*weeeee I finally got my room completely organized and cleaned!*
(good job)
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
Krail and kharn are having a pointless staring match, as neither of them have visible eyes.
Tearthorn is at the bar, drinking ridiculous amounts.
Rag, being one of the only adult that doesn’t act like a child, walks in between them both, and picking them up with one hand. Strength:44 (Can’t be lower than 50)
Damian is also drinking as well as serving at the bar, and seems to have been crying before.
He nearly falls at the blow despite it not damaging the delicate-seeming flesh. "I thank you for your understanding, Sparrow Valentine. My name is Hadal. It is nice to meet you as well."
She giggles. "Oh, you're such a sweetheart!" She pulls out a second snake, held the same way. "Lookie here, I've got one for each of us!"
*Oh no.*
“Are ya lookin’ fer anythin’ in particular pardner? I’m willin’ to help ya, it’s the least I could do fer somebody I just met.” He says, holding out a hand respectfully, smiling at them.
He takes one of the rattlesnake, holding it in the palm of his hand “Why do ya do this fer me?” He says, looking the snake in the eyes.
"I'm afraid not... 'pardner.'" It says the word with some hesitancy, as though it weren't sure how to use it. "I don't know what to look for, really."
The snake rattles violently. "It's just what grandmas do!" The snake rears back to bite Thane before Granny Greasegrip makes a corrective vocalization. The snake begrudgingly curls back down and starts rattling a little less, grumpy and defiant.
He nearly falls at the blow despite it not damaging the delicate-seeming flesh. "I thank you for your understanding, Sparrow Valentine. My name is Hadal. It is nice to meet you as well."
She giggles. "Oh, you're such a sweetheart!" She pulls out a second snake, held the same way. "Lookie here, I've got one for each of us!"
*Oh no.*
“Are ya lookin’ fer anythin’ in particular pardner? I’m willin’ to help ya, it’s the least I could do fer somebody I just met.” He says, holding out a hand respectfully, smiling at them.
He takes one of the rattlesnake, holding it in the palm of his hand “Why do ya do this fer me?” He says, looking the snake in the eyes.
"I'm afraid not... 'pardner.'" It says the word with some hesitancy, as though it weren't sure how to use it. "I don't know what to look for, really."
The snake rattles violently. "It's just what grandmas do!" The snake rears back to bite Thane before Granny Greasegrip makes a corrective vocalization. The snake begrudgingly curls back down and starts rattling a little less, grumpy and defiant.
He chuckles at his unsureness with the word “Are ya lookin’ fer somethin’ to eat ‘er drink, cause ya came ta the right place.” He says, smiling at them, being friendly.
He enjoys the rattlesnake’s defiance, raising it up to slink onto his shoulder, encouraging them to do so as he continues to talk to Granny Greasegrip “Grandmas?… Thank ya Grandma.” He says, slightly confused by the word, having been raised in an orphanage.
*Got some more necklace chains and got a bulk supply of mixed beads so I am going to craft tomorrow.*
(hi wendo :D)
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
Father Luciano is outside, plucking weeds from the flower beds surrounding the temple. He has found that working has taken his mind off the cold and he feels a bit better than a shivering mess. He places the weeds into a basket to compost and turn into nutritional fertilizer for the garden when spring rolls around.
William cursing his life as he holds broken nose, a side effect from him and Samaritan training. Samaritan stands above him, folding his arms over his massive chest, clicking his tongue in distaste. "You keep leaving yourself open to attacks, you fight like someone unafraid of pain."
Zee is sitting in a pillow fort of their own making inside the tavern library. They are curled up under so many blankets that it's started to be like a small cave just for them. They are playing on their Gameboy at the moment, some sort of game about catching monsters or something.
"I'm afraid not... 'pardner.'" It says the word with some hesitancy, as though it weren't sure how to use it. "I don't know what to look for, really."
The snake rattles violently. "It's just what grandmas do!" The snake rears back to bite Thane before Granny Greasegrip makes a corrective vocalization. The snake begrudgingly curls back down and starts rattling a little less, grumpy and defiant.
