She puts her mask on, coating her spear with thick poison, before going to attack, leaving Malafasa to follow. (Surprise round) To hit:1414 Damage:65 Scorpion con saves or take 143 Con save:1421
“I guess im lucky I like your boyfriend then. Anyone you approve I probably would’ve approved of either way.”
Mala rushes forward and starts bashing against its mandibles with her hammers. Attack: 10 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll. Attack: 11 Damage: 7 Attack: 8 Damage: 4 Attack: 25 Damage: 7
"You sure about that? 'Cause I've had some pretty [gp]ed up friends in my life. Well, not exactly friends, but that's a story for another day."
Only the last attack, along with Sersha’s pierce through the shell in places, causing them to bleed and shriek, as they wake up. Init:6 Scorpion init:-1
“You aren’t the only one, Paracelsus used to have the nickname Doctor Gaslight, can you guess why?” He says laughing, leaning back in his chair, “I’ve got a girlfriend now though, so that’s nice.”
Init: 15
"Oh?"
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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.
Inspector Thorne is in the library of the tavern, looking over an old map of the area. He sips a glass of whiskey, making notes in a small black leather bound notebook of places on the maps.
Samaritan is pacing back and forth, looking a bit agitated. He has somehow smoked three cigars in the last hour, each one smoked right down to the filter.
Azeral is sharpening his sword, sitting on a pile of bodies be has managed to kill in the past day. He is thinking of making himself of throne of bones.
Thirteen is meditating in his chair, trying to commune with something.
Rio is keeping watch over him, worried.
*desc?* Loriche is out hunting and spots him. She stays back, a bit concerned by the carnage.
Thorne glances up to retrieve the whiskey bottle perched on his desk and looks over at Thirteen.
Samaritan turns around, flames nearly bursting to life on his form before blurring out the words "Marry me." to Rio.
*6'7 black armor wearing Angel of Death wearing a mask depicting skeletal features.*
Azeral looks up and tilts his head, nodding at them.
She puts her mask on, coating her spear with thick poison, before going to attack, leaving Malafasa to follow. (Surprise round) To hit:1414 Damage:65 Scorpion con saves or take 143 Con save:1421
“I guess im lucky I like your boyfriend then. Anyone you approve I probably would’ve approved of either way.”
Mala rushes forward and starts bashing against its mandibles with her hammers. Attack: 10 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll. Attack: 11 Damage: 7 Attack: 8 Damage: 4 Attack: 25 Damage: 7
"You sure about that? 'Cause I've had some pretty [gp]ed up friends in my life. Well, not exactly friends, but that's a story for another day."
Only the last attack, along with Sersha’s pierce through the shell in places, causing them to bleed and shriek, as they wake up. Init:6 Scorpion init:-1
“You aren’t the only one, Paracelsus used to have the nickname Doctor Gaslight, can you guess why?” He says laughing, leaning back in his chair, “I’ve got a girlfriend now though, so that’s nice.”
Init: 14
"Oh?"
Malafasa is the fastest.
“Life’s getting better each day, though she is technically both dead and a monster, sharing two bodies.”
"Well, maybe you can get someone who knows how to do it better, and ask them to teach you. My magic is pretty dangerous too. There's this angel thing that really wants to meet me, and if I try to create something that takes a while it might come through."
“Okay… I’ll try to meet someone who can teach me more about my powers.” He notices that his mask has tilted slightly and moves it back to the way it was before, “You’re nice Austin.”
"Thanks! Being nice makes me feel nice." He checks the chicken legs, then puts them on a rack to drain.
He watches them drain, looking slightly hungry at the sight of the chicken “Can I have a little bit once it’s done cooling?”
"You can have those two. They'll be safe to eat in about two minutes, I think. But be cautious. If it hurts, don't do it."
He waits for them to be safe to eat before taking two. He takes off his gloves, revealing hands that don’t have prints on them, beginning to eatZ
Inspector Thorne is in the library of the tavern, looking over an old map of the area. He sips a glass of whiskey, making notes in a small black leather bound notebook of places on the maps.
Samaritan is pacing back and forth, looking a bit agitated. He has somehow smoked three cigars in the last hour, each one smoked right down to the filter.
Azeral is sharpening his sword, sitting on a pile of bodies be has managed to kill in the past day. He is thinking of making himself of throne of bones.
Thirteen is meditating in his chair, trying to commune with something.
