*I have not, unfortunately. What would it be exactly? If I may ask.*
*Well, they were originally a young Strugel architect and inventor from a very rich family, but through some backstory stuff relating to the fair folk, they wound up with their consciousness stuck in the Dream World.*
*They created their own little domain under the guidance of the court that stole him away, a big hotel with yellow wallpaper. However, their hunger in the material world grew, unable to be sated while he was stuck in eternal slumber. They began to eat all the dream food they could, trying to sate themselves as they kept building out and out, using their own heart as the boiler for the place.*
*Their hunger was only quenched after he ate one of the fey, roasted after a gas explosion. He liked it a lot.*
*There aren't many dreamy little fey beings in his domain anymore, but there are a lot of robots designed to hunt and cook them.*
*In the material world, his body has given out, now built into the foundations of a certain oversized hotel. But his mind lives on in the dark corners of others' thoughts.*
*You could call him a hungry ghost, in a way. One with a staggering IQ and all the resources it could need.*
*I have not, unfortunately. What would it be exactly? If I may ask.*
*Well, they were originally a young Strugel architect and inventor from a very rich family, but through some backstory stuff relating to the fair folk, they wound up with their consciousness stuck in the Dream World.*
*They created their own little domain under the guidance of the court that stole him away, a big hotel with yellow wallpaper. However, their hunger in the material world grew, unable to be sated while he was stuck in eternal slumber. They began to eat all the dream food they could, trying to sate themselves as they kept building out and out, using their own heart as the boiler for the place.*
*Their hunger was only quenched after he ate one of the fey, roasted after a gas explosion. He liked it a lot.*
*There aren't many dreamy little fey beings in his domain anymore, but there are a lot of robots designed to hunt and cook them.*
*In the material world, his body has given out, now built into the foundations of a certain oversized hotel. But his mind lives on in the dark corners of others' thoughts.*
*You could call him a hungry ghost, in a way. One with a staggering IQ and all the resources it could need.*
*Hmm, interesting. Very interesting concept indeed.*
*Well, they were originally a young Strugel architect and inventor from a very rich family, but through some backstory stuff relating to the fair folk, they wound up with their consciousness stuck in the Dream World.*
*They created their own little domain under the guidance of the court that stole him away, a big hotel with yellow wallpaper. However, their hunger in the material world grew, unable to be sated while he was stuck in eternal slumber. They began to eat all the dream food they could, trying to sate themselves as they kept building out and out, using their own heart as the boiler for the place.*
*Their hunger was only quenched after he ate one of the fey, roasted after a gas explosion. He liked it a lot.*
*There aren't many dreamy little fey beings in his domain anymore, but there are a lot of robots designed to hunt and cook them.*
*In the material world, his body has given out, now built into the foundations of a certain oversized hotel. But his mind lives on in the dark corners of others' thoughts.*
*You could call him a hungry ghost, in a way. One with a staggering IQ and all the resources it could need.*
*Hmm, interesting. Very interesting concept indeed.*
*I'm not sure whether to intro him or his nemesis first. Neither of them are good guys, but first impressions matter.*
*Well, they were originally a young Strugel architect and inventor from a very rich family, but through some backstory stuff relating to the fair folk, they wound up with their consciousness stuck in the Dream World.*
*They created their own little domain under the guidance of the court that stole him away, a big hotel with yellow wallpaper. However, their hunger in the material world grew, unable to be sated while he was stuck in eternal slumber. They began to eat all the dream food they could, trying to sate themselves as they kept building out and out, using their own heart as the boiler for the place.*
*Their hunger was only quenched after he ate one of the fey, roasted after a gas explosion. He liked it a lot.*
*There aren't many dreamy little fey beings in his domain anymore, but there are a lot of robots designed to hunt and cook them.*
*In the material world, his body has given out, now built into the foundations of a certain oversized hotel. But his mind lives on in the dark corners of others' thoughts.*
*You could call him a hungry ghost, in a way. One with a staggering IQ and all the resources it could need.*
*Hmm, interesting. Very interesting concept indeed.*
*I'm not sure whether to intro him or his nemesis first. Neither of them are good guys, but first impressions matter.*
*I would say that depends on who they interact with more than anything else, it takes two to tango after all my good chum.*
*Does anyone want to roleplay? If so, would you mind picking the characters you would like to deal with?*
*Hmmm...*
Rowan has a strange dream, one that the Mask can choose to join in on. They are in a hotel with yellow wallpaper, standing at the entrance with all their usual equipment. A withered, barren-looking eladrin sits at the bar nearby, the only other being here. He looks at Rowan (and possibly the Mask's mental image of itself put into the dream world) and says something, his voice muffled to the point of indecipherability.
*That sounds like you don’t want to pick, I’m fine with picking if you want.*
*It's more like I don't know who I want to use to interact lol*
*Are you feeling a particular type of character right now? Cool guys, sad guys, scientist guys, crazy people?*
*I have a fleshy abomination that is basically a zombie juggernaut, a Darklord, five wizards, an arcane teacher, a wolfboy, two Tielfings, seven elves and much more.*
*Does anyone want to roleplay? If so, would you mind picking the characters you would like to deal with?*
*Hmmm...*
Rowan has a strange dream, one that the Mask can choose to join in on. They are in a hotel with yellow wallpaper, standing at the entrance with all their usual equipment. A withered, barren-looking eladrin sits at the bar nearby, the only other being here. He looks at Rowan (and possibly the Mask's mental image of itself put into the dream world) and says something, his voice muffled to the point of indecipherability.
