*Kinda, i stayed up too late and i've been up for a little now*
(Oh lol)
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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
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
"I didn't do most of it. I engineered the materials and designed the Gut itself, though. I know exactly how much damage it can take and where without killing any of the guests. It's a lot, by the way."
“I would be concerned if it wasn’t”
"The living area is held up by shock-absorbers, so we could be fighting a kraken outside and no one inside would know or have reason to care other than we might get a couple tentacles for dinner. Hot and cold meal options are served at all times, but we only bring in the good stuff out during actual mealtime. We can hold up to 8.336 million individuals aboard at a time along with their luggage, food, tools, and other supplies needed by the crew."
“How can you sustain that many people? Is there a pocket dimension inside?”
"Nearly all food is harvested from our environment, meaning the surrounding plane and its material echoes. Everything fresh and local, no matter what."
*Does anyone want to role play? If so here, if you want someone else say so.*
The Leper is sitting alone atop a hill, looking into the distance with a thousand yard stare, his giant broken blade resting in his lap. The white lilies on his belt fluttering in the light breeze. He has taken off his mask, simply taking this moment of peace.
The Abomination is wandering around town, trying their best to stay as far away from the other people as possible, their chains rattling against the ground.
The Crusader is at the tavern, sitting outside of it, sharpening his holy blade, humming a long forgotten war song to himself as he does so.
The Highwayman is using his stolen goods to afford himself a meal and drink at the tavern, not taking his mask down until he begins eating in a dark corner of said tavern.
The Graverobber has changed out of their 'work' clothes and is walking around town, looking to expend some of the riches they stole on lavish things.
The Jester is standing atop the wagon he arrived in, cackling as he plays a beautiful, almost entrancing melody, the notes seeming to float in the air as he plays.
The Bounty Hunter is walking through town to the tavern to turn in his bounty, who is currently trying to escape but is unfortunately stuck in a black body bag.
The Houndmaster is sitting outside of the tavern with his dog, Bernard. He's just cleaning him because he's seemed to have gotten some blood on his fur.
The Hellion is sharpening her halberd alone in the woods and redoing her war paint, as some of it is growing dull.
*You think I have innocent characters? How sweet.*
*Fair enough, Jason wouldn’t kill Prospero, and I think that’s about it. And Cathan probably.*
*Cathan? He would spare Cathan of all people?*
*Cathan is a murderous drug dealer who literally cannot be reasoned with due to the sheer amount of mental illness, and, more importantly, his own product, that runs through him.*
*Does anyone want to role play? If so here, if you want someone else say so.*
The Leper is sitting alone atop a hill, looking into the distance with a thousand yard stare, his giant broken blade resting in his lap. The white lilies on his belt fluttering in the light breeze. He has taken off his mask, simply taking this moment of peace.
The Abomination is wandering around town, trying their best to stay as far away from the other people as possible, their chains rattling against the ground.
The Crusader is at the tavern, sitting outside of it, sharpening his holy blade, humming a long forgotten war song to himself as he does so.
The Highwayman is using his stolen goods to afford himself a meal and drink at the tavern, not taking his mask down until he begins eating in a dark corner of said tavern.
The Graverobber has changed out of their 'work' clothes and is walking around town, looking to expend some of the riches they stole on lavish things.
The Jester is standing atop the wagon he arrived in, cackling as he plays a beautiful, almost entrancing melody, the notes seeming to float in the air as he plays.
The Bounty Hunter is walking through town to the tavern to turn in his bounty, who is currently trying to escape but is unfortunately stuck in a black body bag.
The Houndmaster is sitting outside of the tavern with his dog, Bernard. He's just cleaning him because he's seemed to have gotten some blood on his fur.
The Hellion is sharpening her halberd alone in the woods and redoing her war paint, as some of it is growing dull.
*One more time. Anybody up for it?*
*Sure. Honeywhisker will annoy her new friend again.*
Honey is looking for Paul and Ezizah, holding a necklace in her paws.
*You think I have innocent characters? How sweet.*
*Fair enough, Jason wouldn’t kill Prospero, and I think that’s about it. And Cathan probably.*
*Cathan? He would spare Cathan of all people?*
*Cathan is a murderous drug dealer who literally cannot be reasoned with due to the sheer amount of mental illness, and, more importantly, his own product, that runs through him.*
*If you can believe it, he’s a lot like Jason actually. Jason has killed a lot of people to save the world, even people who by all means should be seen as innocent. He will break people’s minds if he has to. He makes choices that only the villain would.*
*Does anyone want to role play? If so here, if you want someone else say so.*
The Leper is sitting alone atop a hill, looking into the distance with a thousand yard stare, his giant broken blade resting in his lap. The white lilies on his belt fluttering in the light breeze. He has taken off his mask, simply taking this moment of peace.
The Abomination is wandering around town, trying their best to stay as far away from the other people as possible, their chains rattling against the ground.
The Crusader is at the tavern, sitting outside of it, sharpening his holy blade, humming a long forgotten war song to himself as he does so.
The Highwayman is using his stolen goods to afford himself a meal and drink at the tavern, not taking his mask down until he begins eating in a dark corner of said tavern.
The Graverobber has changed out of their 'work' clothes and is walking around town, looking to expend some of the riches they stole on lavish things.
The Jester is standing atop the wagon he arrived in, cackling as he plays a beautiful, almost entrancing melody, the notes seeming to float in the air as he plays.
The Bounty Hunter is walking through town to the tavern to turn in his bounty, who is currently trying to escape but is unfortunately stuck in a black body bag.
The Houndmaster is sitting outside of the tavern with his dog, Bernard. He's just cleaning him because he's seemed to have gotten some blood on his fur.
The Hellion is sharpening her halberd alone in the woods and redoing her war paint, as some of it is growing dull.
*One more time. Anybody up for it?*
*Sure. Honeywhisker will annoy her new friend again.*
Honey is looking for Paul and Ezizah, holding a necklace in her paws.
*Yay.*
Paul is sitting near the tavern, although far enough to not scare anyone. He’s eating a grilled cheese sandwich while sitting in a corner.
*You think I have innocent characters? How sweet.*
*Fair enough, Jason wouldn’t kill Prospero, and I think that’s about it. And Cathan probably.*
*Cathan? He would spare Cathan of all people?*
*Cathan is a murderous drug dealer who literally cannot be reasoned with due to the sheer amount of mental illness, and, more importantly, his own product, that runs through him.*
*If you can believe it, he’s a lot like Jason actually. Jason has killed a lot of people to save the world, even people who by all means should be seen as innocent. He will break people’s minds if he has to. He makes choices that only the villain would.*
*You think I have innocent characters? How sweet.*
*Fair enough, Jason wouldn’t kill Prospero, and I think that’s about it. And Cathan probably.*
*Cathan? He would spare Cathan of all people?*
*Cathan is a murderous drug dealer who literally cannot be reasoned with due to the sheer amount of mental illness, and, more importantly, his own product, that runs through him.*
*If you can believe it, he’s a lot like Jason actually. Jason has killed a lot of people to save the world, even people who by all means should be seen as innocent. He will break people’s minds if he has to. He makes choices that only the villain would.*
*Fearful*
*Also Jason’s familiars are world ending leeches, what is described as reality assassin, and an actual child of the grim reaper. So.*
*Does anyone want to role play? If so here, if you want someone else say so.*
The Leper is sitting alone atop a hill, looking into the distance with a thousand yard stare, his giant broken blade resting in his lap. The white lilies on his belt fluttering in the light breeze. He has taken off his mask, simply taking this moment of peace.
The Abomination is wandering around town, trying their best to stay as far away from the other people as possible, their chains rattling against the ground.
The Crusader is at the tavern, sitting outside of it, sharpening his holy blade, humming a long forgotten war song to himself as he does so.