Rio is keeping watch over him, worried.
*desc?* Loriche is out hunting and spots him. She stays back, a bit concerned by the carnage.
Thorne glances up to retrieve the whiskey bottle perched on his desk and looks over at Thirteen.
Samaritan turns around, flames nearly bursting to life on his form before blurring out the words "Marry me." to Rio.
*6'7 black armor wearing Angel of Death wearing a mask depicting skeletal features.*
Azeral looks up and tilts his head, nodding at them.
Patterns of interlocking ethereal blue triangles are glowing along his skin.
"Okay." He responds without missing a beat.
Loriche nods back. "You're not a god or anything, right?"
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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.
*idk here have some goobers* Captain Mckinley is once again getting ridiculously drunk
A tall figure with a hat obscuring the top of their face comes into the tavern, nearly bumping their head on a hanging lantern.
I'm garbage at describing clothes but they're wearing this
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat or share a fun fact or two. I'm a sensitive little sad bean. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, and certified silly goose
Inspector Thorne is in the library of the tavern, looking over an old map of the area. He sips a glass of whiskey, making notes in a small black leather bound notebook of places on the maps.
Samaritan is pacing back and forth, looking a bit agitated. He has somehow smoked three cigars in the last hour, each one smoked right down to the filter.
Azeral is sharpening his sword, sitting on a pile of bodies be has managed to kill in the past day. He is thinking of making himself of throne of bones.
Thirteen is meditating in his chair, trying to commune with something.
Rio is keeping watch over him, worried.
*desc?* Loriche is out hunting and spots him. She stays back, a bit concerned by the carnage.
Thorne glances up to retrieve the whiskey bottle perched on his desk and looks over at Thirteen.
Samaritan turns around, flames nearly bursting to life on his form before blurring out the words "Marry me." to Rio.
*6'7 black armor wearing Angel of Death wearing a mask depicting skeletal features.*
Azeral looks up and tilts his head, nodding at them.
Patterns of interlocking ethereal blue triangles are glowing along his skin.
"Okay." He responds without missing a beat.
Loriche nods back. "You're not a god or anything, right?"
Thorne watches a moment more, intrigued but not one to bother someone when they are occupied.
Samaritan exhales harshly like he just ran across the world's surface, hands on his knees. "Christ.. why was that hard for me.."
"If I was, more than just these few would be dead." He chuckles.
She puts her mask on, coating her spear with thick poison, before going to attack, leaving Malafasa to follow. (Surprise round) To hit:1414 Damage:65 Scorpion con saves or take 143 Con save:1421
“I guess im lucky I like your boyfriend then. Anyone you approve I probably would’ve approved of either way.”
Mala rushes forward and starts bashing against its mandibles with her hammers. Attack: 10 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll. Attack: 11 Damage: 7 Attack: 8 Damage: 4 Attack: 25 Damage: 7
"You sure about that? 'Cause I've had some pretty [gp]ed up friends in my life. Well, not exactly friends, but that's a story for another day."
Only the last attack, along with Sersha’s pierce through the shell in places, causing them to bleed and shriek, as they wake up. Init:6 Scorpion init:-1
“You aren’t the only one, Paracelsus used to have the nickname Doctor Gaslight, can you guess why?” He says laughing, leaning back in his chair, “I’ve got a girlfriend now though, so that’s nice.”
Init: 14
"Oh?"
Malafasa is the fastest.
“Life’s getting better each day, though she is technically both dead and a monster, sharing two bodies.”
She beats her wings furiously, unleashing a cutting wind. Make a DEX save.
"And that's a... bad thing?"
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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.
Inspector Thorne is in the library of the tavern, looking over an old map of the area. He sips a glass of whiskey, making notes in a small black leather bound notebook of places on the maps.
Samaritan is pacing back and forth, looking a bit agitated. He has somehow smoked three cigars in the last hour, each one smoked right down to the filter.
Azeral is sharpening his sword, sitting on a pile of bodies be has managed to kill in the past day. He is thinking of making himself of throne of bones.
He sees Gravedigger walk by
Azeral looks up, his eyes glinting "Evening."
Gravedigger nods to him "good evening. how are you doing?"
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they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Always had a fear of being typical Looking at my body feeling miserable Always hanging on to the visual I wanna be invisible
She puts her mask on, coating her spear with thick poison, before going to attack, leaving Malafasa to follow. (Surprise round) To hit:1414 Damage:65 Scorpion con saves or take 143 Con save:1421
“I guess im lucky I like your boyfriend then. Anyone you approve I probably would’ve approved of either way.”
Mala rushes forward and starts bashing against its mandibles with her hammers. Attack: 10 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll. Attack: 11 Damage: 7 Attack: 8 Damage: 4 Attack: 25 Damage: 7
"You sure about that? 'Cause I've had some pretty [gp]ed up friends in my life. Well, not exactly friends, but that's a story for another day."
Only the last attack, along with Sersha’s pierce through the shell in places, causing them to bleed and shriek, as they wake up. Init:6 Scorpion init:-1
“You aren’t the only one, Paracelsus used to have the nickname Doctor Gaslight, can you guess why?” He says laughing, leaning back in his chair, “I’ve got a girlfriend now though, so that’s nice.”
Init: 14
"Oh?"
Malafasa is the fastest.
“Life’s getting better each day, though she is technically both dead and a monster, sharing two bodies.”
She beats her wings furiously, unleashing a cutting wind. Make a DEX save.
"And that's a... bad thing?"
Dex save:-1 (Wouldn’t this hit Sersha too?)
“Never said that, I do often finding myself loving someone outside of the norm.”
Inspector Thorne is in the library of the tavern, looking over an old map of the area. He sips a glass of whiskey, making notes in a small black leather bound notebook of places on the maps.
Samaritan is pacing back and forth, looking a bit agitated. He has somehow smoked three cigars in the last hour, each one smoked right down to the filter.
Azeral is sharpening his sword, sitting on a pile of bodies be has managed to kill in the past day. He is thinking of making himself of throne of bones.
Thirteen is meditating in his chair, trying to commune with something.
Rio is keeping watch over him, worried.
*desc?* Loriche is out hunting and spots him. She stays back, a bit concerned by the carnage.
Thorne glances up to retrieve the whiskey bottle perched on his desk and looks over at Thirteen.
Samaritan turns around, flames nearly bursting to life on his form before blurring out the words "Marry me." to Rio.
*6'7 black armor wearing Angel of Death wearing a mask depicting skeletal features.*
Azeral looks up and tilts his head, nodding at them.
Patterns of interlocking ethereal blue triangles are glowing along his skin.
"Okay." He responds without missing a beat.
Loriche nods back. "You're not a god or anything, right?"
Thorne watches a moment more, intrigued but not one to bother someone when they are occupied.
Samaritan exhales harshly like he just ran across the world's surface, hands on his knees. "Christ.. why was that hard for me.."
"If I was, more than just these few would be dead." He chuckles.
After a bit, Thirteen opens his eyes and sits back up. "So impatient. Doesn't he know it's rude to call me when I'm writing?"
"Because you were nervous? I dunno, never felt it." He laughs a bit. "But I'm very glad you mustered up the effort to do it."
"Oh. Are you Nerephos then?"
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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.
Inspector Thorne is in the library of the tavern, looking over an old map of the area. He sips a glass of whiskey, making notes in a small black leather bound notebook of places on the maps.
Samaritan is pacing back and forth, looking a bit agitated. He has somehow smoked three cigars in the last hour, each one smoked right down to the filter.
Azeral is sharpening his sword, sitting on a pile of bodies be has managed to kill in the past day. He is thinking of making himself of throne of bones.
Thirteen is meditating in his chair, trying to commune with something.
Rio is keeping watch over him, worried.
*desc?* Loriche is out hunting and spots him. She stays back, a bit concerned by the carnage.
Thorne glances up to retrieve the whiskey bottle perched on his desk and looks over at Thirteen.
Samaritan turns around, flames nearly bursting to life on his form before blurring out the words "Marry me." to Rio.
*6'7 black armor wearing Angel of Death wearing a mask depicting skeletal features.*
Azeral looks up and tilts his head, nodding at them.
Patterns of interlocking ethereal blue triangles are glowing along his skin.
"Okay." He responds without missing a beat.
Loriche nods back. "You're not a god or anything, right?"
Thorne watches a moment more, intrigued but not one to bother someone when they are occupied.
Samaritan exhales harshly like he just ran across the world's surface, hands on his knees. "Christ.. why was that hard for me.."
"If I was, more than just these few would be dead." He chuckles.
After a bit, Thirteen opens his eyes and sits back up. "So impatient. Doesn't he know it's rude to call me when I'm writing?"
