is already known. Rather, once you know enough, use it to discover something new. That is the truest way to excel in any field, especially a magical one.”
"Oh so you want me to innovate where there is nothing yet made. Hmm, interesting, I will likely try, but first I must gain and understanding." She looks to her wrist as if there is a watch there, there isn't, "Seems about time for lunch. Want anything?"
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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.'
*Understandable. Take as much time as you need :)*
The vessel concept that KK is working on is a somewhat unnerving mixture of stitched-together mannequin parts, suspended above the ground in places by long cables. It's a bit difficult to discern specific details from its abominable design, though the ones that are immediately eye-catching are the model's eight arms and bird-like wings.
KK looks down at Isaac from the step-ladder she is standing on, stopping before she places a head on the monstrous mock-up. "Oh, hi, Isaac!"
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Riotan sees the running dog and stretches out an arm, the runes engraved on his scales flaring a deep purple as he casts hold monster. The mastiff must make a Wisdom save.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
(Glad the PSAT is over at least)
He looks at it "hello. you've got a good concept here but how do you plan to make it functional?"
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
She takes her mask off, her face very pretty, along with all her other things, revealing a fit body and even more mushrooms along her dark, chocolaty flesh. She takes off her gloves before dressing in a lab coat "Oh that's fabulous to know. I was worried by path to necromancy would be more difficult than that, although I was prepared for that."
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.)
He shrugs, rubbing his beard "I'd like to have somethin' that doesn't leave me with an addiction."
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.)
"I... I hadn't actually thought of that yet. I'll cross that bridge once I get to it." She finishes placing the head on the rest of the design. "Maybe something to do with necromancy? Would that even be the right school of magic?"
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*Sure!*
You missed your opening. You are in danger, Yvonne.
"Maybe we are. I wouldn't know all that well." He sips his own bottle.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“It’s simpler than you might think. Well, simple to begin. But it can be very difficult to master. I’ve spent 500 years in my pursuit of necrotic knowledge, and there are some secrets I still haven’t uncovered. Granted, many of those secrets would just turn me into an allip, but…”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"That covers most things here, from firewood to chicken legs. Anything more specific?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She smiles, sitting down on a nearby crate. "I just sensed something... similar. A bond of similar nature between us and our respective forces that are so great they seep into the very soil and twist the world to their whims... or maybe I'm just overthinking it."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*It takes so long to come up with something interesting for this guy to say, and I still fail.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The mastiff fails, and is now under Riotan's control. The human walks up to him and offers a hand. "Sorry, that's Peoz. He's gets quite excited when he smells meat. I'm Eriol, Rat-Exterminator Extraordinaire, nice to meet your acquaintance."
A young storyteller who wanders the lands of lore, weaving a tale at every request. Has a lot of Cramorants. Major twenty one pilots fan. Certified Joker. Writer of Very Fishy Diaries and huge Lemony Snicket fan. He/him. A Warrior of Words, Vindicator of Vocabulary, Paladin of Poetry, and a Lancer of Language.
LOYAL FOLLOWER OF JEFF! PRAISE JEFF!!!
The Loom(my first thread)
He looks around the place "Somethin' I could eat would be nice too. Maybe somethin' like that healthy delicious meal you mentioned."
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.)
She rubs her hands together like a fly about to have a meal "So much knowledge out of my reach, its going to be so interesting when I learn it all. Or at least as much as I can, I doubt I will live five hundred years myself."
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.)
The runes fade, and Riotan ends the spell, using the same hand to shake Eriol’s. “Welcome to the Lord’s Rest. You’ll probably end up having to exterminate more than just rodents.”
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 have no idea what to say here. I really need to develop this character further. Or maybe I'm just not in a good state of mind right now.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Don’t necessarily concern yourself just with learning that which is already known. Rather, once you know enough, use it to discover something new. That is the truest way to excel in any field, especially a magical one.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"What do you mean?" Eriol blocks Peoz from leaping over into a plate of ham.
A young storyteller who wanders the lands of lore, weaving a tale at every request. Has a lot of Cramorants. Major twenty one pilots fan. Certified Joker. Writer of Very Fishy Diaries and huge Lemony Snicket fan. He/him. A Warrior of Words, Vindicator of Vocabulary, Paladin of Poetry, and a Lancer of Language.
LOYAL FOLLOWER OF JEFF! PRAISE JEFF!!!
The Loom(my first thread)
*It's alright. Take as much time as you need, friend :)*
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Oh so you want me to innovate where there is nothing yet made. Hmm, interesting, I will likely try, but first I must gain and understanding." She looks to her wrist as if there is a watch there, there isn't, "Seems about time for lunch. Want anything?"
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.)