Thirteen is exhausted, wandering around town to find a lead awl for a test that he needs to run.
Mauric is making soup in the inn.
Loriche is rolling her war machine toward the Guilt House.
Riotan is beating up homeless people.
Klei is selling stolen yams.
Amphrite watches from afar, slithering over to Riotan "Why did you cut his time short?"
Home looks out, leaned against the doorframe "Man... That's (GP) cool but I would rather you not decimate the place I'm trapped."
Rio straightens up. “Aww don’t be like that! He’s still alive isn’t he? Just… probably can’t stand for a week or so.”
Loriche is moving the device like a car from the Flintstones. “Aw, I just wanna bust a hole in the wall so you can escape!”
Amphrites body suddenly launches forward. Her sharp teeth dig into his skin, piercing his flesh and throwing hims round like a dog toy. She slams him into a walks and unhooks herself "Listen close now brethren, you disgust me. You cut this man life expectancy down horribly."
He sighs "Sure, go ahead and try. Maybe if I die, hell would be nice to me."
Damian stumbles from upstairs, holding his head in both hands, his chest glowing through his shirt as he groans in pain.
Mauric quickly puts the lid on the pot and runs to Damian. “Dude, are you good??”
He holds up his head to look at Mauric, his eyes glowing bright, "It feels like someone is trying to open my brain and climb inside." He leans against one of the walls "[Gp] this hurts."
“It’s the god heart isn’t it?? What can I do to help??” Mauric tries to help keep him up and takes him over to a chair.
He doesn't resist, sitting down in the chair, his skin burning hot to the touch "I-it has to be. Something isn't going right." He holds his head so hard his nail begin to pierce the skin, causing blood to drip.
Mauric drags his hands away from his head, panicking slightly. “Oh God… what do we do??”
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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 opens her mouth like she is about to eat them whole but then rapidly pulls back, her bones crackling unsettlingly as she does.
The Child's eyes fill with fear as their mouth opens, still afraid of them, shivering slightly but other than that not moving. They ask "A-are... you going to eat me?"
"No no no honey... Well, thats a lie. Not yet, I won't be eating you yet." She chuckles "Maybe you're friend here but I need to let you cook awhile more."
They shake their head slowly, still scared "P-please don't eat papa... only person that keeps me safe." They get out of their chair, going to hug their caretaker tightly.
"Ooooh. Interesting.... You care about this one? And it cares about you?' she asks, her body bending forward ninety degrees.
They put their head into the hug, no longer looking at what they believe to be a scary spider lady. The caretaker sighs "Look, they're scared now, it will take forever to calm them back down. I care for them, because it is my responsibility. They would be turned into a mindless weapon otherwise."
"Or destroyed entirely, or stripped for parts, or become a battery, or be used to marry two countries together." She lists off
He nods along with her words "Exactly my point, I don't want this child depending on me forever, but right now he won't do well without help."
"You should get rid of it before you end up dead alongside it down the road." She raises a brow.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Thirteen is exhausted, wandering around town to find a lead awl for a test that he needs to run.
Mauric is making soup in the inn.
Loriche is rolling her war machine toward the Guilt House.
Riotan is beating up homeless people.
Klei is selling stolen yams.
Amphrite watches from afar, slithering over to Riotan "Why did you cut his time short?"
Home looks out, leaned against the doorframe "Man... That's (GP) cool but I would rather you not decimate the place I'm trapped."
Rio straightens up. “Aww don’t be like that! He’s still alive isn’t he? Just… probably can’t stand for a week or so.”
Loriche is moving the device like a car from the Flintstones. “Aw, I just wanna bust a hole in the wall so you can escape!”
Amphrites body suddenly launches forward. Her sharp teeth dig into his skin, piercing his flesh and throwing hims round like a dog toy. She slams him into a walks and unhooks herself "Listen close now brethren, you disgust me. You cut this man life expectancy down horribly."
The attack barely does anything to him, but he doesn’t really care. He stares back up at Amphitrite, amazed. “Wow. You got guts. And you’re violent. We should talk some more.”
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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.
Mauric drags his hands away from his head, panicking slightly. “Oh God… what do we do??”
He tries to take deep breaths, although he's struggling to breath "It's f-fine. Give me some time... I'll just endure it." After a moment, Damian suddenly goes ice cold, and slumps over limply.
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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.'
Mauric drags his hands away from his head, panicking slightly. “Oh God… what do we do??”
He tries to take deep breaths, although he's struggling to breath "It's f-fine. Give me some time... I'll just endure it." After a moment, Damian suddenly goes ice cold, and slumps over limply.
“Oh no no no no please tell me you’re not dead again…” Mauric hisses, feeling for a pulse.
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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 should get rid of it before you end up dead alongside it down the road." She raises a brow.
He chuckles softly "Do you think I'm afraid to die? This child's life is infinitely more important than mine, you can sense the magic as well. You know it's true."
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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.'
Thirteen is exhausted, wandering around town to find a lead awl for a test that he needs to run.
Mauric is making soup in the inn.
Loriche is rolling her war machine toward the Guilt House.
Riotan is beating up homeless people.
Klei is selling stolen yams.
Amphrite watches from afar, slithering over to Riotan "Why did you cut his time short?"
Home looks out, leaned against the doorframe "Man... That's (GP) cool but I would rather you not decimate the place I'm trapped."
Rio straightens up. “Aww don’t be like that! He’s still alive isn’t he? Just… probably can’t stand for a week or so.”
Loriche is moving the device like a car from the Flintstones. “Aw, I just wanna bust a hole in the wall so you can escape!”
Amphrites body suddenly launches forward. Her sharp teeth dig into his skin, piercing his flesh and throwing hims round like a dog toy. She slams him into a walks and unhooks herself "Listen close now brethren, you disgust me. You cut this man life expectancy down horribly."
The attack barely does anything to him, but he doesn’t really care. He stares back up at Amphitrite, amazed. “Wow. You got guts. And you’re violent. We should talk some more.”
*Sorry, accidently sent it before I finished home's.*
She hisses and goes to the homeless man, helping him up silently.
He looks at her like she's crazy for a moment before raising his hands in the air "Fine! Sure. Maybe Hell will be nice to me."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Mauric drags his hands away from his head, panicking slightly. “Oh God… what do we do??”
He tries to take deep breaths, although he's struggling to breath "It's f-fine. Give me some time... I'll just endure it." After a moment, Damian suddenly goes ice cold, and slumps over limply.
“Oh no no no no please tell me you’re not dead again…” Mauric hisses, feeling for a pulse.
A pulse is there this time, although it's incredibly slow, around one beat every 30 seconds, barely still alive.
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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.'
Thirteen is exhausted, wandering around town to find a lead awl for a test that he needs to run.
Mauric is making soup in the inn.
Loriche is rolling her war machine toward the Guilt House.
Riotan is beating up homeless people.
Klei is selling stolen yams.
Amphrite watches from afar, slithering over to Riotan "Why did you cut his time short?"
Home looks out, leaned against the doorframe "Man... That's (GP) cool but I would rather you not decimate the place I'm trapped."
Rio straightens up. “Aww don’t be like that! He’s still alive isn’t he? Just… probably can’t stand for a week or so.”
Loriche is moving the device like a car from the Flintstones. “Aw, I just wanna bust a hole in the wall so you can escape!”
Amphrites body suddenly launches forward. Her sharp teeth dig into his skin, piercing his flesh and throwing hims round like a dog toy. She slams him into a walks and unhooks herself "Listen close now brethren, you disgust me. You cut this man life expectancy down horribly."
The attack barely does anything to him, but he doesn’t really care. He stares back up at Amphitrite, amazed. “Wow. You got guts. And you’re violent. We should talk some more.”
*Sorry, accidently sent it before I finished home's.*
She hisses and goes to the homeless man, helping him up silently.
He looks at her like she's crazy for a moment before raising his hands in the air "Fine! Sure. Maybe Hell will be nice to me."
“If I heal him will you be happy?” He asks her, getting to his feet and clutching the bite.
“Cool.” Loriche races toward the house, slamming the massive implement of destruction into the wall.
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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 should get rid of it before you end up dead alongside it down the road." She raises a brow.
He chuckles softly "Do you think I'm afraid to die? This child's life is infinitely more important than mine, you can sense the magic as well. You know it's true."
"Perhaps" she shrugs
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"You should get rid of it before you end up dead alongside it down the road." She raises a brow.
He chuckles softly "Do you think I'm afraid to die? This child's life is infinitely more important than mine, you can sense the magic as well. You know it's true."
"Perhaps" she shrugs
"Either way, I won't abandon them."
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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.'
Mauric drags his hands away from his head, panicking slightly. “Oh God… what do we do??”
He tries to take deep breaths, although he's struggling to breath "It's f-fine. Give me some time... I'll just endure it." After a moment, Damian suddenly goes ice cold, and slumps over limply.
“Oh no no no no please tell me you’re not dead again…” Mauric hisses, feeling for a pulse.
A pulse is there this time, although it's incredibly slow, around one beat every 30 seconds, barely still alive.
Mauric casts cure wounds in a third level spell slot. 12 HP restored.
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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.
Mauric drags his hands away from his head, panicking slightly. “Oh God… what do we do??”
He tries to take deep breaths, although he's struggling to breath "It's f-fine. Give me some time... I'll just endure it." After a moment, Damian suddenly goes ice cold, and slumps over limply.
“Oh no no no no please tell me you’re not dead again…” Mauric hisses, feeling for a pulse.
A pulse is there this time, although it's incredibly slow, around one beat every 30 seconds, barely still alive.
Mauric casts cure wounds in a third level spell slot. 22 HP restored.
He shoots back up, his heartbeat coming back to full "I told you I had it under control." He says with a start.
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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.'
Thirteen is exhausted, wandering around town to find a lead awl for a test that he needs to run.
Mauric is making soup in the inn.
Loriche is rolling her war machine toward the Guilt House.
Riotan is beating up homeless people.
Klei is selling stolen yams.
Amphrite watches from afar, slithering over to Riotan "Why did you cut his time short?"
Home looks out, leaned against the doorframe "Man... That's (GP) cool but I would rather you not decimate the place I'm trapped."
Rio straightens up. “Aww don’t be like that! He’s still alive isn’t he? Just… probably can’t stand for a week or so.”
Loriche is moving the device like a car from the Flintstones. “Aw, I just wanna bust a hole in the wall so you can escape!”
Amphrites body suddenly launches forward. Her sharp teeth dig into his skin, piercing his flesh and throwing hims round like a dog toy. She slams him into a walks and unhooks herself "Listen close now brethren, you disgust me. You cut this man life expectancy down horribly."
The attack barely does anything to him, but he doesn’t really care. He stares back up at Amphitrite, amazed. “Wow. You got guts. And you’re violent. We should talk some more.”
*Sorry, accidently sent it before I finished home's.*
She hisses and goes to the homeless man, helping him up silently.
He looks at her like she's crazy for a moment before raising his hands in the air "Fine! Sure. Maybe Hell will be nice to me."
“If I heal him will you be happy?” He asks her, getting to his feet and clutching the bite.
“Cool.” Loriche races toward the house, slamming the massive implement of destruction into the wall.
"I will heal him." She tilts her head from side to side "I smell the Abyssal stink from deep within you." She turns way and begins to heal him.
Dust suddenly appears but as it settles, the house is still stand, somehow still pristine. Home groans "Well darn."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"You should get rid of it before you end up dead alongside it down the road." She raises a brow.
He chuckles softly "Do you think I'm afraid to die? This child's life is infinitely more important than mine, you can sense the magic as well. You know it's true."
"Perhaps" she shrugs
"Either way, I won't abandon them."
She shrugs "Okay then, have fun with that."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"You should get rid of it before you end up dead alongside it down the road." She raises a brow.
He chuckles softly "Do you think I'm afraid to die? This child's life is infinitely more important than mine, you can sense the magic as well. You know it's true."
"Perhaps" she shrugs
"Either way, I won't abandon them."
She shrugs "Okay then, have fun with that."
He rubs the child's head "I will, now can you please leave them alone? I don't want them afraid again."
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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.'
"You should get rid of it before you end up dead alongside it down the road." She raises a brow.
He chuckles softly "Do you think I'm afraid to die? This child's life is infinitely more important than mine, you can sense the magic as well. You know it's true."
"Perhaps" she shrugs
"Either way, I won't abandon them."
She shrugs "Okay then, have fun with that."
He rubs the child's head "I will, now can you please leave them alone? I don't want them afraid again."
She sighs and snaps her fingers, disappearing into smoke
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
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Amphrites body suddenly launches forward. Her sharp teeth dig into his skin, piercing his flesh and throwing hims round like a dog toy. She slams him into a walks and unhooks herself "Listen close now brethren, you disgust me. You cut this man life expectancy down horribly."
He sighs "Sure, go ahead and try. Maybe if I die, hell would be nice to me."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Mauric drags his hands away from his head, panicking slightly. “Oh God… what do we do??”
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 should get rid of it before you end up dead alongside it down the road." She raises a brow.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The attack barely does anything to him, but he doesn’t really care. He stares back up at Amphitrite, amazed. “Wow. You got guts. And you’re violent. We should talk some more.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He tries to take deep breaths, although he's struggling to breath "It's f-fine. Give me some time... I'll just endure it." After a moment, Damian suddenly goes ice cold, and slumps over limply.
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.)
“Oh no no no no please tell me you’re not dead again…” Mauric hisses, feeling for a pulse.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He chuckles softly "Do you think I'm afraid to die? This child's life is infinitely more important than mine, you can sense the magic as well. You know it's true."
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.)
*Sorry, accidently sent it before I finished home's.*
She hisses and goes to the homeless man, helping him up silently.
He looks at her like she's crazy for a moment before raising his hands in the air "Fine! Sure. Maybe Hell will be nice to me."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*hellO&
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
A pulse is there this time, although it's incredibly slow, around one beat every 30 seconds, barely still alive.
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.)
*Hello fry.*
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.)
“If I heal him will you be happy?” He asks her, getting to his feet and clutching the bite.
“Cool.” Loriche races toward the house, slamming the massive implement of destruction into the wall.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Perhaps" she shrugs
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Either way, I won't abandon them."
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.)
Mauric casts cure wounds in a third level spell slot. 12 HP restored.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He shoots back up, his heartbeat coming back to full "I told you I had it under control." He says with a start.
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 will heal him." She tilts her head from side to side "I smell the Abyssal stink from deep within you." She turns way and begins to heal him.
Dust suddenly appears but as it settles, the house is still stand, somehow still pristine. Home groans "Well darn."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She shrugs "Okay then, have fun with that."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He rubs the child's head "I will, now can you please leave them alone? I don't want them afraid again."
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 sighs and snaps her fingers, disappearing into smoke
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]