A tall, imposing wolflike figure in a snappy fedora is outside smoking an expensive cigar
Riotan is sitting not far away, redoing the runes carved onto his scales with his scimitar.
"Hey kid" he flashes a dark-eyed glance at Riotan. "Loving the runes" his voice is suave yet punctuated with a new-york accent
“Sure. I saw Lolth descend into her pits, and I’m the kid.” He scoffs.
"Ay, loosen up a little." he takes a looooooooooooong drag
“Can’t. If I do, I’ll stab myself in the arm.”
"Smarta**" he sneers
“Why thank you!” He chirps, looking up and dropping the ornate blade. “I have both, as a matter of fact. But you really should’ve gone about things more courteously.”
"Courtesy's not a priority in my line of work"
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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)
A tall, imposing wolflike figure in a snappy fedora is outside smoking an expensive cigar
Riotan is sitting not far away, redoing the runes carved onto his scales with his scimitar.
"Hey kid" he flashes a dark-eyed glance at Riotan. "Loving the runes" his voice is suave yet punctuated with a new-york accent
“Sure. I saw Lolth descend into her pits, and I’m the kid.” He scoffs.
"Ay, loosen up a little." he takes a looooooooooooong drag
“Can’t. If I do, I’ll stab myself in the arm.”
"Smarta**" he sneers
“Why thank you!” He chirps, looking up and dropping the ornate blade. “I have both, as a matter of fact. But you really should’ve gone about things more courteously.”
"Courtesy's not a priority in my line of work"
“So you’re what, a prostitute then?” He chuckles.
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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 tall, imposing wolflike figure in a snappy fedora is outside smoking an expensive cigar
Riotan is sitting not far away, redoing the runes carved onto his scales with his scimitar.
"Hey kid" he flashes a dark-eyed glance at Riotan. "Loving the runes" his voice is suave yet punctuated with a new-york accent
“Sure. I saw Lolth descend into her pits, and I’m the kid.” He scoffs.
"Ay, loosen up a little." he takes a looooooooooooong drag
“Can’t. If I do, I’ll stab myself in the arm.”
"Smarta**" he sneers
“Why thank you!” He chirps, looking up and dropping the ornate blade. “I have both, as a matter of fact. But you really should’ve gone about things more courteously.”
"Courtesy's not a priority in my line of work"
“So you’re what, a prostitute then?” He chuckles.
"Hah! Nope. I run a 'family buisness'." he makea sly air quotes
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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)
A new game has appeared in the arcade. The cabinet looks ancient and seems to be covered in yellow wallpaper. The demo reel shows a first-person game which seems to show the player walking through an empty hotel. It's not scary by any means, it just looks like there should be NPCs.
Dracula sees the new arcade and knows what he must do, taking the money he has to spare, walking inside to play the new game himself. Ignoring anyone in the way, moving as a mist, until he reaches the game.
As soon as he puts the penny in the slot, as that is the only kind of coin it will accept, he is dropped into the game with no instruction or tutorial. It seems to be an FPS, with low poly graphics much like the original Quake. All he has is a carpet knife as a weapon.
You are on a small, dark train car going over a stormy ocean instead of tracks. Not the hotel the demo showed. You can hear the crunchy, howling winds, the low-quality crashing thunder, the white noise simulating pounding rain. There are advertisements on the walls, none of them readable. “I HAVE DREAMS, SOMETIMES.” Comes a voice, breathless, crackling, echoing. A game of this age could barely play music, let alone an understandable voice. A large figure sits across from you, dressed in a black raincoat and matching hat. It has a full 3d model, not just a sprite. “I DREAM… OF BUMBLEBEES. RESTING ON LITTLE LAVENDER FLOWERS. LAKES OF SILVER, SURROUNDED BY GOLDEN WHEAT.” The figure wheezes, a fog sprite appearing out of its mouth. “MY FRIENDS, THEY TELL ME THAT THESE ARE JUST DREAMS. STUFF AND NONSENSE.” Thunder booms right outside the car, causing the already dim lights to flicker. “BUT I HOLD ON TO MY DREAMS. AND I HOLD THEM TIGHTLY, AS I WOULD DIE IF I WERE TO LET GO.” The figure finally looks up at you. Golden eyes… far, far too many pupils, swirling madly, boring into your soul. This thing should not be in this game. It's far, far too high quality. No one would put this in a game like this. “DO YOU… HAVE SUCH DREAMS?”
A tall, imposing wolflike figure in a snappy fedora is outside smoking an expensive cigar
Riotan is sitting not far away, redoing the runes carved onto his scales with his scimitar.
"Hey kid" he flashes a dark-eyed glance at Riotan. "Loving the runes" his voice is suave yet punctuated with a new-york accent
“Sure. I saw Lolth descend into her pits, and I’m the kid.” He scoffs.
"Ay, loosen up a little." he takes a looooooooooooong drag
“Can’t. If I do, I’ll stab myself in the arm.”
"Smarta**" he sneers
“Why thank you!” He chirps, looking up and dropping the ornate blade. “I have both, as a matter of fact. But you really should’ve gone about things more courteously.”
"Courtesy's not a priority in my line of work"
“So you’re what, a prostitute then?” He chuckles.
"Hah! Nope. I run a 'family buisness'." he makea sly air quotes
“A mafioso then? Even more attractive.”
