She picks up the chameleon, looking at it for a moment. "Well, it's somewhat similar to a few things I was seeking... but not quite the spreading and growing part. Still gives me ideas, though..." She returns to her sketch, making a few edits.
The voice waits and does the same as before once KK is done.
After a few minutes of designing and editing, her design is finally, finally complete.
It manifests as a 20-foot tall prism-shaped shell- made of equal parts metal plates and cloth and bleeding red flesh, wires and veins crisscrossing and weaving all about the outer shell and connecting to speakers that spew both music and unintelligible whisperings at the same time. There is an entrance into the shell, which appears far larger on the inside. Within this shell is the true body- the concentration of their very being. It still appears as a faceless imitation of a humanoid creature, but one made of similar materials to the shell that surrounds it. Innumerable veins and wires and tubes and strings all extend from various parts of its body, tethering themselves to the chamber's inner walls and snapping to other spots as it moves about- or rather, is pulled about by said connecting threads. Faint crackles of radio static can be heard from inside, as well as the occasional crackling of electricity and the hum of aberrant machines. The shell itself is growing, too- forming more metal and flesh and cloth as its tendrils extend out to feel its surroundings, spreading like a mold.
KK looks at their vessel with pure gleeful madness, absolutely giddy at the prospect of eventually being able to become this... this thing.
The music stops in the background, which seemed to disappear until it did. With it goes the void, the pen, and the image of KK’s form. Cerberus is standing where it was, smiling.
*What if I just create the most hyperactive ADHD humanoid ever..*
*I'll find a way to match the energy*
*My idea is to mix Crankgameplays and Markiplier and Sprig from Amphibia and Gumball from AWOG.*
my new character would vibe with this, i think. he's like, chill, but also has random outbursts, and is also murderous.*
*Just straight up character, no preparation, nothing.*
A human male, ranging from 20-25, is outside. He has a camera in hand, taking a picture of a bug that is crawling across of the ground.
The rabbit man takes his massive spoon and cuts the bug in half, cackling
The man screams something that sounds like a bunch of garbled letters and picks up the bug in his hands. He makes a sobbing noise despite not actually crying.
"awww, was he your friend?" he puts a lot of emphasis on the last word, bringing the spoon up to the man's neck. the blade rings softly.
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"All I need you to do is get close, and I'll be able to whip up a badnick in a jiffy. Until then, I'll be hanging around, picking off the denizens of the local dreamland. Stay safe. I do tend to get so impatient when my allies start dying."
"I'll try my best. I can do stealth fairly well, so I should be able to get close- though, it's very hard to sneak up on someone with eyes in the back of her head. Literally. More than in the front of her head, actually."
She hears the nightmare entity chuckle and begin to sing operatically as the communicator shuts off.
"Please don't fear, oh little beast, I shall make this short and painless! All it takes is one bite! There’s no flying anymore, No place to run, you have to fight...!"
The mechanical otyugh begins to shuffle about once more.
She becomes invisible once more in a Cheshire Cat-like fashion, with her glowing eyes the last thing to vanish. She shambles away, cackling to herself.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
He hears muttering, a psychic chatter he was likely not meant to overhear. "...too much disturbance in the zeitgeist. I'll have to send out some more Dreameaters. After all, even a diamond can be crushed."
He cackles softly, tugging at his ear "Yes... no... find the talker, cut their tongue out... Of course!"
"Clearly a psychic... likely psychopathic to boot... easy to install. C'mon, give me something fun to work with." The rasping, breathless voice chuckles. "What's your name, kid?"
"Yes! X was the name momma gave me... I didn't deserve a name, not like perfect sister... Saphuno..." he spits after saying her name, clenching his paws.
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Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined. >Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? YESNO
She picks up the chameleon, looking at it for a moment. "Well, it's somewhat similar to a few things I was seeking... but not quite the spreading and growing part. Still gives me ideas, though..." She returns to her sketch, making a few edits.
The voice waits and does the same as before once KK is done.
After a few minutes of designing and editing, her design is finally, finally complete.
It manifests as a 20-foot tall prism-shaped shell- made of equal parts metal plates and cloth and bleeding red flesh, wires and veins crisscrossing and weaving all about the outer shell and connecting to speakers that spew both music and unintelligible whisperings at the same time. There is an entrance into the shell, which appears far larger on the inside. Within this shell is the true body- the concentration of their very being. It still appears as a faceless imitation of a humanoid creature, but one made of similar materials to the shell that surrounds it. Innumerable veins and wires and tubes and strings all extend from various parts of its body, tethering themselves to the chamber's inner walls and snapping to other spots as it moves about- or rather, is pulled about by said connecting threads. Faint crackles of radio static can be heard from inside, as well as the occasional crackling of electricity and the hum of aberrant machines. The shell itself is growing, too- forming more metal and flesh and cloth as its tendrils extend out to feel its surroundings, spreading like a mold.