The Highwayman is using his stolen goods to afford himself a meal and drink at the tavern, not taking his mask down until he begins eating in a dark corner of said tavern.
The Graverobber has changed out of their 'work' clothes and is walking around town, looking to expend some of the riches they stole on lavish things.
The Jester is standing atop the wagon he arrived in, cackling as he plays a beautiful, almost entrancing melody, the notes seeming to float in the air as he plays.
The Bounty Hunter is walking through town to the tavern to turn in his bounty, who is currently trying to escape but is unfortunately stuck in a black body bag.
The Houndmaster is sitting outside of the tavern with his dog, Bernard. He's just cleaning him because he's seemed to have gotten some blood on his fur.
The Hellion is sharpening her halberd alone in the woods and redoing her war paint, as some of it is growing dull.
*One more time. Anybody up for it?*
*Sure. Honeywhisker will annoy her new friend again.*
Honey is looking for Paul and Ezizah, holding a necklace in her paws.
*Yay.*
Paul is sitting near the tavern, although far enough to not scare anyone. He’s eating a grilled cheese sandwich while sitting in a corner.
She runs over, fixing her large sweater, and smiling. A quick check of her fur, her tail, her outfit, and she is by his side, handing him the necklace. It's made skillfully of yellow and amber crystal beads, bronze bead spacers, and wood beads. "Here, this is for you both!"
*Does anyone want to role play? If so here, if you want someone else say so.*
The Leper is sitting alone atop a hill, looking into the distance with a thousand yard stare, his giant broken blade resting in his lap. The white lilies on his belt fluttering in the light breeze. He has taken off his mask, simply taking this moment of peace.
The Abomination is wandering around town, trying their best to stay as far away from the other people as possible, their chains rattling against the ground.
The Crusader is at the tavern, sitting outside of it, sharpening his holy blade, humming a long forgotten war song to himself as he does so.
The Highwayman is using his stolen goods to afford himself a meal and drink at the tavern, not taking his mask down until he begins eating in a dark corner of said tavern.
The Graverobber has changed out of their 'work' clothes and is walking around town, looking to expend some of the riches they stole on lavish things.
The Jester is standing atop the wagon he arrived in, cackling as he plays a beautiful, almost entrancing melody, the notes seeming to float in the air as he plays.
The Bounty Hunter is walking through town to the tavern to turn in his bounty, who is currently trying to escape but is unfortunately stuck in a black body bag.
The Houndmaster is sitting outside of the tavern with his dog, Bernard. He's just cleaning him because he's seemed to have gotten some blood on his fur.
The Hellion is sharpening her halberd alone in the woods and redoing her war paint, as some of it is growing dull.
*One more time. Anybody up for it?*
*Sure. Honeywhisker will annoy her new friend again.*
Honey is looking for Paul and Ezizah, holding a necklace in her paws.
*Yay.*
Paul is sitting near the tavern, although far enough to not scare anyone. He’s eating a grilled cheese sandwich while sitting in a corner.
She runs over, fixing her large sweater, and smiling. A quick check of her fur, her tail, her outfit, and she is by his side, handing him the necklace. It's made skillfully of yellow and amber crystal beads, bronze bead spacers, and wood beads. "Here, this is for you both!"
At first they flinch, holding their arms, which allows her to see bruises that weren’t there earlier that day. They take the necklace, looking at them, their eyes full of appreciation, although little recognition “Thank you, but what do you mean you both? Actually who are you?” He then gets some recognition “You gave me tea, but I don’t remember much after that.”
Isaac is in town looking through old machines at an antique shop
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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
*Does anyone want to role play? If so here, if you want someone else say so.*
The Leper is sitting alone atop a hill, looking into the distance with a thousand yard stare, his giant broken blade resting in his lap. The white lilies on his belt fluttering in the light breeze. He has taken off his mask, simply taking this moment of peace.