"Because you were nervous? I dunno, never felt it." He laughs a bit. "But I'm very glad you mustered up the effort to do it."
"Oh. Are you Nerephos then?"
"Issues with a higher force?" Thorne asks, not looking up from his notes.
"I was worried there..." He sighs, rubbing his eyes.
She puts her mask on, coating her spear with thick poison, before going to attack, leaving Malafasa to follow. (Surprise round) To hit:1414 Damage:65 Scorpion con saves or take 143 Con save:1421
“I guess im lucky I like your boyfriend then. Anyone you approve I probably would’ve approved of either way.”
Mala rushes forward and starts bashing against its mandibles with her hammers. Attack: 10 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll. Attack: 11 Damage: 7 Attack: 8 Damage: 4 Attack: 25 Damage: 7
"You sure about that? 'Cause I've had some pretty [gp]ed up friends in my life. Well, not exactly friends, but that's a story for another day."
Only the last attack, along with Sersha’s pierce through the shell in places, causing them to bleed and shriek, as they wake up. Init:6 Scorpion init:-1
“You aren’t the only one, Paracelsus used to have the nickname Doctor Gaslight, can you guess why?” He says laughing, leaning back in his chair, “I’ve got a girlfriend now though, so that’s nice.”
Init: 14
"Oh?"
Malafasa is the fastest.
“Life’s getting better each day, though she is technically both dead and a monster, sharing two bodies.”
She beats her wings furiously, unleashing a cutting wind. Make a DEX save.
"And that's a... bad thing?"
Dex save:-1 (Wouldn’t this hit Sersha too?)
“Never said that, I do often finding myself loving someone outside of the norm.”
*no she's in the air aiming diagonally down, so it misses her. she's too precise with the wind for that*
The scorpion takes 18 slashing damage as gale after gale ravages its carapace.
"I gotcha. What's her name?"
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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.
Austin is heating up some oil on the stove. He has several breaded but raw chicken legs beside him. He's checking the temperature of the oil frequently, seemingly slightly frustrated as he snacks on chocolates.
*stop that's my dead name holy [GP]*
*I'm sorry, would you like me to change it?*
*its.. fine, you didn't know*
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Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined. >Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you YESNO
[Enter: A new RP Thread: Anytown, USA] (That's a link.. Please click it.) S♡J 2-13-25
*idk here have some goobers* Captain Mckinley is once again getting ridiculously drunk
A tall figure with a hat obscuring the top of their face comes into the tavern, nearly bumping their head on a hanging lantern.
I'm garbage at describing clothes but they're wearing this
The person sits down and orders something warm cheerily, adjusting their hat. Their shaggy hair is coal-black, as are their eyes.
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat or share a fun fact or two. I'm a sensitive little sad bean. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, and certified silly goose
Inspector Thorne is in the library of the tavern, looking over an old map of the area. He sips a glass of whiskey, making notes in a small black leather bound notebook of places on the maps.
Samaritan is pacing back and forth, looking a bit agitated. He has somehow smoked three cigars in the last hour, each one smoked right down to the filter.
Azeral is sharpening his sword, sitting on a pile of bodies be has managed to kill in the past day. He is thinking of making himself of throne of bones.
Thirteen is meditating in his chair, trying to commune with something.
Rio is keeping watch over him, worried.
*desc?* Loriche is out hunting and spots him. She stays back, a bit concerned by the carnage.
Thorne glances up to retrieve the whiskey bottle perched on his desk and looks over at Thirteen.
Samaritan turns around, flames nearly bursting to life on his form before blurring out the words "Marry me." to Rio.
*6'7 black armor wearing Angel of Death wearing a mask depicting skeletal features.*
Azeral looks up and tilts his head, nodding at them.
Patterns of interlocking ethereal blue triangles are glowing along his skin.
"Okay." He responds without missing a beat.
Loriche nods back. "You're not a god or anything, right?"
Thorne watches a moment more, intrigued but not one to bother someone when they are occupied.
Samaritan exhales harshly like he just ran across the world's surface, hands on his knees. "Christ.. why was that hard for me.."
"If I was, more than just these few would be dead." He chuckles.
After a bit, Thirteen opens his eyes and sits back up. "So impatient. Doesn't he know it's rude to call me when I'm writing?"
