*But I do not know who I want. I don't think I've played with Tengen, but I don't know who would interact with him.*
*If I could give a little description of him, he’s a lot like my other characters, lots of regrets, but as where Rag tries to move from them, and where Sparrow accepts them and moves, Tengen just tries to avoid people when he’s enraged, and pretends to be not a sin otherwise, appearing human.*
*Perhaps my brand new demon god. I talked about him before, but I think it's time he's come into play.*
*Alright, I'm gonna assume he's not in the cotton fields himself but just near them.*
The shadow steps down from the air and lands in the nearby river, creating streaks of blood in it as a skeleton slowly forms, starting from the feet. The shadow itself seems to displece the water. "Howdy there. Cold outside, isn't it?" The way the darkness moves gives it an almost classical art vibe, like every motion and pose is effortlessly beautiful, excellently composed.
"Yes, I suppose. My skin has become numb to it." He says and looks down at his book "Is there something I can help you out with?"
"Not especially. I'm not all here at the moment." The pelvis has been constructed now, and muscle, fat, and fabric have begun building around the feet and shins, causing more blood to pour out. "That's an interesting breakfast you have. Do you like it?"
"No. But it is food. Something that doesn't make me want to rip my own tongue out of my head." He shrugs "Who are you? And are you causing.. that?" He asked and gestures to the two men.
*Good idea, Lawrence. Have an introductory cutscene. And yes, it is going to read like a bad sfw yaoi.*
A handful of young adults, none of them older than 22, are in an old, abandoned plantation house, crouched around a recently discovered tabletop RPG set next to a broken-down wall revealing the ancient cotton fields.
The GM laughs as he looks down at the 12 his friend just rolled. "Looks like you critically failed." The friend smirks. "Don't worry, no one knows where my Object of Power is, so I'm safe even if I die here." The GM grins as a menacing reply, nobody noticing his horned shadow. "Yeah... but you know that house rule we agreed on?" The three girls giggle, looking at their fellow player as he blushes and his smile falters. "I... that's bull(GP)! I thought that was just for the girls! Besides, I've still got 5 Essence left before I'm out." The GM hummus a bit and rolls a d12, which turns oddly and lands on exactly 5.
"Looks like you gotta kiss me." The player looks nervous and thrilled at the same time. "But... my dad's the pastor... if he finds out-" "What, he'll disown you? Unlikely. Just say I pushed you into-" The player slams into the GM, hugging him tightly with a big kiss. Everyone seems surprised, even the player... but not the GM. After a bit, the pastor's son pulls back a bit, blushing furiously. "I... I'm sorry." The GM smiles and runs his hand through the other man's hair. "Don't be. My gaydar has been going off for the past 3 years. Honestly, I didn't expect this all to work out. I don't even know where I got this dumb idea." He chuckles, and the two kiss again.
The monstrous shadow leaves the house, rapidly constructing a physical form and dripping blood over the fields as the girls laugh at the two young men confessing their crushes on each other. It is free, and it has a cult to build. And all it took was a little manipulation of luck, and a little whisper into one man's dreams.
Riotan is nearby, listening, his spirits raised by the presence of increased gayness in the world.
The entity, a ram-skulled skeleton wrapped in shadow at this point, lowers down beside him, sitting criss-cross applesauce. "Hey there. What's up?"
*But I do not know who I want. I don't think I've played with Tengen, but I don't know who would interact with him.*
*If I could give a little description of him, he’s a lot like my other characters, lots of regrets, but as where Rag tries to move from them, and where Sparrow accepts them and moves, Tengen just tries to avoid people when he’s enraged, and pretends to be not a sin otherwise, appearing human.*
*Perhaps my brand new demon god. I talked about him before, but I think it's time he's come into play.*
*Okay, I would like to try it, let me quickly make you an intro.*
Tengen is sitting in the forest in his true form. Black eyes, shining with blue hellfire within, his claws sharp and horns sharper. Tall, lanky, and athletically built. He has his helmet in his hands, looking down at the samurai’s helmet.
“I will die, one of these days, all I have to do is be patient.” He rubs his eyes, “I can’t do anything until then, but repent, and continue.”
He sets up some empty cans and smaller targets, before going behind her, wrapping his arms around her to help her arm “Okay, do ya know anythin’?”
"Repent? You? What a dream." He sighs.
"Uhhh yes?" She offers
“This is the reason I want to kill you, I feel sorry about people I don’t want to kill, I wouldn’t be sorry for you.”
He chuckles, moving one arm to their waist “Okay, point the gun at the cans.”
"How sad. Good thing the feeling is mutual." He smirks "I came as a messenger actually."
She does so, though not well, and shoots
“What message do you want to send James?” He says, rubbing his eyebrows.
It misses one of the cans, and he adjusts her aim, stopping the recoil from hurting her “Okay, yer doin’ it wrong. Let me.” He does a little bit to adjust her stance and grip.
"Autism." He said, wiping his mouth off with a napkin "My name is Harlow."
"A book of whaaaat?" She chuckles.
"Yes, I do, I am a drama queen." He smirks.
“I’m Mauric!”
“It discusses the problematic sociological standards set up by elven religious beliefs.”
“Masuki, why do you even go along with him?”
"Hello Mauric, you have nice plants." He said.
"Oh dear, something I never paid attention to." She sighs.
"Because he wants me to.." she mumbles.
“Thanks so much! I’m pretty proud of them.”
Thirteen shrugs. “That’s fine, I guess, but I’m just trying my best to raise awareness in the academic community about nascent racism toward those of mixed elven heritage.”
“Well don’t listen to him! He’s an idiot!”
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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.
"Not especially. I'm not all here at the moment." The pelvis has been constructed now, and muscle, fat, and fabric have begun building around the feet and shins, causing more blood to pour out. "That's an interesting breakfast you have. Do you like it?"
"No. But it is food. Something that doesn't make me want to rip my own tongue out of my head." He shrugs "Who are you? And are you causing.. that?" He asked and gestures to the two men.
"Nah, I just gave them the idea and (gp)ed with their dice rolls. They really do love each other. Consent is important, even outside of the arbitrary standards mortals limit themselves with."
It moves in a strange, wheeling motion, leaving it bent over backwards in a pose that looks pretty uncomfortable but still within the realm of human possibility, all in order to look at him. "Is it an issue with flavor, smell, texture, or a combination?"
*Good idea, Lawrence. Have an introductory cutscene. And yes, it is going to read like a bad sfw yaoi.*
A handful of young adults, none of them older than 22, are in an old, abandoned plantation house, crouched around a recently discovered tabletop RPG set next to a broken-down wall revealing the ancient cotton fields.
The GM laughs as he looks down at the 12 his friend just rolled. "Looks like you critically failed." The friend smirks. "Don't worry, no one knows where my Object of Power is, so I'm safe even if I die here." The GM grins as a menacing reply, nobody noticing his horned shadow. "Yeah... but you know that house rule we agreed on?" The three girls giggle, looking at their fellow player as he blushes and his smile falters. "I... that's bull(GP)! I thought that was just for the girls! Besides, I've still got 5 Essence left before I'm out." The GM hummus a bit and rolls a d12, which turns oddly and lands on exactly 5.
"Looks like you gotta kiss me." The player looks nervous and thrilled at the same time. "But... my dad's the pastor... if he finds out-" "What, he'll disown you? Unlikely. Just say I pushed you into-" The player slams into the GM, hugging him tightly with a big kiss. Everyone seems surprised, even the player... but not the GM. After a bit, the pastor's son pulls back a bit, blushing furiously. "I... I'm sorry." The GM smiles and runs his hand through the other man's hair. "Don't be. My gaydar has been going off for the past 3 years. Honestly, I didn't expect this all to work out. I don't even know where I got this dumb idea." He chuckles, and the two kiss again.
The monstrous shadow leaves the house, rapidly constructing a physical form and dripping blood over the fields as the girls laugh at the two young men confessing their crushes on each other. It is free, and it has a cult to build. And all it took was a little manipulation of luck, and a little whisper into one man's dreams.
Riotan is nearby, listening, his spirits raised by the presence of increased gayness in the world.
The entity, a ram-skulled skeleton wrapped in shadow at this point, lowers down beside him, sitting criss-cross applesauce. "Hey there. What's up?"
“Not much. You did this, right?” He smirks.
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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.
“I will die, one of these days, all I have to do is be patient.” He rubs his eyes, “I can’t do anything until then, but repent, and continue.”
He sets up some empty cans and smaller targets, before going behind her, wrapping his arms around her to help her arm “Okay, do ya know anythin’?”
"Repent? You? What a dream." He sighs.
"Uhhh yes?" She offers
“This is the reason I want to kill you, I feel sorry about people I don’t want to kill, I wouldn’t be sorry for you.”
He chuckles, moving one arm to their waist “Okay, point the gun at the cans.”
"How sad. Good thing the feeling is mutual." He smirks "I came as a messenger actually."
She does so, though not well, and shoots
“What message do you want to send James?” He says, rubbing his eyebrows.
It misses one of the cans, and he adjusts her aim, stopping the recoil from hurting her “Okay, yer doin’ it wrong. Let me.” He does a little bit to adjust her stance and grip.
"Oh no, I come to deliver a message! Masuki got (GP)Ed again." He said, smiling.
"Autism." He said, wiping his mouth off with a napkin "My name is Harlow."
"A book of whaaaat?" She chuckles.
"Yes, I do, I am a drama queen." He smirks.
“I’m Mauric!”
“It discusses the problematic sociological standards set up by elven religious beliefs.”
“Masuki, why do you even go along with him?”
"Hello Mauric, you have nice plants." He said.
"Oh dear, something I never paid attention to." She sighs.
"Because he wants me to.." she mumbles.
“Thanks so much! I’m pretty proud of them.”
Thirteen shrugs. “That’s fine, I guess, but I’m just trying my best to raise awareness in the academic community about nascent racism toward those of mixed elven heritage.”
“Well don’t listen to him! He’s an idiot!”
"That is good, best to be proud of something." He looks back up but his gaze lies just behind Mauric.
"Mn, right, that I actually heard of." She said, nodding.
*Perhaps my brand new demon god. I talked about him before, but I think it's time he's come into play.*
*Okay, I would like to try it, let me quickly make you an intro.*
Tengen is sitting in the forest in his true form. Black eyes, shining with blue hellfire within, his claws sharp and horns sharper. Tall, lanky, and athletically built. He has his helmet in his hands, looking down at the samurai’s helmet.
A large man with a chinstrap beard and dark brown hair all over his body walks over, leaning against a tree. He has a white shirt and pants, a cowboy hat and suspenders. He smiles at the demon before him, then looks off ahead of himself, staring at the sparse foliage overhead. "How you doing?" He pulls out a pipe from his shirt pocket and lights it, letting smoke bellow out from his nostrils and form little monsters on the ground as his eyes gleam bright red.
“I will die, one of these days, all I have to do is be patient.” He rubs his eyes, “I can’t do anything until then, but repent, and continue.”
He sets up some empty cans and smaller targets, before going behind her, wrapping his arms around her to help her arm “Okay, do ya know anythin’?”
"Repent? You? What a dream." He sighs.
"Uhhh yes?" She offers
“This is the reason I want to kill you, I feel sorry about people I don’t want to kill, I wouldn’t be sorry for you.”
He chuckles, moving one arm to their waist “Okay, point the gun at the cans.”
"How sad. Good thing the feeling is mutual." He smirks "I came as a messenger actually."
She does so, though not well, and shoots
“What message do you want to send James?” He says, rubbing his eyebrows.
