"Of course, s-sir. Sirs?" He fidgets with his hands. "Uh, I should introduce myself. Max McAllan, owner of Big Bear Beastro. I-I'm also the mascot actor, since the suit has some mechanical bits and can be a bit... quirky at times. Really, I could teach someone else to maintain and use my inventions, but... you know, easier to just do that myself. That way no one will get..." He pulls his collar down with a long finger, revealing the eye-shaped scars forming a pattern around his neck. "...hurt."
*Hello... Hello? Hello hello?*
Samaritan tilts his head, gesturing him to come forward. He pulls out a small packaged item, it looks like red bean mochi.
*Uh, I wanted to record a message for you to help you get settled in on your first night.*
Max looks hesitant for a second, but quickly shakes it off and takes some tentative steps toward Samaritan.
Omori is running around, ecstatically casting the one cantrip she finally learned to cast, sending little showers of harmless sparks absolutely everywhere.
KK is continuing to create horrific amalgamations of mannequin parts, animating them and leaving them to wander and probably scare someone.
Cathcart is milling about in the general area outside the Inn, boredly twirling his mace in one hand as he does.
*I actually made someone specifically to interact with KK.*
A tale figure, with the head of a goat skull, stand inside the tavern library. They wear a immaculate suit made of deep charcoal fabric with gilded lines running through it. The lower half of the suit is, in fact, a long skirt that trails behind them. They seem to be working on a mannequin, stitching the hem of a skirt that is wrapped around its waist.
Omori is running around, ecstatically casting the one cantrip she finally learned to cast, sending little showers of harmless sparks absolutely everywhere.
KK is continuing to create horrific amalgamations of mannequin parts, animating them and leaving them to wander and probably scare someone.
Cathcart is milling about in the general area outside the Inn, boredly twirling his mace in one hand as he does.
*Would you be alright with continuing what we were doing before with Max and KK?*
*I’ll take that as a no, today feels like I should be choosing anyway. Tim, Sparrow and… Grimes.*
Tim is still just kinda existing, he’s waiting for a little bit, wondering when he can be told what he is, his legs swinging in a chair too tall for him, a little smile on his face.
Sparrow is drinking again, he’s been doing it less the past few days, but he’s back to alcoholism, because he’s an addict.
Grimes is preparing to kill some people in the forest, but he’s also processing his feelings as he sharpens his claws.
Gigli is preparing a room for Tim, a small one near his office to allow him to stay there.
Stroth appears next to him, grinning. She hugs him happily.
The Herald, dressed in all black, is ready. He has his knife brandished in hand
"Of course, s-sir. Sirs?" He fidgets with his hands. "Uh, I should introduce myself. Max McAllan, owner of Big Bear Beastro. I-I'm also the mascot actor, since the suit has some mechanical bits and can be a bit... quirky at times. Really, I could teach someone else to maintain and use my inventions, but... you know, easier to just do that myself. That way no one will get..." He pulls his collar down with a long finger, revealing the eye-shaped scars forming a pattern around his neck. "...hurt."
*Hello... Hello? Hello hello?*
Samaritan tilts his head, gesturing him to come forward. He pulls out a small packaged item, it looks like red bean mochi.
*Uh, I wanted to record a message for you to help you get settled in on your first night.*
Max looks hesitant for a second, but quickly shakes it off and takes some tentative steps toward Samaritan.
Samaritan extends his hand and holds out the package to him "Bunson Bean Mochi. Heals all scars, wounds, broken bones, warts, tumors.. everything really. Made them myself."
*The tourney is almost over, next will be the boss fight against the champion, and an optional boss fight against the two headed dragon emperor. I’d say it went pretty well for them.*
*Cool! I think I would like... Rag. He doesn't get to play much, and I don't want him to fall into the void.*
Max McAllan is putting up posters advertising his restaurant.
*I’ll take that as a no, today feels like I should be choosing anyway. Tim, Sparrow and… Grimes.*
Tim is still just kinda existing, he’s waiting for a little bit, wondering when he can be told what he is, his legs swinging in a chair too tall for him, a little smile on his face.
Sparrow is drinking again, he’s been doing it less the past few days, but he’s back to alcoholism, because he’s an addict.
Grimes is preparing to kill some people in the forest, but he’s also processing his feelings as he sharpens his claws.
Gigli is preparing a room for Tim, a small one near his office to allow him to stay there.
Stroth appears next to him, grinning. She hugs him happily.
The Herald, dressed in all black, is ready. He has his knife brandished in hand
They patiently wait, looking to see Gigli and the crocodile person, waving to them both, having warmed up to them.