KK looks at their vessel with pure gleeful madness, absolutely giddy at the prospect of eventually being able to become this... this thing.
The music stops in the background, which seemed to disappear until it did. With it goes the void, the pen, and the image of KK’s form. Cerberus is standing where it was, smiling.
KK stands there in silence for a few seconds, before turning to face Cerberus. "That was incredible! Thank you so so much! Oh, this is going to be glorious!" She seems genuinely overjoyed, and definitely a little unhinged.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Clearly a psychic... likely psychopathic to boot... easy to install. C'mon, give me something fun to work with." The rasping, breathless voice chuckles. "What's your name, kid?"
"Yes! X was the name momma gave me... I didn't deserve a name, not like perfect sister... Saphuno..." he spits after saying her name, clenching his paws.
"Jealousy, mommy issues... you're not a psychopath at all, are you? You feel, but you just don't care. Now that's something interesting. You've even got a dream, haven't you? That's very unusual."
"Clearly a psychic... likely psychopathic to boot... easy to install. C'mon, give me something fun to work with." The rasping, breathless voice chuckles. "What's your name, kid?"
"Yes! X was the name momma gave me... I didn't deserve a name, not like perfect sister... Saphuno..." he spits after saying her name, clenching his paws.
"Jealousy, mommy issues... you're not a psychopath at all, are you? You feel, but you just don't care. Now that's something interesting. You've even got a dream, haven't you? That's very unusual."
"Tested! I know what not to do, but it's so fun not to do it! Hurting people? Funny!... Hurting mother?... no... I would never... but, destroying everything she loves, save sister and father? Yes... yes!" he giggles uncontrollably, ordering a drink from the man behind the bar.
The Seer is continuing to spread her corruption throughout the forest. Her area of influence has extended out of the forest proper and is creeping through the nearby plains and hills.
The Traitor watches from a distance, debating when to try and get close. She's angry and uncertain and more than a little scared all at once.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Jealousy, mommy issues... you're not a psychopath at all, are you? You feel, but you just don't care. Now that's something interesting. You've even got a dream, haven't you? That's very unusual."
"Tested! I know what not to do, but it's so fun not to do it! Hurting people? Funny... Hurting mother?... no... I would never... but, destroying everything she loves, save sister and father? Yes... yes!"
"Yes, yes... you are an implement of pain, aren't you, sweetie? Real damn shame. You make a lot of noise. Normally, you wouldn't even be able to hear me, but impacts on the dreamscape bounce off each other. You're primed to cause a lot of harm, and I'm chill with that, but I need you to kind of not do that sometimes. Think of it like you're hurting the community itself. Leave time between the blows so it remains impactful. A couple of big strikes instead of many little ones. Otherwise, I may have to get physical, and I much prefer remaining incorporeal."
Jeb is outside, still a little bummed about his bug friend dying. He is currently taking a few pictures of some flowers he thinks look pretty, trying to adjust his camera lense to get a perfect picture.
The Flesh Son is roaming around the woods, carving what appears to be sigils into trees and rocks. The sigils seem to scar and scab as if blood is welling up from them.
Home is poking a body wrapped up in white plastic that lies on the floor of the Guilt House. He tilts his head, talking to it as if it were still alive some how, telling it about his day.
*good evening peeps, i’m in a strange emotional place right now*
*Oh no, you okay?*
*Yeah I just feel really existential for some reason. And not like the sad way, just the deeply contemplative way. Also I just ate a crispy chicken salad and it was delicious.*
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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.
*good evening peeps, i’m in a strange emotional place right now*
*Oh no, you okay?*
*Yeah I just feel really existential for some reason. And not like the sad way, just the deeply contemplative way. Also I just ate a crispy chicken salad and it was delicious.*
*That's good that you ate but I get the existential part. Never trust your thoughts after a certain time.,
*good evening peeps, i’m in a strange emotional place right now*
*Oh no, you okay?*
*Yeah I just feel really existential for some reason. And not like the sad way, just the deeply contemplative way. Also I just ate a crispy chicken salad and it was delicious.*
*That's good that you ate but I get the existential part. Never trust your thoughts after a certain time.,
*I use the term “existential” lightly. Most of my contemplations are about the Fermi paradox, fusions from Dragon Ball, and Scarecrow from DC.*
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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.