It misses one of the cans, and he adjusts her aim, stopping the recoil from hurting her “Okay, yer doin’ it wrong. Let me.” He does a little bit to adjust her stance and grip.
"Oh no, I come to deliver a message! Masuki got (GP)Ed again." He said, smiling.
She allows herself to be posistented.
He twitches, before standing up and beginning to walk away. A frigid cold fills the air as he walks towards the town, his armor coming into his body, and blade materializing in his hand.
“Okay, what ya got ta do, don’t let yer wrists get hurt my the recoil. Try again.”
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“I’m Mauric!”
“It discusses the problematic sociological standards set up by elven religious beliefs.”
“Masuki, why do you even go along with him?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Perhaps my brand new demon god. I talked about him before, but I think it's time he's come into play.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"No. But it is food. Something that doesn't make me want to rip my own tongue out of my head." He shrugs "Who are you? And are you causing.. that?" He asked and gestures to the two men.
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
"Hello Mauric, you have nice plants." He said.
"Oh dear, something I never paid attention to." She sighs.
"Because he wants me to.." she mumbles.
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
“This is the reason I want to kill you, I feel sorry about people I don’t want to kill, I wouldn’t be sorry for you.”
He chuckles, moving one arm to their waist “Okay, point the gun at the cans.”
The entity, a ram-skulled skeleton wrapped in shadow at this point, lowers down beside him, sitting criss-cross applesauce. "Hey there. What's up?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"How sad. Good thing the feeling is mutual." He smirks "I came as a messenger actually."
She does so, though not well, and shoots
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
*Okay, I would like to try it, let me quickly make you an intro.*
Tengen is sitting in the forest in his true form. Black eyes, shining with blue hellfire within, his claws sharp and horns sharper. Tall, lanky, and athletically built. He has his helmet in his hands, looking down at the samurai’s helmet.
*Jobah? You want to too?*
“What message do you want to send James?” He says, rubbing his eyebrows.
It misses one of the cans, and he adjusts her aim, stopping the recoil from hurting her “Okay, yer doin’ it wrong. Let me.” He does a little bit to adjust her stance and grip.
“Thanks so much! I’m pretty proud of them.”
Thirteen shrugs. “That’s fine, I guess, but I’m just trying my best to raise awareness in the academic community about nascent racism toward those of mixed elven heritage.”
“Well don’t listen to him! He’s an idiot!”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Nah, I just gave them the idea and (gp)ed with their dice rolls. They really do love each other. Consent is important, even outside of the arbitrary standards mortals limit themselves with."
It moves in a strange, wheeling motion, leaving it bent over backwards in a pose that looks pretty uncomfortable but still within the realm of human possibility, all in order to look at him. "Is it an issue with flavor, smell, texture, or a combination?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Not much. You did this, right?” He smirks.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Certainly*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Just to ask, do you want anyone specific? You probably don’t, just asking.*
"Oh no, I come to deliver a message! Masuki got (GP)Ed again." He said, smiling.
She allows herself to be posistented.
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
*Heriot and anyone else you’d prefer to use*
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 is good, best to be proud of something." He looks back up but his gaze lies just behind Mauric.
"Mn, right, that I actually heard of." She said, nodding.
"Not like I can do anything..."
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
A large man with a chinstrap beard and dark brown hair all over his body walks over, leaning against a tree. He has a white shirt and pants, a cowboy hat and suspenders. He smiles at the demon before him, then looks off ahead of himself, staring at the sparse foliage overhead. "How you doing?" He pulls out a pipe from his shirt pocket and lights it, letting smoke bellow out from his nostrils and form little monsters on the ground as his eyes gleam bright red.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He twitches, before standing up and beginning to walk away. A frigid cold fills the air as he walks towards the town, his armor coming into his body, and blade materializing in his hand.
“Okay, what ya got ta do, don’t let yer wrists get hurt my the recoil. Try again.”