The Abomination is wandering around town, trying their best to stay as far away from the other people as possible, their chains rattling against the ground.
The Crusader is at the tavern, sitting outside of it, sharpening his holy blade, humming a long forgotten war song to himself as he does so.
The Highwayman is using his stolen goods to afford himself a meal and drink at the tavern, not taking his mask down until he begins eating in a dark corner of said tavern.
The Graverobber has changed out of their 'work' clothes and is walking around town, looking to expend some of the riches they stole on lavish things.
The Jester is standing atop the wagon he arrived in, cackling as he plays a beautiful, almost entrancing melody, the notes seeming to float in the air as he plays.
The Bounty Hunter is walking through town to the tavern to turn in his bounty, who is currently trying to escape but is unfortunately stuck in a black body bag.
The Houndmaster is sitting outside of the tavern with his dog, Bernard. He's just cleaning him because he's seemed to have gotten some blood on his fur.
The Hellion is sharpening her halberd alone in the woods and redoing her war paint, as some of it is growing dull.
*One more time. Anybody up for it?*
*Sure. Honeywhisker will annoy her new friend again.*
Honey is looking for Paul and Ezizah, holding a necklace in her paws.
*Yay.*
Paul is sitting near the tavern, although far enough to not scare anyone. He’s eating a grilled cheese sandwich while sitting in a corner.
She runs over, fixing her large sweater, and smiling. A quick check of her fur, her tail, her outfit, and she is by his side, handing him the necklace. It's made skillfully of yellow and amber crystal beads, bronze bead spacers, and wood beads. "Here, this is for you both!"
At first they flinch, holding their arms, which allows her to see bruises that weren’t there earlier that day. They take the necklace, looking at them, their eyes full of appreciation, although little recognition “Thank you, but what do you mean you both? Actually who are you?” He then gets some recognition “You gave me tea, but I don’t remember much after that.”
She smiles "My name is Honeywhisker, this is for you guys!" She chirps happily.
*Yeeeeeee*
*yeah, me and luna have the same timezone lol*
(Oh lol)
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
*I'm turning you into a French croissant gently.*
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
(You want to rp wendigo)
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
"Nearly all food is harvested from our environment, meaning the surrounding plane and its material echoes. Everything fresh and local, no matter what."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*One more time. Anybody up for it?*
*Sure :D*
Xan is looking for Isaac
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
*Cathan? He would spare Cathan of all people?*
*Cathan is a murderous drug dealer who literally cannot be reasoned with due to the sheer amount of mental illness, and, more importantly, his own product, that runs through him.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Sure. Honeywhisker will annoy her new friend again.*
Honey is looking for Paul and Ezizah, holding a necklace in her paws.
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
*If you can believe it, he’s a lot like Jason actually. Jason has killed a lot of people to save the world, even people who by all means should be seen as innocent. He will break people’s minds if he has to. He makes choices that only the villain would.*
*Yay.*
Paul is sitting near the tavern, although far enough to not scare anyone. He’s eating a grilled cheese sandwich while sitting in a corner.
*Fearful*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Also Jason’s familiars are world ending leeches, what is described as reality assassin, and an actual child of the grim reaper. So.*
She runs over, fixing her large sweater, and smiling. A quick check of her fur, her tail, her outfit, and she is by his side, handing him the necklace. It's made skillfully of yellow and amber crystal beads, bronze bead spacers, and wood beads. "Here, this is for you both!"
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
At first they flinch, holding their arms, which allows her to see bruises that weren’t there earlier that day. They take the necklace, looking at them, their eyes full of appreciation, although little recognition “Thank you, but what do you mean you both? Actually who are you?” He then gets some recognition “You gave me tea, but I don’t remember much after that.”
Isaac is in town looking through old machines at an antique shop
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
*Oh non! je deviens un croissant !*
She smiles "My name is Honeywhisker, this is for you guys!" She chirps happily.
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
*Mwhahahahahahahha*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
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