He smiles upon seeing her, half way through a bottle of whiskey, two more at his side, unopened. He hugs her back.
He nods to them, moving through the forest silently, a ghost with how stealthy he is, letting TH take the lead.
*I actually made someone specifically to interact with KK.*
A tale figure, with the head of a goat skull, stand inside the tavern library. They wear a immaculate suit made of deep charcoal fabric with gilded lines running through it. The lower half of the suit is, in fact, a long skirt that trails behind them. They seem to be working on a mannequin, stitching the hem of a skirt that is wrapped around its waist.
*Man, I haven't used Alcove in awhile.*
KK walks into the library and sees them working on their project, watching for a moment and forgetting why she initially went into this room.
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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)
The red-haired man is staring at the advertisements on the side depicting a chubby polar bear with a vest and tie, but then he hears her coming and turns a bit, smiling nervously. "A-ah, so you're interested in these new machines? They're marvels, you see." He's dressed in the same reds, whites, and yellows that color the box itself, and he has a little metal name tag that reads Max McAllen, Manager. "They cook up your food perfectly right when you need them. They're a bit slower than at our main location, but that's just how it goes."
"Fascinating. Almost reminds me of... well, that's besides the point." She looks around at the machine, looking to see if there's some spot from which she can see its inner workings.
There is a large, locked panel on the side. There's also a big window on the front where you can see some of the inner workings, pretty much just where the food is cooked. There's a grill with a press, a mandolin-like device for onions, a transparent pressure fryer, a shake-mixer... overall, it looks very over-engineered. A lot of focus on the spectacle. "You can also, uh, get sauce packets for free, but only five at a time per purchase. I spent a lot of time working on it, but they're still prototypes. Not sure if they can, uh, make a profit, but I know they're food-safe and won't explode... so long as I stick around and maintain them every couple days. No one else knows how since, you know, can't afford to train people to maintain a technology we might not keep, heh." He rambles a bit.
She nods thoughtfully, fully listening to his little bit of rambling with interest. "From what I see, they look very impressive. I imagine they'll be quite popular, both for convenience and spectacle."
*Sure thing, Baal! Here you go!*
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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)
*I’ll take that as a no, today feels like I should be choosing anyway. Tim, Sparrow and… Grimes.*
Tim is still just kinda existing, he’s waiting for a little bit, wondering when he can be told what he is, his legs swinging in a chair too tall for him, a little smile on his face.
Sparrow is drinking again, he’s been doing it less the past few days, but he’s back to alcoholism, because he’s an addict.
Grimes is preparing to kill some people in the forest, but he’s also processing his feelings as he sharpens his claws.
Gigli is preparing a room for Tim, a small one near his office to allow him to stay there.
Stroth appears next to him, grinning. She hugs him happily.
The Herald, dressed in all black, is ready. He has his knife brandished in hand
They patiently wait, looking to see Gigli and the crocodile person, waving to them both, having warmed up to them.
He smiles upon seeing her, half way through a bottle of whiskey, two more at his side, unopened. He hugs her back.
He nods to them, moving through the forest silently, a ghost with how stealthy he is, letting TH take the lead.
Addy walks over, holding out what appears to be a box. She smiles "Here you go dear, just for you". Inside is a gender-neutral hoodie of soft grey fabric, black pants, and a pair of grey stripped socks that look like cat paws. Inside is also a bracelet, a piece of metal inscribed with Tim's name. "That should allow the building to know you aren't a threat." She says and nods.
"How're you?" She asks, sitting down beside him.
After a moment, the two hear voices and the sound of a bonfire. TH crouches down, peering out from behind a tree.
*Uh, I wanted to record a message for you to help you get settled in on your first night.*
Max looks hesitant for a second, but quickly shakes it off and takes some tentative steps toward Samaritan.
Samaritan extends his hand and holds out the package to him "Bunson Bean Mochi. Heals all scars, wounds, broken bones, warts, tumors.. everything really. Made them myself."
He's silent for a moment. "...Wow." He takes it in his hands as if the package were made of precious stained glass. "I-is there a catch? I mean, why-why offer this to me?"
*I actually made someone specifically to interact with KK.*
A tale figure, with the head of a goat skull, stand inside the tavern library. They wear a immaculate suit made of deep charcoal fabric with gilded lines running through it. The lower half of the suit is, in fact, a long skirt that trails behind them. They seem to be working on a mannequin, stitching the hem of a skirt that is wrapped around its waist.
*Man, I haven't used Alcove in awhile.*
KK walks into the library and sees them working on their project, watching for a moment and forgetting why she initially went into this room.
They look up and bow deeply "Hello there. Quite sorry, I must be in your way." They begin to move their tools and such.