"Because you were nervous? I dunno, never felt it." He laughs a bit. "But I'm very glad you mustered up the effort to do it."
"Oh. Are you Nerephos then?"
"Issues with a higher force?" Thorne asks, not looking up from his notes.
"I was worried there..." He sighs, rubbing his eyes.
"No. A bit worse."
"No, just my nephew. Well, the son of my clone, but basically the same thing."
"You thought I'd say no? Because we haven't been dating all that long or something?"
"Hm. Worse than Nerephos, better than Baphomet... what are you?"
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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'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat or share a fun fact or two. I'm a sensitive little sad bean. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, and certified silly goose
Init: 15
"Oh?"
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Thorne glances up to retrieve the whiskey bottle perched on his desk and looks over at Thirteen.
Samaritan turns around, flames nearly bursting to life on his form before blurring out the words "Marry me." to Rio.
*6'7 black armor wearing Angel of Death wearing a mask depicting skeletal features.*
Azeral looks up and tilts his head, nodding at them.
"Obsessed? Maybe... Devoted? Very."
[Taken by my blessed beloved]
Malafasa is the fastest.
“Life’s getting better each day, though she is technically both dead and a monster, sharing two bodies.”
He waits for them to be safe to eat before taking two. He takes off his gloves, revealing hands that don’t have prints on them, beginning to eatZ
Patterns of interlocking ethereal blue triangles are glowing along his skin.
"Okay." He responds without missing a beat.
Loriche nods back. "You're not a god or anything, right?"
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*idk here have some goobers*
Captain Mckinley is once again getting ridiculously drunk
A tall figure with a hat obscuring the top of their face comes into the tavern, nearly bumping their head on a hanging lantern.
I'm garbage at describing clothes but they're wearing this
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat or share a fun fact or two.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, and certified silly goose
Thorne watches a moment more, intrigued but not one to bother someone when they are occupied.
Samaritan exhales harshly like he just ran across the world's surface, hands on his knees. "Christ.. why was that hard for me.."
"If I was, more than just these few would be dead." He chuckles.
"Obsessed? Maybe... Devoted? Very."
[Taken by my blessed beloved]
She beats her wings furiously, unleashing a cutting wind. Make a DEX save.
"And that's a... bad thing?"
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Gravedigger nods to him "good evening. how are you doing?"
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Always had a fear of being typical
Looking at my body feeling miserable
Always hanging on to the visual
I wanna be invisible
Dex save:-1 (Wouldn’t this hit Sersha too?)
“Never said that, I do often finding myself loving someone outside of the norm.”
After a bit, Thirteen opens his eyes and sits back up. "So impatient. Doesn't he know it's rude to call me when I'm writing?"
"Because you were nervous? I dunno, never felt it." He laughs a bit. "But I'm very glad you mustered up the effort to do it."
"Oh. Are you Nerephos then?"
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Issues with a higher force?" Thorne asks, not looking up from his notes.
"I was worried there..." He sighs, rubbing his eyes.
"No. A bit worse."
"Obsessed? Maybe... Devoted? Very."
[Taken by my blessed beloved]
*no she's in the air aiming diagonally down, so it misses her. she's too precise with the wind for that*
The scorpion takes 18 slashing damage as gale after gale ravages its carapace.
"I gotcha. What's her name?"
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*its.. fine, you didn't know*
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO
[Enter: A new RP Thread: Anytown, USA] (That's a link.. Please click it.)
S♡J
2-13-25
The person sits down and orders something warm cheerily, adjusting their hat. Their shaggy hair is coal-black, as are their eyes.
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat or share a fun fact or two.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, and certified silly goose
"No, just my nephew. Well, the son of my clone, but basically the same thing."
"You thought I'd say no? Because we haven't been dating all that long or something?"
"Hm. Worse than Nerephos, better than Baphomet... what are you?"
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'm heeeee-eeere!~*
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO
[Enter: A new RP Thread: Anytown, USA] (That's a link.. Please click it.)
S♡J
2-13-25
*A trident reflavored to be a gunlance. An enormous weapon that fires massive, cannonball-like bullets into targets and knocks them down.*
*A bit lackluster at range, but the trident's mixed-ranged capabilities are no slouch in the 2024 rules.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*rp?*
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat or share a fun fact or two.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, and certified silly goose
*sure*
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO
[Enter: A new RP Thread: Anytown, USA] (That's a link.. Please click it.)
S♡J
2-13-25