He chuckles at his unsureness with the word “Are ya lookin’ fer somethin’ to eat ‘er drink, cause ya came ta the right place.” He says, smiling at them, being friendly.
He enjoys the rattlesnake’s defiance, raising it up to slink onto his shoulder, encouraging them to do so as he continues to talk to Granny Greasegrip “Grandmas?… Thank ya Grandma.” He says, slightly confused by the word, having been raised in an orphanage.
It reaches into its side, pushing its claws through a flap of skin that wasn't visible before. "Yes... I should feed the little one..." It pulls out a fluid-filled membrane with some horrible goat-worm thing floating inside. "They feed on my insides, so I must eat for myself to keep them happy." The maggoat looks at Sparrow, blinking its big eyes at different times.
The snake does so gladly, glaring at the witch once its been settled. "A grandma is an old lady who gives you nice things that you aren't supposed to have. Most of the time they're a blood relative, but I think that's a bit restrictive. There are also grandpas, who are nice old men, but those are harder to find."
He nods, looking at the maggoat with only a slight bit of hesitation, eventually smiling at them and at Hadal “I’ll do ya a favor, an’ get ya somethin’ to eat, free o’ charge.” He walks into the place, ordering them both a lot to eat, and sitting down.
He seems slightly confused, but mostly understands what they mean “They… give you things? For no reason?” He says, looking to the snake and back to Granny Greasegrip “You… are really good at being a grandma then, you have to be.”
Father Luciano is outside, plucking weeds from the flower beds surrounding the temple. He has found that working has taken his mind off the cold and he feels a bit better than a shivering mess. He places the weeds into a basket to compost and turn into nutritional fertilizer for the garden when spring rolls around.
William cursing his life as he holds broken nose, a side effect from him and Samaritan training. Samaritan stands above him, folding his arms over his massive chest, clicking his tongue in distaste. "You keep leaving yourself open to attacks, you fight like someone unafraid of pain."
Zee is sitting in a pillow fort of their own making inside the tavern library. They are curled up under so many blankets that it's started to be like a small cave just for them. They are playing on their Gameboy at the moment, some sort of game about catching monsters or something.
Granny Greasegrip zooms over on a skateboard, making a high-pitched "EEEEEEEEEEEEE" the entire time. She dives and tumbles across the ground and lands inches away from him. "Hey, kid! I got you a new game!" She holds it up. Its the game he had been playing, with the words DO NOT PLAY written on it in permanent marker and a garage sale price tag on it.
Father Luciano is outside, plucking weeds from the flower beds surrounding the temple. He has found that working has taken his mind off the cold and he feels a bit better than a shivering mess. He places the weeds into a basket to compost and turn into nutritional fertilizer for the garden when spring rolls around.
William cursing his life as he holds broken nose, a side effect from him and Samaritan training. Samaritan stands above him, folding his arms over his massive chest, clicking his tongue in distaste. "You keep leaving yourself open to attacks, you fight like someone unafraid of pain."
Zee is sitting in a pillow fort of their own making inside the tavern library. They are curled up under so many blankets that it's started to be like a small cave just for them. They are playing on their Gameboy at the moment, some sort of game about catching monsters or something.
Granny Greasegrip zooms over on a skateboard, making a high-pitched "EEEEEEEEEEEEE" the entire time. She dives and tumbles across the ground and lands inches away from him. "Hey, kid! I got you a new game!" She holds it up. Its the game he had been playing, with the words DO NOT PLAY written on it in permanent marker and a garage sale price tag on it.
Zee blinks and takes it, sniffing it a bit before plugging it in with little issue.
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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
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(good job)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
Krail and kharn are having a pointless staring match, as neither of them have visible eyes.
Tearthorn is at the bar, drinking ridiculous amounts.
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal 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.
From 5:00 to 7:30 pretty much every day I'm playing either Overwatch, Dead by Daylight or Stellaris
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
I'm British so I'm not active at the same time as most of y'all
*Yay! Organized living! I’ve been doing that on occasion but it just gets dirty again.*
*I just don't bother for that exact reason.*
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal 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.
