(:P did anyone do anything interesting during the weekend?)
*I worked Saturday. Which was hell. Just some background, Im a barista at Starbucks and this weekend was our first weekend we had our winter drinks out. Our three compartment sink in the back was full of dishes, we ran out of whipped cream and couldn't make more, and there was a constant stream of customers until 9:30 when we closed.*
*Good morning my friends! I feel like ruining some characters lives today!!!*
Leo is sitting in his destroyed forge, Festus's head in the center, his body obliterated. Leo's face is full of shock as he holds bits of the forge in his hands. He stumbles over to Festus, touching the cold metal head of his best friend.
*why?*
Loriche walks toward the area, shocked as well. “Wh-what happened??”
*Saturday was hell at work*
Leo looks up, tears in his eyes. "I...I don't know..."
*oof i’m sorry*
Loriche goes over to Festus and examines him sadly.
The dragons head is cold and his ruby eyes dead and empty.
“There’s got to be some way to fix him… right?”
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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.
(:P did anyone do anything interesting during the weekend?)
*I worked Saturday. Which was hell. Just some background, Im a barista at Starbucks and this weekend was our first weekend we had our winter drinks out. Our three compartment sink in the back was full of dishes, we ran out of whipped cream and couldn't make more, and there was a constant stream of customers until 9:30 when we closed.*
(that sucks theren)
*Yeah. I was exhausted by the time I got home*
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Good morning my friends! I feel like ruining some characters lives today!!!*
Leo is sitting in his destroyed forge, Festus's head in the center, his body obliterated. Leo's face is full of shock as he holds bits of the forge in his hands. He stumbles over to Festus, touching the cold metal head of his best friend.
*why?*
Loriche walks toward the area, shocked as well. “Wh-what happened??”
*Saturday was hell at work*
Leo looks up, tears in his eyes. "I...I don't know..."
*oof i’m sorry*
Loriche goes over to Festus and examines him sadly.
The dragons head is cold and his ruby eyes dead and empty.
“There’s got to be some way to fix him… right?”
Leo slowly shakes his head no. "Can't....cantcantcant.." he says, starting to cry
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(:P did anyone do anything interesting during the weekend?)
*I worked Saturday. Which was hell. Just some background, Im a barista at Starbucks and this weekend was our first weekend we had our winter drinks out. Our three compartment sink in the back was full of dishes, we ran out of whipped cream and couldn't make more, and there was a constant stream of customers until 9:30 when we closed.*
(:P did anyone do anything interesting during the weekend?)
*I worked Saturday. Which was hell. Just some background, Im a barista at Starbucks and this weekend was our first weekend we had our winter drinks out. Our three compartment sink in the back was full of dishes, we ran out of whipped cream and couldn't make more, and there was a constant stream of customers until 9:30 when we closed.*
(that sucks theren)
*Yeah. I was exhausted by the time I got home*
(Do you at least get paid decently?)
*15 an hour currently. I've been working there for a little over a year now*
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(:P did anyone do anything interesting during the weekend?)
*I worked Saturday. Which was hell. Just some background, Im a barista at Starbucks and this weekend was our first weekend we had our winter drinks out. Our three compartment sink in the back was full of dishes, we ran out of whipped cream and couldn't make more, and there was a constant stream of customers until 9:30 when we closed.*
(that sucks theren)
*Yeah. I was exhausted by the time I got home*
(Do you at least get paid decently?)
*15 an hour currently. I've been working there for a little over a year now*
'Nather and Blubs Armory'... A tale as old as time. The deadliest weapon makers in all the lands and universe's. Their weapons were used in the Blood Wars between Demon and Devil kind, they were specially crafted for the God of War, and were distributed amongst the lands before all races even knew about each other. One could say this was how all the wars were started, but these finely crafted weapons that stood true despite the number of lives they took. However, when you create such beautiful weapons and everyone has one.. you tend to run yourself out of business.
While the years went by, 'Nather and Blubs Armory' became hollow, the forges no longer burning and the sound of hammers but a mere echo. While the faces of the proprietors were never discovered behind the metal walls, it is said one still lives in the remnant that is the factory.
The factory was once alight with fires that were there since the dawn of time. Automans resembling faceless creatures worked it's halls, forging guns and blades and hammers meant to wrought life or death upon its victim. It's halls are now empty, rust having took over the factory like mold on bread. The automans stand lifeless, statues of a better past.
*Good morning my friends! I feel like ruining some characters lives today!!!*
Leo is sitting in his destroyed forge, Festus's head in the center, his body obliterated. Leo's face is full of shock as he holds bits of the forge in his hands. He stumbles over to Festus, touching the cold metal head of his best friend.
*why?*
Loriche walks toward the area, shocked as well. “Wh-what happened??”
*Saturday was hell at work*
Leo looks up, tears in his eyes. "I...I don't know..."
*oof i’m sorry*
Loriche goes over to Festus and examines him sadly.
The dragons head is cold and his ruby eyes dead and empty.
“There’s got to be some way to fix him… right?”
Leo slowly shakes his head no. "Can't....cantcantcant.." he says, starting to cry
Loriche moves forward and hugs him silently.
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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.
(:P did anyone do anything interesting during the weekend?)
*I worked Saturday. Which was hell. Just some background, Im a barista at Starbucks and this weekend was our first weekend we had our winter drinks out. Our three compartment sink in the back was full of dishes, we ran out of whipped cream and couldn't make more, and there was a constant stream of customers until 9:30 when we closed.*
(that sucks theren)
*Yeah. I was exhausted by the time I got home*
(Do you at least get paid decently?)
*15 an hour currently. I've been working there for a little over a year now*
(isn't 15 like minimum wage?)
*No. $7.25 is minimum wage in Texas. Im above it but it is not worth 15 an hour tbh*
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Good morning my friends! I feel like ruining some characters lives today!!!*
Leo is sitting in his destroyed forge, Festus's head in the center, his body obliterated. Leo's face is full of shock as he holds bits of the forge in his hands. He stumbles over to Festus, touching the cold metal head of his best friend.
*why?*
Loriche walks toward the area, shocked as well. “Wh-what happened??”
*Saturday was hell at work*
Leo looks up, tears in his eyes. "I...I don't know..."
*oof i’m sorry*
Loriche goes over to Festus and examines him sadly.
The dragons head is cold and his ruby eyes dead and empty.
“There’s got to be some way to fix him… right?”
Leo slowly shakes his head no. "Can't....cantcantcant.." he says, starting to cry
Loriche moves forward and hugs him silently.
He sobs into her shoulder, shaking with each sob
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(:P did anyone do anything interesting during the weekend?)
*I worked Saturday. Which was hell. Just some background, Im a barista at Starbucks and this weekend was our first weekend we had our winter drinks out. Our three compartment sink in the back was full of dishes, we ran out of whipped cream and couldn't make more, and there was a constant stream of customers until 9:30 when we closed.*
(that sucks theren)
*Yeah. I was exhausted by the time I got home*
(Do you at least get paid decently?)
*15 an hour currently. I've been working there for a little over a year now*
(isn't 15 like minimum wage?)
*No. $7.25 is minimum wage in Texas. Im above it but it is not worth 15 an hour tbh*
'Nather and Blubs Armory'... A tale as old as time. The deadliest weapon makers in all the lands and universe's. Their weapons were used in the Blood Wars between Demon and Devil kind, they were specially crafted for the God of War, and were distributed amongst the lands before all races even knew about each other. One could say this was how all the wars were started, but these finely crafted weapons that stood true despite the number of lives they took. However, when you create such beautiful weapons and everyone has one.. you tend to run yourself out of business.
While the years went by, 'Nather and Blubs Armory' became hollow, the forges no longer burning and the sound of hammers but a mere echo. While the faces of the proprietors were never discovered behind the metal walls, it is said one still lives in the remnant that is the factory.
The factory was once alight with fires that were there since the dawn of time. Automans resembling faceless creatures worked it's halls, forging guns and blades and hammers meant to wrought life or death upon its victim. It's halls are now empty, rust having took over the factory like mold on bread. The automans stand lifeless, statues of a better past.
*oooooooo! I kinda wanna interact with this somehow*
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(hello wendigo)
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He sees a man in shattered and bloody armor shoving a sword through a red dragons chest. Nearby a lady lays on the ground, motionless.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(that sucks theren)
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“There’s got to be some way to fix him… right?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Yeah. I was exhausted by the time I got home*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Leo slowly shakes his head no. "Can't....cantcantcant.." he says, starting to cry
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(Do you at least get paid decently?)
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*15 an hour currently. I've been working there for a little over a year now*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Kharn slows down to a walk. "What happened here?" He asks, looking from the dragon, to the man, to the unconscious/dead woman.
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
"Was...attacked..." the man says, breathing heavily and stumbling over to the woman.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(isn't 15 like minimum wage?)
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'Nather and Blubs Armory'... A tale as old as time. The deadliest weapon makers in all the lands and universe's. Their weapons were used in the Blood Wars between Demon and Devil kind, they were specially crafted for the God of War, and were distributed amongst the lands before all races even knew about each other. One could say this was how all the wars were started, but these finely crafted weapons that stood true despite the number of lives they took. However, when you create such beautiful weapons and everyone has one.. you tend to run yourself out of business.
While the years went by, 'Nather and Blubs Armory' became hollow, the forges no longer burning and the sound of hammers but a mere echo. While the faces of the proprietors were never discovered behind the metal walls, it is said one still lives in the remnant that is the factory.
The factory was once alight with fires that were there since the dawn of time. Automans resembling faceless creatures worked it's halls, forging guns and blades and hammers meant to wrought life or death upon its victim. It's halls are now empty, rust having took over the factory like mold on bread. The automans stand lifeless, statues of a better past.
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
Loriche moves forward and hugs him silently.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"By... the dragon, I expect." Kharn follows, looking over her.
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
*No. $7.25 is minimum wage in Texas. Im above it but it is not worth 15 an hour tbh*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He sobs into her shoulder, shaking with each sob
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He nods, uncorking a bottle and dripping it into her mouth
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(well I hope your job gets better soon)
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*oooooooo! I kinda wanna interact with this somehow*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Not until winter ends and summer begins :[ *
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.