Sitting in a dark, run down shack in the woods, with a single flickering candle sitting in the corner is a tower of a man, sitting on a stool, boiling a pot of stew on an open fire. The man an orc with what appears to be a bag over his head with two sockets for his soft emerald eyes, his stirs the bowl with a spoon gently, a massive broken and rusted cleaver speckled with blood sitting in his lap.
Sitting in a dark, run down shack in the woods, with a single flickering candle sitting in the corner is a tower of a man, sitting on a stool, boiling a pot of stew on an open fire. The man an orc with what appears to be a bag over his head with two sockets for his soft emerald eyes, his stirs the bowl with a spoon gently, a massive cleaver speckled with blood sitting in his lap.
Chef Grumble watches the orc make the stew from behind the trees, eyeing the cleaver
Sitting in a dark, run down shack in the woods, with a single flickering candle sitting in the corner is a tower of a man, sitting on a stool, boiling a pot of stew on an open fire. The man an orc with what appears to be a bag over his head with two sockets for his soft emerald eyes, his stirs the bowl with a spoon gently, a massive cleaver speckled with blood sitting in his lap.
Chef Grumble watches the orc make the stew from behind the trees, eyeing the cleaver
The man silently pushes himself to his feet, turning around as he grabs the hilt of the cleaver, loosely wrapped with bandages around the hilt. He locks his eyes on the spot they are hiding.
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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.'
Sitting in a dark, run down shack in the woods, with a single flickering candle sitting in the corner is a tower of a man, sitting on a stool, boiling a pot of stew on an open fire. The man an orc with what appears to be a bag over his head with two sockets for his soft emerald eyes, his stirs the bowl with a spoon gently, a massive cleaver speckled with blood sitting in his lap.
Chef Grumble watches the orc make the stew from behind the trees, eyeing the cleaver
The man silently pushes himself to his feet, turning around as he grabs the hilt of the cleaver, loosely wrapped with bandages around the hilt. He locks his eyes on the spot they are hiding.
Chef Grumble shuts his eyes and his bright frills slowly lower, before he stays still, listening as his hide looks purely green.
Sitting in a dark, run down shack in the woods, with a single flickering candle sitting in the corner is a tower of a man, sitting on a stool, boiling a pot of stew on an open fire. The man an orc with what appears to be a bag over his head with two sockets for his soft emerald eyes, his stirs the bowl with a spoon gently, a massive cleaver speckled with blood sitting in his lap.
Chef Grumble watches the orc make the stew from behind the trees, eyeing the cleaver
The man silently pushes himself to his feet, turning around as he grabs the hilt of the cleaver, loosely wrapped with bandages around the hilt. He locks his eyes on the spot they are hiding.
Chef Grumble shuts his eyes and his bright frills slowly lower, before he stays still, listening as his hide looks purely green.
The chef walks up to the tree they are next to, before swinging their cleaver and embedding it right above their head, before he speaks in a heavy Bayou accent, grumbling his words, "Cookin's almost ready, come on." He turns back and begins walking back, leaving the cleaver in the tree. It went halfway through the wood.
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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.'
*Hey everybody, I guess that I'm back now from Spanish class, anybody else here or am I alone?*
*Hello, child of the meat-eating machine!*
*Heya Baalze, I'm gonna make a Bayou guy. Quick question, do you have a PS4 or PS5?*
*PS5, my brother.*
*Absolutely perfect, whenever you can, get Baldur's Gate 3. Wendi, you, and I could play, maybe Theren too. Anyway, wanna rp soon?*
*I'll try, but both BG3 and PS+ are out of my price range right now.*
*I'd be up for RP, but I'm still working on the character. I'm trying to come up with a philosophy I really like, something morally ambiguous (meaning 'wrong') but still "good" enough to work as an anti-hero. This will be my first stepping stone for the new guy.*
*Hey everybody, I guess that I'm back now from Spanish class, anybody else here or am I alone?*
*Hello, child of the meat-eating machine!*
*Heya Baalze, I'm gonna make a Bayou guy. Quick question, do you have a PS4 or PS5?*
*PS5, my brother.*
*Absolutely perfect, whenever you can, get Baldur's Gate 3. Wendi, you, and I could play, maybe Theren too. Anyway, wanna rp soon?*
*I'll try, but both BG3 and PS+ are out of my price range right now.*
*I'd be up for RP, but I'm still working on the character. I'm trying to come up with a philosophy I really like, something morally ambiguous (meaning 'wrong') but still "good" enough to work as an anti-hero. This will be my first stepping stone for the new guy.*
*Take all the time you need, I'm going to think about the character I'm working on while I play them, and when I'm in DND club. I'm thinking them be the strong silent type I've been looking to create, someone to massacres the evil, but is mistaken for evil himself.*
*Also, don't worry about it, it's all good buddy.*
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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.'
Sitting in a dark, run down shack in the woods, with a single flickering candle sitting in the corner is a tower of a man, sitting on a stool, boiling a pot of stew on an open fire. The man an orc with what appears to be a bag over his head with two sockets for his soft emerald eyes, his stirs the bowl with a spoon gently, a massive cleaver speckled with blood sitting in his lap.
Chef Grumble watches the orc make the stew from behind the trees, eyeing the cleaver
The man silently pushes himself to his feet, turning around as he grabs the hilt of the cleaver, loosely wrapped with bandages around the hilt. He locks his eyes on the spot they are hiding.
Chef Grumble shuts his eyes and his bright frills slowly lower, before he stays still, listening as his hide looks purely green.
The chef walks up to the tree they are next to, before swinging their cleaver and embedding it right above their head, before he speaks in a heavy Bayou accent, grumbling his words, "Cookin's almost ready, come on." He turns back and begins walking back, leaving the cleaver in the tree. It went halfway through the wood.
Chef Grumble opens his eyes and examines the cleaver, his eyes wide. His frills slowly go back up and shake
"Until the day we crumble, yes.." she smiles, nuzzling him
He gasps, kissing back and closing his eyes
"Well, I'm told Byren has replaced me, so you'll be more picking up his slack. But, you're welcome."
He nuzzles them back, closing his eyes "Love you deeply."
She pulls back after a moment, bristling and closing her eyes, "That was... nice..."
"I will pick up the slack and all of that, don't worry about it. I'll start working after I get married."
"Love you too." she sighs, yawning
"It was..." he cozies up to her
"Thank you, and congratulations! Very happy for you and my sister. Oh, one more thing. Don't tell her you met me, she... doesn't even know I exist."
He yawns the same, “Do you want to go to sleep now?” (I made a new character, he’s another big guy, but more of a strong silent type)
She wraps her tails around their waist “I still don’t trust you… but you’re a good kisser… and I like that.”
“Your sister is the best thing that happened to me, I’ll make sure to take care of her, and this talk never happened, as a matter of fact, who’s Jam?” He says with a smile.
*PS5, my brother.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*I can rp with them now, I've already got a bit of an idea. Do you want me to intro? It wont be their proper intro, but it'll do.*
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.)
*Absolutely perfect, whenever you can, get Baldur's Gate 3. Wendi, you, and I could play, maybe Theren too. Anyway, wanna rp soon?*
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.)
*Sure :3*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
Sitting in a dark, run down shack in the woods, with a single flickering candle sitting in the corner is a tower of a man, sitting on a stool, boiling a pot of stew on an open fire. The man an orc with what appears to be a bag over his head with two sockets for his soft emerald eyes, his stirs the bowl with a spoon gently, a massive broken and rusted cleaver speckled with blood sitting in his lap.
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.)
Chef Grumble watches the orc make the stew from behind the trees, eyeing the cleaver
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
The man silently pushes himself to his feet, turning around as he grabs the hilt of the cleaver, loosely wrapped with bandages around the hilt. He locks his eyes on the spot they are hiding.
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.)
Chef Grumble shuts his eyes and his bright frills slowly lower, before he stays still, listening as his hide looks purely green.
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
The chef walks up to the tree they are next to, before swinging their cleaver and embedding it right above their head, before he speaks in a heavy Bayou accent, grumbling his words, "Cookin's almost ready, come on." He turns back and begins walking back, leaving the cleaver in the tree. It went halfway through the wood.
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.)
*I'll try, but both BG3 and PS+ are out of my price range right now.*
*I'd be up for RP, but I'm still working on the character. I'm trying to come up with a philosophy I really like, something morally ambiguous (meaning 'wrong') but still "good" enough to work as an anti-hero. This will be my first stepping stone for the new guy.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*Take all the time you need, I'm going to think about the character I'm working on while I play them, and when I'm in DND club. I'm thinking them be the strong silent type I've been looking to create, someone to massacres the evil, but is mistaken for evil himself.*
*Also, don't worry about it, it's all good buddy.*
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.)
Chef Grumble opens his eyes and examines the cleaver, his eyes wide. His frills slowly go back up and shake
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*howdy*
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
*Hello Salem, wanna rp, pretty please?*
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.)
*Sure, if you'll dig it up! :3*
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
He nuzzles them back, closing his eyes "Love you deeply."
She pulls back after a moment, bristling and closing her eyes, "That was... nice..."
"I will pick up the slack and all of that, don't worry about it. I'll start working after I get married."
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.)
"Love you too." she sighs, yawning
"It was..." he cozies up to her
"Thank you, and congratulations! Very happy for you and my sister. Oh, one more thing. Don't tell her you met me, she... doesn't even know I exist."
Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined.
>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
He yawns the same, “Do you want to go to sleep now?” (I made a new character, he’s another big guy, but more of a strong silent type)
She wraps her tails around their waist “I still don’t trust you… but you’re a good kisser… and I like that.”
“Your sister is the best thing that happened to me, I’ll make sure to take care of her, and this talk never happened, as a matter of fact, who’s Jam?” He says with a smile.
*Anybody here? If not I'll take some time making an intro for my new guy.*
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.)
*I have been recently summoned once again, so I'm here. How are you, and would you like to rp?*
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)