From 5:00 to 7:30 pretty much every day I'm playing either Overwatch, Dead by Daylight or Stellaris
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
I'm British so I'm not active at the same time as most of y'all
*getting close to 5000 pages and 10,000 posts people!*
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal 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.
From 5:00 to 7:30 pretty much every day I'm playing either Overwatch, Dead by Daylight or Stellaris
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
I'm British so I'm not active at the same time as most of y'all
Rag, being one of the only adult that doesn’t act like a child, walks in between them both, and picking them up with one hand. Strength:44 (Can’t be lower than 50)
Damian is also drinking as well as serving at the bar, and seems to have been crying before.
*Squamtastic*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Anybody here who wants to roleplay? If not, I’ll just be here vibing.*
"I'm afraid not... 'pardner.'" It says the word with some hesitancy, as though it weren't sure how to use it. "I don't know what to look for, really."
The snake rattles violently. "It's just what grandmas do!" The snake rears back to bite Thane before Granny Greasegrip makes a corrective vocalization. The snake begrudgingly curls back down and starts rattling a little less, grumpy and defiant.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Got some more necklace chains and got a bulk supply of mixed beads so I am going to craft tomorrow.*
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
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He chuckles at his unsureness with the word “Are ya lookin’ fer somethin’ to eat ‘er drink, cause ya came ta the right place.” He says, smiling at them, being friendly.
He enjoys the rattlesnake’s defiance, raising it up to slink onto his shoulder, encouraging them to do so as he continues to talk to Granny Greasegrip “Grandmas?… Thank ya Grandma.” He says, slightly confused by the word, having been raised in an orphanage.
*Yay! Crafting and D.I.Ys are the best, though the only times I get to do them is for school.*
*You concern me, but I'm a fun way.*
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
(hi wendo :D)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
Father Luciano is outside, plucking weeds from the flower beds surrounding the temple. He has found that working has taken his mind off the cold and he feels a bit better than a shivering mess. He places the weeds into a basket to compost and turn into nutritional fertilizer for the garden when spring rolls around.
William cursing his life as he holds broken nose, a side effect from him and Samaritan training. Samaritan stands above him, folding his arms over his massive chest, clicking his tongue in distaste. "You keep leaving yourself open to attacks, you fight like someone unafraid of pain."
Zee is sitting in a pillow fort of their own making inside the tavern library. They are curled up under so many blankets that it's started to be like a small cave just for them. They are playing on their Gameboy at the moment, some sort of game about catching monsters or something.
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
It reaches into its side, pushing its claws through a flap of skin that wasn't visible before. "Yes... I should feed the little one..." It pulls out a fluid-filled membrane with some horrible goat-worm thing floating inside. "They feed on my insides, so I must eat for myself to keep them happy." The maggoat looks at Sparrow, blinking its big eyes at different times.
The snake does so gladly, glaring at the witch once its been settled. "A grandma is an old lady who gives you nice things that you aren't supposed to have. Most of the time they're a blood relative, but I think that's a bit restrictive. There are also grandpas, who are nice old men, but those are harder to find."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Cut.*
He nods, looking at the maggoat with only a slight bit of hesitation, eventually smiling at them and at Hadal “I’ll do ya a favor, an’ get ya somethin’ to eat, free o’ charge.” He walks into the place, ordering them both a lot to eat, and sitting down.
He seems slightly confused, but mostly understands what they mean “They… give you things? For no reason?” He says, looking to the snake and back to Granny Greasegrip “You… are really good at being a grandma then, you have to be.”
Granny Greasegrip zooms over on a skateboard, making a high-pitched "EEEEEEEEEEEEE" the entire time. She dives and tumbles across the ground and lands inches away from him. "Hey, kid! I got you a new game!" She holds it up. Its the game he had been playing, with the words DO NOT PLAY written on it in permanent marker and a garage sale price tag on it.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Zee blinks and takes it, sniffing it a bit before plugging it in with little issue.
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