The Mask takes the form of a faceless white entity wearing a simple black three piece suit, Rowan wearing simple clothes. The Mask leans against one of the walls calmly as Rowan looks around confused “What is going on, where are we?”
*That sounds like you don’t want to pick, I’m fine with picking if you want.*
*It's more like I don't know who I want to use to interact lol*
*Are you feeling a particular type of character right now? Cool guys, sad guys, scientist guys, crazy people?*
*I have a fleshy abomination that is basically a zombie juggernaut, a Darklord, five wizards, an arcane teacher, a wolfboy, two Tielfings, seven elves and much more.*
*Hmm, that’s a lot of characters honestly, I don’t know if I can help you there, other than advising you to narrow it down slowly, one by one based on who you want to interact with.*
*That sounds like you don’t want to pick, I’m fine with picking if you want.*
*It's more like I don't know who I want to use to interact lol*
*Are you feeling a particular type of character right now? Cool guys, sad guys, scientist guys, crazy people?*
*I have a fleshy abomination that is basically a zombie juggernaut, a Darklord, five wizards, an arcane teacher, a wolfboy, two Tielfings, seven elves and much more.*
*Hmm, that’s a lot of characters honestly, I don’t know if I can help you there, other than advising you to narrow it down slowly, one by one based on who you want to interact with.*
*Idk TBH, I have a lot of characters and honestly, I produce them at such a high rate some of them just aren't fun anymore or I'm like, man that a horrible concept..*
Rowan has a strange dream, one that the Mask can choose to join in on. They are in a hotel with yellow wallpaper, standing at the entrance with all their usual equipment. A withered, barren-looking eladrin sits at the bar nearby, the only other being here. He looks at Rowan (and possibly the Mask's mental image of itself put into the dream world) and says something, his voice muffled to the point of indecipherability.
The Mask takes the form of a faceless white entity wearing a simple black three piece suit, Rowan wearing simple clothes. The Mask leans against one of the walls calmly as Rowan looks around confused “What is going on, where are we?”
The eladrin speaks again, slightly clearer this time. "You're lost. That's how it works. The one who caught you is hiding somewhere in the hotel."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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*Well, they were originally a young Strugel architect and inventor from a very rich family, but through some backstory stuff relating to the fair folk, they wound up with their consciousness stuck in the Dream World.*
*They created their own little domain under the guidance of the court that stole him away, a big hotel with yellow wallpaper. However, their hunger in the material world grew, unable to be sated while he was stuck in eternal slumber. They began to eat all the dream food they could, trying to sate themselves as they kept building out and out, using their own heart as the boiler for the place.*
*Their hunger was only quenched after he ate one of the fey, roasted after a gas explosion. He liked it a lot.*
*There aren't many dreamy little fey beings in his domain anymore, but there are a lot of robots designed to hunt and cook them.*
*In the material world, his body has given out, now built into the foundations of a certain oversized hotel. But his mind lives on in the dark corners of others' thoughts.*
*You could call him a hungry ghost, in a way. One with a staggering IQ and all the resources it could need.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I forgot how real Resident Evil could be if we had no laws to stop scientist's from using animals for experiments.*
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
*Scagdeads*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Hmm, interesting. Very interesting concept indeed.*
*Yeah it is kinda crazy in that way if you think about it. The only thing separating fact and fiction is what we are willing to try.*
*I love resident evil honestly but there is a line between fact and fiction, as you said.*
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 not sure whether to intro him or his nemesis first. Neither of them are good guys, but first impressions matter.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I love resident evil too, it is a very good game series, and is absolutely iconic. Deeply so.*
*I would say that depends on who they interact with more than anything else, it takes two to tango after all my good chum.*
*Does anyone want to roleplay? If so, would you mind picking the characters you would like to deal with?*
*Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.*
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 like you don’t want to pick, I’m fine with picking if you want.*
*It's more like I don't know who I want to use to interact lol*
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
*Hmmm...*
Rowan has a strange dream, one that the Mask can choose to join in on. They are in a hotel with yellow wallpaper, standing at the entrance with all their usual equipment. A withered, barren-looking eladrin sits at the bar nearby, the only other being here. He looks at Rowan (and possibly the Mask's mental image of itself put into the dream world) and says something, his voice muffled to the point of indecipherability.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Are you feeling a particular type of character right now? Cool guys, sad guys, scientist guys, crazy people?*
*I have a fleshy abomination that is basically a zombie juggernaut, a Darklord, five wizards, an arcane teacher, a wolfboy, two Tielfings, seven elves and much more.*
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
The Mask takes the form of a faceless white entity wearing a simple black three piece suit, Rowan wearing simple clothes. The Mask leans against one of the walls calmly as Rowan looks around confused “What is going on, where are we?”
*Hmm, that’s a lot of characters honestly, I don’t know if I can help you there, other than advising you to narrow it down slowly, one by one based on who you want to interact with.*
*Idk TBH, I have a lot of characters and honestly, I produce them at such a high rate some of them just aren't fun anymore or I'm like, man that a horrible concept..*
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
The eladrin speaks again, slightly clearer this time. "You're lost. That's how it works. The one who caught you is hiding somewhere in the hotel."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels