Podmorski is drinking and smoking out in a field of flowers, having a little picnic for himself. A mechanical abomination is cooking little animals and fae inside of itself and serving them to the strugel.
*Hey everyone, I suppose I’m alive another day. How are y’all doin?*
*Good. I'm on here now.*
*Happy to see that, and hear you’re doing good.*
*Thank you. How's life on your end of the bridge?*
*That is a way to phrase things for someone with bad mental health. Things are fine for me, rn though.*
*It is? If so, I apologise for potentially indicating that your mental health was in poor condition.*
*Also that's good*
*Nah nah nah, it’s fine, my first thought was just jumping off a bridge. Anyway, wanna rp?*
*Sure. I've got a char and I'm planning on introducing another soon*
*Cool, what kind of vibes do you want in my characters? I’ve got a little bit of everything.*
*Preferably serious, but anything else is fine as long as they aren't mad*
*Serious can be done, although most of mine aren’t, how about a spirit hunter with lightning powers?*
*Sounds good.*
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Podmorski is drinking and smoking out in a field of flowers, having a little picnic for himself. A mechanical abomination is cooking little animals and fae inside of itself and serving them to the strugel.
Podmorski sees a horse on a nearby path, a cloaked rider atop it.
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If you're reading this, then you've probably managed to catch me in the ten or so minutes every few weeks that I check in on my favourite rainbow bowl of randoms. Or you're looking at my older messages. If so, then stop, time travel is illegal here
If you're reading this, then you've probably managed to catch me in the ten or so minutes every few weeks that I check in on my favourite rainbow bowl of randoms. Or you're looking at my older messages. If so, then stop, time travel is illegal here
*Sure, if you want to. Do you want somebody in particular?*
*Not really. I was thinking of maybe Graverobber, Leper, Rag, or Sparrow, but I'm trying to only do one interaction at once per person so I can make good time.*
*Sure, if you want to. Do you want somebody in particular?*
*Not really. I was thinking of maybe Graverobber, Leper, Rag, or Sparrow, but I'm trying to only do one interaction at once per person so I can make good time.*
*Sure thing man, I perfectly understand, I’ll set one of em up for ya, and then we can rp.*
Sparrow is walking back into town from the forest, or rather stumbling, there are hole in him, flesh blown off of his body, left in pieces. He looks more injured than he usually does, looking like Swiss cheese.
If you're reading this, then you've probably managed to catch me in the ten or so minutes every few weeks that I check in on my favourite rainbow bowl of randoms. Or you're looking at my older messages. If so, then stop, time travel is illegal here
Podmorski sees a horse on a nearby path, a cloaked rider atop it.
He thinks for a little bit before waving the man over, holding up a hot rainbow barbecue sandwich. "Care to join me?"
The horse stops, seemingly of its own accord, and the man effortlessly dismounts. He walks over. His hood obscures part of his face, leaving just a mouth visible. "Why not?" He says, grinning. The grin reveals jagged, pointed teeth, and is so wide the corners of his mouth are obscured by the shadow of the hood.
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If you're reading this, then you've probably managed to catch me in the ten or so minutes every few weeks that I check in on my favourite rainbow bowl of randoms. Or you're looking at my older messages. If so, then stop, time travel is illegal here
If you're reading this, then you've probably managed to catch me in the ten or so minutes every few weeks that I check in on my favourite rainbow bowl of randoms. Or you're looking at my older messages. If so, then stop, time travel is illegal here
If you're reading this, then you've probably managed to catch me in the ten or so minutes every few weeks that I check in on my favourite rainbow bowl of randoms. Or you're looking at my older messages. If so, then stop, time travel is illegal here
The new arrival is using his warhammer and nails while practicing against what appears to be some kind of fighting voodoo doll. He would throw nails into the air, propelling them with the warhammer swings into the doll, his eyes and hammer sparking with lightning.
*Not really. I was thinking of maybe Graverobber, Leper, Rag, or Sparrow, but I'm trying to only do one interaction at once per person so I can make good time.*
*Sure thing man, I perfectly understand, I’ll set one of em up for ya, and then we can rp.*
Sparrow is walking back into town from the forest, or rather stumbling, there are hole in him, flesh blown off of his body, left in pieces. He looks more injured than he usually does, looking like Swiss cheese.