*The tourney is almost over, next will be the boss fight against the champion, and an optional boss fight against the two headed dragon emperor. I’d say it went pretty well for them.*
*Cool! I think I would like... Rag. He doesn't get to play much, and I don't want him to fall into the void.*
Max McAllan is putting up posters advertising his restaurant.
*Oh he certainly won’t fall into the void.*
Rag is walking around, and considering his colossal size he’s slightly difficult to miss.
*Uh, I wanted to record a message for you to help you get settled in on your first night.*
Max looks hesitant for a second, but quickly shakes it off and takes some tentative steps toward Samaritan.
Samaritan extends his hand and holds out the package to him "Bunson Bean Mochi. Heals all scars, wounds, broken bones, warts, tumors.. everything really. Made them myself."
He's silent for a moment. "...Wow." He takes it in his hands as if the package were made of precious stained glass. "I-is there a catch? I mean, why-why offer this to me?"
"I hate seeing people hurt. I saw enough of it when I was much younger, don't ever want to see it again." He says, the golden masks glinting "No catches, no hexes, no curses."
There is a large, locked panel on the side. There's also a big window on the front where you can see some of the inner workings, pretty much just where the food is cooked. There's a grill with a press, a mandolin-like device for onions, a transparent pressure fryer, a shake-mixer... overall, it looks very over-engineered. A lot of focus on the spectacle. "You can also, uh, get sauce packets for free, but only five at a time per purchase. I spent a lot of time working on it, but they're still prototypes. Not sure if they can, uh, make a profit, but I know they're food-safe and won't explode... so long as I stick around and maintain them every couple days. No one else knows how since, you know, can't afford to train people to maintain a technology we might not keep, heh." He rambles a bit.
She nods thoughtfully, fully listening to his little bit of rambling with interest. "From what I see, they look very impressive. I imagine they'll be quite popular, both for convenience and spectacle."
*Sure thing, Baal! Here you go!*
*Thank you!*
Max nods. "That's, yeah, uh, that's my hope. The speed still leaves something to be desired, since it has to cook the ingredients from frozen. I learned the hard way that you can't just pump the heat and pray it cooks faster. To do that, I'd need to mash the patties down further, which would mean that I would need larger buns, and thus more condiments, but I'd still have the same amount of beef. I could do two patties, of course... but I'd have to alter my equipment significantly. So that's an after profits thing."
*I actually made someone specifically to interact with KK.*
A tale figure, with the head of a goat skull, stand inside the tavern library. They wear a immaculate suit made of deep charcoal fabric with gilded lines running through it. The lower half of the suit is, in fact, a long skirt that trails behind them. They seem to be working on a mannequin, stitching the hem of a skirt that is wrapped around its waist.
*Man, I haven't used Alcove in awhile.*
KK walks into the library and sees them working on their project, watching for a moment and forgetting why she initially went into this room.
They look up and bow deeply "Hello there. Quite sorry, I must be in your way." They begin to move their tools and such.
"Oh, no, don't worry- you're not in the way at all. I was just curious about what you're making." She gestures towards the mannequin and the in-progress skirt. "It's very well-designed. What was your inspiration?"
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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)
*I actually made someone specifically to interact with KK.*
A tale figure, with the head of a goat skull, stand inside the tavern library. They wear a immaculate suit made of deep charcoal fabric with gilded lines running through it. The lower half of the suit is, in fact, a long skirt that trails behind them. They seem to be working on a mannequin, stitching the hem of a skirt that is wrapped around its waist.
*Man, I haven't used Alcove in awhile.*
KK walks into the library and sees them working on their project, watching for a moment and forgetting why she initially went into this room.
They look up and bow deeply "Hello there. Quite sorry, I must be in your way." They begin to move their tools and such.
"Oh, no, don't worry- you're not in the way at all. I was just curious about what you're making." She gestures towards the mannequin and the in-progress skirt. "It's very well-designed. What was your inspiration?"
"The raven's that hide in trees. You can see little tiny crow eyes stubbed in the lining of the skirt as well as a belt made of woven twigs." They explained.
Hallo, I am a pan, NB (Demigirl?), chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. I do think it may be do for a username change one day; but today is not that day.
*Cool! I think I would like... Rag. He doesn't get to play much, and I don't want him to fall into the void.*
Max McAllan is putting up posters advertising his restaurant.
*Oh he certainly won’t fall into the void.*
Rag is walking around, and considering his colossal size he’s slightly difficult to miss.
The red-haired man looks up at him with awe, and after some consideration, decides to approach. "H-hello, good sir!" He offers a flyer. "W-would you like to have a dinner and a sh-show at an affordable price for the whole family? T-to celebrate our opening, we are slashing our already affordable prices for groups of 1/4 or more!"