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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 tall, imposing wolflike figure in a snappy fedora is outside smoking an expensive cigar
Riotan is sitting not far away, redoing the runes carved onto his scales with his scimitar.
"Hey kid" he flashes a dark-eyed glance at Riotan. "Loving the runes" his voice is suave yet punctuated with a new-york accent
“Sure. I saw Lolth descend into her pits, and I’m the kid.” He scoffs.
"Ay, loosen up a little." he takes a looooooooooooong drag
“Can’t. If I do, I’ll stab myself in the arm.”
"Smarta**" he sneers
“Why thank you!” He chirps, looking up and dropping the ornate blade. “I have both, as a matter of fact. But you really should’ve gone about things more courteously.”
"Courtesy's not a priority in my line of work"
“So you’re what, a prostitute then?” He chuckles.
"Hah! Nope. I run a 'family buisness'." he makea sly air quotes
“A mafioso then? Even more attractive.”
"Sure you're not the prostitute? Or do you just throw yourself at any man you meet?"
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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)
A tall, imposing wolflike figure in a snappy fedora is outside smoking an expensive cigar
Riotan is sitting not far away, redoing the runes carved onto his scales with his scimitar.
"Hey kid" he flashes a dark-eyed glance at Riotan. "Loving the runes" his voice is suave yet punctuated with a new-york accent
“Sure. I saw Lolth descend into her pits, and I’m the kid.” He scoffs.
"Ay, loosen up a little." he takes a looooooooooooong drag
“Can’t. If I do, I’ll stab myself in the arm.”
"Smarta**" he sneers
“Why thank you!” He chirps, looking up and dropping the ornate blade. “I have both, as a matter of fact. But you really should’ve gone about things more courteously.”
"Courtesy's not a priority in my line of work"
“So you’re what, a prostitute then?” He chuckles.
"Hah! Nope. I run a 'family buisness'." he makea sly air quotes
“A mafioso then? Even more attractive.”
"Sure you're not the prostitute? Or do you just throw yourself at any man you meet?"
“Man. Woman. Drider. Vampire. All of those things.” He muses. “But I don’t need money. Never have never will.”
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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 chilling on the roof of the Inn, plotting out her plan of attack against the Seer. Occasionally, she stops to watch passing birds.
KK is sketching whatever comes to mind, but pauses briefly. She quizzically looks at one of her drawings for a second, before crumpling the page into a ball of paper, tossing it into the trash, and going back to her art.
The Seer is spreading her curse of decay through more of the forest.
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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)
"Courtesy's not a priority in my line of work"
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)
*y'all ever get those headaches that it's so bad that it feels like someone is drilling into your skull?*
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
“So you’re what, a prostitute then?” He chuckles.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*yyyyyyeeeeeepppppppp*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Hah! Nope. I run a 'family buisness'." he makea sly air quotes
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)
*Yeah migraines, all the time unfortunately.*
*I'm dying, oh my god...*
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
*ye, constantly sometimes*
*I hope you feel better soon :<*
*I want to die...*
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'm trying to lie down a bit but it's not doing much.*
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
As soon as he puts the penny in the slot, as that is the only kind of coin it will accept, he is dropped into the game with no instruction or tutorial. It seems to be an FPS, with low poly graphics much like the original Quake. All he has is a carpet knife as a weapon.
You are on a small, dark train car going over a stormy ocean instead of tracks. Not the hotel the demo showed. You can hear the crunchy, howling winds, the low-quality crashing thunder, the white noise simulating pounding rain. There are advertisements on the walls, none of them readable.
“I HAVE DREAMS, SOMETIMES.” Comes a voice, breathless, crackling, echoing. A game of this age could barely play music, let alone an understandable voice. A large figure sits across from you, dressed in a black raincoat and matching hat. It has a full 3d model, not just a sprite. “I DREAM… OF BUMBLEBEES. RESTING ON LITTLE LAVENDER FLOWERS. LAKES OF SILVER, SURROUNDED BY GOLDEN WHEAT.” The figure wheezes, a fog sprite appearing out of its mouth.
“MY FRIENDS, THEY TELL ME THAT THESE ARE JUST DREAMS. STUFF AND NONSENSE.”
Thunder booms right outside the car, causing the already dim lights to flicker.
“BUT I HOLD ON TO MY DREAMS. AND I HOLD THEM TIGHTLY, AS I WOULD DIE IF I WERE TO LET GO.”
The figure finally looks up at you. Golden eyes… far, far too many pupils, swirling madly, boring into your soul. This thing should not be in this game. It's far, far too high quality. No one would put this in a game like this.
“DO YOU… HAVE SUCH DREAMS?”
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“A mafioso then? Even more attractive.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Just keep your eyes closed or have a lightly cold/warm towel over them*
"Sure you're not the prostitute? Or do you just throw yourself at any man you meet?"
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)
*Use a Totem of Undying and plenty of prescription drugs*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Man. Woman. Drider. Vampire. All of those things.” He muses. “But I don’t need money. Never have never will.”
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 chilling on the roof of the Inn, plotting out her plan of attack against the Seer. Occasionally, she stops to watch passing birds.
KK is sketching whatever comes to mind, but pauses briefly. She quizzically looks at one of her drawings for a second, before crumpling the page into a ball of paper, tossing it into the trash, and going back to her art.
The Seer is spreading her curse of decay through more of the forest.
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)
*yes*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.