He can feel something lurking, like a spider dancing along the web of consciousness. Trapped in the periphery. It takes notice of him, and suddenly, he can see it: a little strugel in a red and gold suit and matching raincoat, sitting on a nearby bench. "Rough day, huh?"
*Serious can be done, although most of mine aren’t, how about a spirit hunter with lightning powers?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Sounds good.*
If you're reading this, then you've probably managed to catch me in the ten or so minutes every few weeks that I check in on my favourite rainbow bowl of randoms. Or you're looking at my older messages. If so, then stop, time travel is illegal here
I like talking even though I suck at it
BISEXUAL
Sulfur is the best game ever made, fight me
Podmorski sees a horse on a nearby path, a cloaked rider atop it.
If you're reading this, then you've probably managed to catch me in the ten or so minutes every few weeks that I check in on my favourite rainbow bowl of randoms. Or you're looking at my older messages. If so, then stop, time travel is illegal here
I like talking even though I suck at it
BISEXUAL
Sulfur is the best game ever made, fight me
*GRRRRRRR*
*Gotta go*
*stupid dad*
If you're reading this, then you've probably managed to catch me in the ten or so minutes every few weeks that I check in on my favourite rainbow bowl of randoms. Or you're looking at my older messages. If so, then stop, time travel is illegal here
I like talking even though I suck at it
BISEXUAL
Sulfur is the best game ever made, fight me
*Okay, whenever you’re ready I’ll be here.*
He thinks for a little bit before waving the man over, holding up a hot rainbow barbecue sandwich. "Care to join me?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Hey Jester, wanna RP?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Sure, if you want to. Do you want somebody in particular?*
*Not really. I was thinking of maybe Graverobber, Leper, Rag, or Sparrow, but I'm trying to only do one interaction at once per person so I can make good time.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Sure thing man, I perfectly understand, I’ll set one of em up for ya, and then we can rp.*
Sparrow is walking back into town from the forest, or rather stumbling, there are hole in him, flesh blown off of his body, left in pieces. He looks more injured than he usually does, looking like Swiss cheese.
*Back*
If you're reading this, then you've probably managed to catch me in the ten or so minutes every few weeks that I check in on my favourite rainbow bowl of randoms. Or you're looking at my older messages. If so, then stop, time travel is illegal here
I like talking even though I suck at it
BISEXUAL
Sulfur is the best game ever made, fight me
*Welcome back.*
The horse stops, seemingly of its own accord, and the man effortlessly dismounts. He walks over. His hood obscures part of his face, leaving just a mouth visible. "Why not?" He says, grinning. The grin reveals jagged, pointed teeth, and is so wide the corners of his mouth are obscured by the shadow of the hood.
If you're reading this, then you've probably managed to catch me in the ten or so minutes every few weeks that I check in on my favourite rainbow bowl of randoms. Or you're looking at my older messages. If so, then stop, time travel is illegal here
I like talking even though I suck at it
BISEXUAL
Sulfur is the best game ever made, fight me
*I is very very tired :(*
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
*Do yo intro and I'll interact*
If you're reading this, then you've probably managed to catch me in the ten or so minutes every few weeks that I check in on my favourite rainbow bowl of randoms. Or you're looking at my older messages. If so, then stop, time travel is illegal here
I like talking even though I suck at it
BISEXUAL
Sulfur is the best game ever made, fight me
*Long day?*
If you're reading this, then you've probably managed to catch me in the ten or so minutes every few weeks that I check in on my favourite rainbow bowl of randoms. Or you're looking at my older messages. If so, then stop, time travel is illegal here
I like talking even though I suck at it
BISEXUAL
Sulfur is the best game ever made, fight me
*Sure thing.*
The new arrival is using his warhammer and nails while practicing against what appears to be some kind of fighting voodoo doll. He would throw nails into the air, propelling them with the warhammer swings into the doll, his eyes and hammer sparking with lightning.
He can feel something lurking, like a spider dancing along the web of consciousness. Trapped in the periphery. It takes notice of him, and suddenly, he can see it: a little strugel in a red and gold suit and matching raincoat, sitting on a nearby bench. "Rough day, huh?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*You know when you've played to much Dead By Daylight when your latest creation literally is just the Dredge but with more backstory.*
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