He's silent for a moment. "...Wow." He takes it in his hands as if the package were made of precious stained glass. "I-is there a catch? I mean, why-why offer this to me?"
"I hate seeing people hurt. I saw enough of it when I was much younger, don't ever want to see it again." He says, the golden masks glinting "No catches, no hexes, no curses."
"Y-yes sir. I understand. Thank you." He quickly pops one into his mouth, but savors it, chewing slowly.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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*Uh, I wanted to record a message for you to help you get settled in on your first night.*
Max looks hesitant for a second, but quickly shakes it off and takes some tentative steps toward Samaritan.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I actually made someone specifically to interact with KK.*
A tale figure, with the head of a goat skull, stand inside the tavern library. They wear a immaculate suit made of deep charcoal fabric with gilded lines running through it. The lower half of the suit is, in fact, a long skirt that trails behind them. They seem to be working on a mannequin, stitching the hem of a skirt that is wrapped around its waist.
*Man, I haven't used Alcove in awhile.*
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
*Would you be alright with continuing what we were doing before with Max and KK?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Gigli is preparing a room for Tim, a small one near his office to allow him to stay there.
Stroth appears next to him, grinning. She hugs him happily.
The Herald, dressed in all black, is ready. He has his knife brandished in hand
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
Samaritan extends his hand and holds out the package to him "Bunson Bean Mochi. Heals all scars, wounds, broken bones, warts, tumors.. everything really. Made them myself."
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
*Cool! I think I would like... Rag. He doesn't get to play much, and I don't want him to fall into the void.*
Max McAllan is putting up posters advertising his restaurant.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
They patiently wait, looking to see Gigli and the crocodile person, waving to them both, having warmed up to them.
He smiles upon seeing her, half way through a bottle of whiskey, two more at his side, unopened. He hugs her back.
He nods to them, moving through the forest silently, a ghost with how stealthy he is, letting TH take the lead.
KK walks into the library and sees them working on their project, watching for a moment and forgetting why she initially went into this room.
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)
*Sure thing, Baal! Here you go!*
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)
Addy walks over, holding out what appears to be a box. She smiles "Here you go dear, just for you". Inside is a gender-neutral hoodie of soft grey fabric, black pants, and a pair of grey stripped socks that look like cat paws. Inside is also a bracelet, a piece of metal inscribed with Tim's name. "That should allow the building to know you aren't a threat." She says and nods.
"How're you?" She asks, sitting down beside him.
After a moment, the two hear voices and the sound of a bonfire. TH crouches down, peering out from behind a tree.
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
He's silent for a moment. "...Wow." He takes it in his hands as if the package were made of precious stained glass. "I-is there a catch? I mean, why-why offer this to me?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
They look up and bow deeply "Hello there. Quite sorry, I must be in your way." They begin to move their tools and such.
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
*Oh he certainly won’t fall into the void.*
Rag is walking around, and considering his colossal size he’s slightly difficult to miss.
"I hate seeing people hurt. I saw enough of it when I was much younger, don't ever want to see it again." He says, the golden masks glinting "No catches, no hexes, no curses."
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
*Thank you!*
Max nods. "That's, yeah, uh, that's my hope. The speed still leaves something to be desired, since it has to cook the ingredients from frozen. I learned the hard way that you can't just pump the heat and pray it cooks faster. To do that, I'd need to mash the patties down further, which would mean that I would need larger buns, and thus more condiments, but I'd still have the same amount of beef. I could do two patties, of course... but I'd have to alter my equipment significantly. So that's an after profits thing."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Oh, no, don't worry- you're not in the way at all. I was just curious about what you're making." She gestures towards the mannequin and the in-progress skirt. "It's very well-designed. What was your inspiration?"
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)
"The raven's that hide in trees. You can see little tiny crow eyes stubbed in the lining of the skirt as well as a belt made of woven twigs." They explained.
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
Basil is sitting in the bar, eating food, and entertaining anyone who cares to donate a copper
. ݁𝜗~☆Extended Signature☆~𝜚.
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Hallo, I am a pan, NB (Demigirl?), chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. I do think it may be do for a username change one day; but today is not that day.
The red-haired man looks up at him with awe, and after some consideration, decides to approach. "H-hello, good sir!" He offers a flyer. "W-would you like to have a dinner and a sh-show at an affordable price for the whole family? T-to celebrate our opening, we are slashing our already affordable prices for groups of 1/4 or more!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Y-yes sir. I understand. Thank you." He quickly pops one into his mouth, but savors it, chewing slowly.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels