A black Model T car drives up into town. It is near-silent, but the smell of incense and a little bit of smog follows it everywhere. It has the Groupercorp logo on the door, a capital G with gear teeth along the outer edge. After a while of driving slowly and aimlessly through Lord's Point, Aspen, and even the woods somehow, it stops in front of the tavern and the back passenger-side door opens. Out comes a strange automaton, resembling a handsome anthropomorphic horned fox made of steel and gold. He dresses like an office worker, but his shirt is half-tucked and his top buttons are undone. On top of this, he wears a golden neck-tie with three red eyes on it and a white bridal robe, semi-transparent and fluffy around the edges.
The construct bows to the driver, who leaves to park the car somewhere. This is Alwin Grouper, 'son' of the late legendary industrialist Oswald Grouper and future inheritor of the mightiest combined canning and weapons company that currently exists.
A black Model T car drives up into town. It is near-silent, but the smell of incense and a little bit of smog follows it everywhere. It has the Groupercorp logo on the door, a capital G with gear teeth along the outer edge. After a while of driving slowly and aimlessly through Lord's Point, Aspen, and even the woods somehow, it stops in front of the tavern and the back passenger-side door opens. Out comes a strange automaton, resembling a handsome anthropomorphic fox made of steel and gold. He dresses like an office worker, but his shirt is half-tucked and his top buttons are undone. On top of this, he wears a golden neck-tie with three red eyes on it and a white bridal robe, semi-transparent and fluffy around the edges.
The construct bows to the driver, who leaves to park the car somewhere. This is Alwin Grouper, 'son' of the late legendary industrialist Oswald Grouper and future inheritor of the mightiest combined canning and weapons company that currently exists.
You know what they say... If you see a Griffin pup by itself, don't you touch it. It's mother is watching you even if you can't see her.
A pair of eyes seem to watch from the woodlands, a peculiar black dove is nestled in a tree. It has three heads with humanoid eyes that are green irises that hold slitted pupils.
A black Model T car drives up into town. It is near-silent, but the smell of incense and a little bit of smog follows it everywhere. It has the Groupercorp logo on the door, a capital G with gear teeth along the outer edge. After a while of driving slowly and aimlessly through Lord's Point, Aspen, and even the woods somehow, it stops in front of the tavern and the back passenger-side door opens. Out comes a strange automaton, resembling a handsome anthropomorphic fox made of steel and gold. He dresses like an office worker, but his shirt is half-tucked and his top buttons are undone. On top of this, he wears a golden neck-tie with three red eyes on it and a white bridal robe, semi-transparent and fluffy around the edges.
The construct bows to the driver, who leaves to park the car somewhere. This is Alwin Grouper, 'son' of the late legendary industrialist Oswald Grouper and future inheritor of the mightiest combined canning and weapons company that currently exists.
You know what they say... If you see a Griffin pup by itself, don't you touch it. It's mother is watching you even if you can't see her.
A pair of eyes seem to watch from the woodlands, a peculiar black dove is nestled in a tree. It has three heads with humanoid eyes that are green irises that hold slitted pupils.
The horned machine casually turns and holds out a long-clawed hand for it to land on. "Isn't this where you met Father?"
A black Model T car drives up into town. It is near-silent, but the smell of incense and a little bit of smog follows it everywhere. It has the Groupercorp logo on the door, a capital G with gear teeth along the outer edge. After a while of driving slowly and aimlessly through Lord's Point, Aspen, and even the woods somehow, it stops in front of the tavern and the back passenger-side door opens. Out comes a strange automaton, resembling a handsome anthropomorphic fox made of steel and gold. He dresses like an office worker, but his shirt is half-tucked and his top buttons are undone. On top of this, he wears a golden neck-tie with three red eyes on it and a white bridal robe, semi-transparent and fluffy around the edges.
The construct bows to the driver, who leaves to park the car somewhere. This is Alwin Grouper, 'son' of the late legendary industrialist Oswald Grouper and future inheritor of the mightiest combined canning and weapons company that currently exists.
You know what they say... If you see a Griffin pup by itself, don't you touch it. It's mother is watching you even if you can't see her.
A pair of eyes seem to watch from the woodlands, a peculiar black dove is nestled in a tree. It has three heads with humanoid eyes that are green irises that hold slitted pupils.
The horned machine casually turns and holds out a long-clawed hand for it to land on. "Isn't this where you met Father?"
It jumps down into his hand as a feminine voice speaks 'Yes, actually. This area holds a found memory that sits in my heart.'
The horned machine casually turns and holds out a long-clawed hand for it to land on. "Isn't this where you met Father?"
It jumps down into his hand as a feminine voice speaks 'Yes, actually. This area holds a found memory that sits in my heart.'
He smiles. "There are so many amazing little things around here. Have you seen them? Demon lords and gods and strange nightmare beings... I see why he wanted to build a factory here."
The horned machine casually turns and holds out a long-clawed hand for it to land on. "Isn't this where you met Father?"
It jumps down into his hand as a feminine voice speaks 'Yes, actually. This area holds a found memory that sits in my heart.'
He smiles. "There are so many amazing little things around here. Have you seen them? Demon lords and gods and strange nightmare beings... I see why he wanted to build a factory here."
'Served a purpose dear. And you know him, he always pursued what he wanted.' she chuckles and shape changes. She looks.. older than her normal youthful appearance. Her hair has been cut short, a sign amongst fey for mourning and grief, with delicate strands of grey mixed amongst the dark chocolate color. She has bags under her eyes, a sign she hasn't been sleeping, and her very eye color seems to be dulled down quite a bit.
She cups their furry face and plants a kiss on their forehead "What do you plan to do here dear?"
He smiles. "There are so many amazing little things around here. Have you seen them? Demon lords and gods and strange nightmare beings... I see why he wanted to build a factory here."
'Served a purpose dear. And you know him, he always pursued what he wanted.' she chuckles and shape changes. She looks.. older than her normal youthful appearance. Her hair has been cut short, a sign amongst fey for mourning and grief, with delicate strands of grey mixed amongst the dark chocolate color. She has bags under her eyes, a sign she hasn't been sleeping, and her very eye color seems to be dulled down quite a bit.
She cups their furry face and plants a kiss on their forehead "What do you plan to do here dear?"
He lets her hold him for as long as she likes. "I want to learn about my father. Maybe I'll try the local cuisine. Perhaps commune with the spirits of the place. I might even try to continue Father's work if it seems like the right choice."
He smiles. "There are so many amazing little things around here. Have you seen them? Demon lords and gods and strange nightmare beings... I see why he wanted to build a factory here."
'Served a purpose dear. And you know him, he always pursued what he wanted.' she chuckles and shape changes. She looks.. older than her normal youthful appearance. Her hair has been cut short, a sign amongst fey for mourning and grief, with delicate strands of grey mixed amongst the dark chocolate color. She has bags under her eyes, a sign she hasn't been sleeping, and her very eye color seems to be dulled down quite a bit.
She cups their furry face and plants a kiss on their forehead "What do you plan to do here dear?"
He lets her hold him for as long as she likes. "I want to learn about my father. Maybe I'll try the local cuisine. Perhaps commune with the spirits of the place. I might even try to continue Father's work if it seems like the right choice."
"Do what you wish dear. I want you to have everything and more." She smiles "Your uncle will be around later most likely, I expect he'll be bringing his horde of children with him."
*Man, I'm gonna make a character, who I wanted to make as my DMPC for the campaign I'm doing now, don't know what I'll do just yet, but I'll make something.*
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
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My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
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“That’s the only one I’m going to look at it so I don’t consider revenge.”
She lets them, hugging her son with a smile.
She leans against their touch, closing their eyes and whispering “I haven’t drunken… that much in a long time.”
A black Model T car drives up into town. It is near-silent, but the smell of incense and a little bit of smog follows it everywhere. It has the Groupercorp logo on the door, a capital G with gear teeth along the outer edge. After a while of driving slowly and aimlessly through Lord's Point, Aspen, and even the woods somehow, it stops in front of the tavern and the back passenger-side door opens. Out comes a strange automaton, resembling a handsome anthropomorphic horned fox made of steel and gold. He dresses like an office worker, but his shirt is half-tucked and his top buttons are undone. On top of this, he wears a golden neck-tie with three red eyes on it and a white bridal robe, semi-transparent and fluffy around the edges.
The construct bows to the driver, who leaves to park the car somewhere. This is Alwin Grouper, 'son' of the late legendary industrialist Oswald Grouper and future inheritor of the mightiest combined canning and weapons company that currently exists.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
You know what they say... If you see a Griffin pup by itself, don't you touch it. It's mother is watching you even if you can't see her.
A pair of eyes seem to watch from the woodlands, a peculiar black dove is nestled in a tree. It has three heads with humanoid eyes that are green irises that hold slitted pupils.
"Obsessed? Maybe... Devoted? Very."
[Taken by my blessed beloved]
*I am hypothetically here, if anyone would think to care. If not, I’m gonna go get some nutrients.*
The horned machine casually turns and holds out a long-clawed hand for it to land on. "Isn't this where you met Father?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*I think to care.*
*In fact, I care enough to insist that you must consume nutrients or die.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
It jumps down into his hand as a feminine voice speaks 'Yes, actually. This area holds a found memory that sits in my heart.'
"Obsessed? Maybe... Devoted? Very."
[Taken by my blessed beloved]
*I do believe that you care, but I wouldn’t want to bother you with worrying about me and my lack of nutrition.*
He smiles. "There are so many amazing little things around here. Have you seen them? Demon lords and gods and strange nightmare beings... I see why he wanted to build a factory here."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*You will feel better after 8-19 cornichons*
*I want you at your best, and don't I deserve the best?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
'Served a purpose dear. And you know him, he always pursued what he wanted.' she chuckles and shape changes. She looks.. older than her normal youthful appearance. Her hair has been cut short, a sign amongst fey for mourning and grief, with delicate strands of grey mixed amongst the dark chocolate color. She has bags under her eyes, a sign she hasn't been sleeping, and her very eye color seems to be dulled down quite a bit.
She cups their furry face and plants a kiss on their forehead "What do you plan to do here dear?"
"Obsessed? Maybe... Devoted? Very."
[Taken by my blessed beloved]
*You already have the best in Wendi, I don't want to disappoint you with just being okay.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
He lets her hold him for as long as she likes. "I want to learn about my father. Maybe I'll try the local cuisine. Perhaps commune with the spirits of the place. I might even try to continue Father's work if it seems like the right choice."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*I'm not asking for 'the best person.' All I demand is the best you.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*Fine, I'll try, I likely wont succeed, but for you, I'll try.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Do what you wish dear. I want you to have everything and more." She smiles "Your uncle will be around later most likely, I expect he'll be bringing his horde of children with him."
"Obsessed? Maybe... Devoted? Very."
[Taken by my blessed beloved]
*Man, I'm gonna make a character, who I wanted to make as my DMPC for the campaign I'm doing now, don't know what I'll do just yet, but I'll make something.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Negative self-talk is a serious issue. It drives depression like a whip.*
*Start complimenting yourself on literally anything you can think of. I do not care if it is dumb. Do it.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*I'll try to do that too, if you'd like, I'll try to catch myself when I talk to myself negatively, and try to compliment myself. I suppose.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)