*good evening peeps, i’m in a strange emotional place right now*
*Oh no, you okay?*
*Yeah I just feel really existential for some reason. And not like the sad way, just the deeply contemplative way. Also I just ate a crispy chicken salad and it was delicious.*
*That's good that you ate but I get the existential part. Never trust your thoughts after a certain time.,
*I use the term “existential” lightly. Most of my contemplations are about the Fermi paradox, fusions from Dragon Ball, and Scarecrow from DC.*
*... Me and your extensional thoughts are very different. You have extensional intrusive thoughts and I have extensional dread. Never heard of the Fermi paradox tho*
*good evening peeps, i’m in a strange emotional place right now*
*Oh no, you okay?*
*Yeah I just feel really existential for some reason. And not like the sad way, just the deeply contemplative way. Also I just ate a crispy chicken salad and it was delicious.*
*That's good that you ate but I get the existential part. Never trust your thoughts after a certain time.,
*I use the term “existential” lightly. Most of my contemplations are about the Fermi paradox, fusions from Dragon Ball, and Scarecrow from DC.*
*... Me and your extensional thoughts are very different. You have extensional intrusive thoughts and I have extensional dread. Never heard of the Fermi paradox tho*
*It’s the question of why intelligent life hasn’t contacted us if planets are so common and intelligent life is so likely to exist.*
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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.
*good evening peeps, i’m in a strange emotional place right now*
*Oh no, you okay?*
*Yeah I just feel really existential for some reason. And not like the sad way, just the deeply contemplative way. Also I just ate a crispy chicken salad and it was delicious.*
*That's good that you ate but I get the existential part. Never trust your thoughts after a certain time.,
*I use the term “existential” lightly. Most of my contemplations are about the Fermi paradox, fusions from Dragon Ball, and Scarecrow from DC.*
*... Me and your extensional thoughts are very different. You have extensional intrusive thoughts and I have extensional dread. Never heard of the Fermi paradox tho*
*It’s the question of why intelligent life hasn’t contacted us if planets are so common and intelligent life is so likely to exist.*
*Ooooooooh. Aliens probably do exist but idk. I like the OCEAN more.*
*good evening peeps, i’m in a strange emotional place right now*
*Oh no, you okay?*
*Yeah I just feel really existential for some reason. And not like the sad way, just the deeply contemplative way. Also I just ate a crispy chicken salad and it was delicious.*
*That's good that you ate but I get the existential part. Never trust your thoughts after a certain time.,
*I use the term “existential” lightly. Most of my contemplations are about the Fermi paradox, fusions from Dragon Ball, and Scarecrow from DC.*
*... Me and your extensional thoughts are very different. You have extensional intrusive thoughts and I have extensional dread. Never heard of the Fermi paradox tho*
*It’s the question of why intelligent life hasn’t contacted us if planets are so common and intelligent life is so likely to exist.*
*Ooooooooh. Aliens probably do exist but idk. I like the OCEAN more.*
*Yeah it has rays and skates and stuff. Though rays and skates don’t sound too unlikely on a water world…*
*anyway, wanna rp?*
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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.
*good evening peeps, i’m in a strange emotional place right now*
*Oh no, you okay?*
*Yeah I just feel really existential for some reason. And not like the sad way, just the deeply contemplative way. Also I just ate a crispy chicken salad and it was delicious.*
*That's good that you ate but I get the existential part. Never trust your thoughts after a certain time.,
*I use the term “existential” lightly. Most of my contemplations are about the Fermi paradox, fusions from Dragon Ball, and Scarecrow from DC.*
*... Me and your extensional thoughts are very different. You have extensional intrusive thoughts and I have extensional dread. Never heard of the Fermi paradox tho*
*It’s the question of why intelligent life hasn’t contacted us if planets are so common and intelligent life is so likely to exist.*
*Ooooooooh. Aliens probably do exist but idk. I like the OCEAN more.*
*Yeah it has rays and skates and stuff. Though rays and skates don’t sound too unlikely on a water world…*
The music stops in the background, which seemed to disappear until it did. With it goes the void, the pen, and the image of KK’s form. Cerberus is standing where it was, smiling.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
"awww, was he your friend?" he puts a lot of emphasis on the last word, bringing the spoon up to the man's neck. the blade rings softly.
Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined.
>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>?
YES NO
[Enter: A new RP Thread: Sanctuary]
She becomes invisible once more in a Cheshire Cat-like fashion, with her glowing eyes the last thing to vanish. She shambles away, cackling to herself.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Yes! X was the name momma gave me... I didn't deserve a name, not like perfect sister... Saphuno..." he spits after saying her name, clenching his paws.
Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined.
>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>?
YES NO
[Enter: A new RP Thread: Sanctuary]
KK stands there in silence for a few seconds, before turning to face Cerberus. "That was incredible! Thank you so so much! Oh, this is going to be glorious!" She seems genuinely overjoyed, and definitely a little unhinged.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Jealousy, mommy issues... you're not a psychopath at all, are you? You feel, but you just don't care. Now that's something interesting. You've even got a dream, haven't you? That's very unusual."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
"Tested! I know what not to do, but it's so fun not to do it! Hurting people? Funny!... Hurting mother?... no... I would never... but, destroying everything she loves, save sister and father? Yes... yes!" he giggles uncontrollably, ordering a drink from the man behind the bar.
Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined.
>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>?
YES NO
[Enter: A new RP Thread: Sanctuary]
The Seer is continuing to spread her corruption throughout the forest. Her area of influence has extended out of the forest proper and is creeping through the nearby plains and hills.
The Traitor watches from a distance, debating when to try and get close. She's angry and uncertain and more than a little scared all at once.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Yes, yes... you are an implement of pain, aren't you, sweetie? Real damn shame. You make a lot of noise. Normally, you wouldn't even be able to hear me, but impacts on the dreamscape bounce off each other. You're primed to cause a lot of harm, and I'm chill with that, but I need you to kind of not do that sometimes. Think of it like you're hurting the community itself. Leave time between the blows so it remains impactful. A couple of big strikes instead of many little ones. Otherwise, I may have to get physical, and I much prefer remaining incorporeal."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*IM BACK-*
Jeb is outside, still a little bummed about his bug friend dying. He is currently taking a few pictures of some flowers he thinks look pretty, trying to adjust his camera lense to get a perfect picture.
The Flesh Son is roaming around the woods, carving what appears to be sigils into trees and rocks. The sigils seem to scar and scab as if blood is welling up from them.
Home is poking a body wrapped up in white plastic that lies on the floor of the Guilt House. He tilts his head, talking to it as if it were still alive some how, telling it about his day.
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Alan Wake 2 answers the question of “What is art” by saying “Art is whatever the big evil lake likes”.
*good evening peeps, i’m in a strange emotional place right now*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Oh no, you okay?*
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Alan Wake 2 answers the question of “What is art” by saying “Art is whatever the big evil lake likes”.
*Yeah I just feel really existential for some reason. And not like the sad way, just the deeply contemplative way. Also I just ate a crispy chicken salad and it was delicious.*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*That's good that you ate but I get the existential part. Never trust your thoughts after a certain time.,
[ Discord: #houseofash4056 | PlayStation: RoseGardenTea | Instagram: undertonetrash | Youtube: Area 23 | Steam: RoseGardenTea. ]
Alan Wake 2 answers the question of “What is art” by saying “Art is whatever the big evil lake likes”.
*I use the term “existential” lightly. Most of my contemplations are about the Fermi paradox, fusions from Dragon Ball, and Scarecrow from DC.*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*... Me and your extensional thoughts are very different. You have extensional intrusive thoughts and I have extensional dread. Never heard of the Fermi paradox tho*
[ Discord: #houseofash4056 | PlayStation: RoseGardenTea | Instagram: undertonetrash | Youtube: Area 23 | Steam: RoseGardenTea. ]
Alan Wake 2 answers the question of “What is art” by saying “Art is whatever the big evil lake likes”.
*It’s the question of why intelligent life hasn’t contacted us if planets are so common and intelligent life is so likely to exist.*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Ooooooooh. Aliens probably do exist but idk. I like the OCEAN more.*
[ Discord: #houseofash4056 | PlayStation: RoseGardenTea | Instagram: undertonetrash | Youtube: Area 23 | Steam: RoseGardenTea. ]
Alan Wake 2 answers the question of “What is art” by saying “Art is whatever the big evil lake likes”.
*Yeah it has rays and skates and stuff. Though rays and skates don’t sound too unlikely on a water world…*
*anyway, wanna rp?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Sure. Who ya wanna RP with?*
[ Discord: #houseofash4056 | PlayStation: RoseGardenTea | Instagram: undertonetrash | Youtube: Area 23 | Steam: RoseGardenTea. ]
Alan Wake 2 answers the question of “What is art” by saying “Art is whatever the big evil lake likes”.