A white sturgeon with wire-rimmed glasses floats into the inn and goes up the stairs.
A small kitten is standing near the top of the staircase
The fish magically adjusts its glasses. “Hello, does the whale sing country?”
"...what..."
“Nevermind… forget it. How’s your day my good feline?”
"Not particularly good, somebody failed at there job"
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Hello! Call me Tana or 타나 My pronouns are Any/All/BOC Disclaimer: Tana__ is not to be held responsible for any of the following events happening as a result of talking to Tana__, touching Tana__, or even just seeing Tana__: The rise of Tiamat, resurrection of Vecna, pissed-of genies, a complete and utter power change in the blood war, or a fate worse than a fate worse than total annihilation. Exist with Tana__ at your own risk.
A white sturgeon with wire-rimmed glasses floats into the inn and goes up the stairs.
A small kitten is standing near the top of the staircase
The fish magically adjusts its glasses. “Hello, does the whale sing country?”
"...what..."
“Nevermind… forget it. How’s your day my good feline?”
"Not particularly good, somebody failed at there job"
“Who’s ’somebody?’”
"Oh, nobody."
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Hello! Call me Tana or 타나 My pronouns are Any/All/BOC Disclaimer: Tana__ is not to be held responsible for any of the following events happening as a result of talking to Tana__, touching Tana__, or even just seeing Tana__: The rise of Tiamat, resurrection of Vecna, pissed-of genies, a complete and utter power change in the blood war, or a fate worse than a fate worse than total annihilation. Exist with Tana__ at your own risk.
A white sturgeon with wire-rimmed glasses floats into the inn and goes up the stairs.
A small kitten is standing near the top of the staircase
The fish magically adjusts its glasses. “Hello, does the whale sing country?”
"...what..."
“Nevermind… forget it. How’s your day my good feline?”
"Not particularly good, somebody failed at there job"
“Who’s ’somebody?’”
"Oh, nobody."
“Well they have to be somebody important for you to not have a good day today.”
"No, they're not important, what they could've done was important"
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Hello! Call me Tana or 타나 My pronouns are Any/All/BOC Disclaimer: Tana__ is not to be held responsible for any of the following events happening as a result of talking to Tana__, touching Tana__, or even just seeing Tana__: The rise of Tiamat, resurrection of Vecna, pissed-of genies, a complete and utter power change in the blood war, or a fate worse than a fate worse than total annihilation. Exist with Tana__ at your own risk.
A white sturgeon with wire-rimmed glasses floats into the inn and goes up the stairs.
A small kitten is standing near the top of the staircase
The fish magically adjusts its glasses. “Hello, does the whale sing country?”
"...what..."
“Nevermind… forget it. How’s your day my good feline?”
"Not particularly good, somebody failed at there job"
“Who’s ’somebody?’”
"Oh, nobody."
“Well they have to be somebody important for you to not have a good day today.”
"No, they're not important, what they could've done was important"
“Well that would make them important, yes? You can also predict my next question…”
"It wouldn't really make them important"
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Hello! Call me Tana or 타나 My pronouns are Any/All/BOC Disclaimer: Tana__ is not to be held responsible for any of the following events happening as a result of talking to Tana__, touching Tana__, or even just seeing Tana__: The rise of Tiamat, resurrection of Vecna, pissed-of genies, a complete and utter power change in the blood war, or a fate worse than a fate worse than total annihilation. Exist with Tana__ at your own risk.
A white sturgeon with wire-rimmed glasses floats into the inn and goes up the stairs.
A small kitten is standing near the top of the staircase
The fish magically adjusts its glasses. “Hello, does the whale sing country?”
"...what..."
“Nevermind… forget it. How’s your day my good feline?”
"Not particularly good, somebody failed at there job"
“Who’s ’somebody?’”
"Oh, nobody."
“Well they have to be somebody important for you to not have a good day today.”
"No, they're not important, what they could've done was important"
“Well that would make them important, yes? You can also predict my next question…”
"It wouldn't really make them important"
“Answer my unasked question please…”
"I don't know what the unasked question is"
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Hello! Call me Tana or 타나 My pronouns are Any/All/BOC Disclaimer: Tana__ is not to be held responsible for any of the following events happening as a result of talking to Tana__, touching Tana__, or even just seeing Tana__: The rise of Tiamat, resurrection of Vecna, pissed-of genies, a complete and utter power change in the blood war, or a fate worse than a fate worse than total annihilation. Exist with Tana__ at your own risk.
Hello! Call me Tana or 타나 My pronouns are Any/All/BOC Disclaimer: Tana__ is not to be held responsible for any of the following events happening as a result of talking to Tana__, touching Tana__, or even just seeing Tana__: The rise of Tiamat, resurrection of Vecna, pissed-of genies, a complete and utter power change in the blood war, or a fate worse than a fate worse than total annihilation. Exist with Tana__ at your own risk.
"I've been alive for about 30 years, and have fought in two global wars that were started by people who thought that they should play God. I was created in a factory, jammed into a box where I ate my brothers and sisters, and shipped to the front lines. Most of those are turn-offs."
The puppet pauses for a second, and his friend pokes out again, eyes wide. "Well...wow. Man, that sounds rough. Look, though. I'm certainly willing to help you, if you'd want. There's not much that I do right now beyond sit and drink. I'm not going to play Daddy or whatnot, but I'd be willing to look with you----or, dunno, be like a cousin or something." He doesn't seem to understand the topic real well, though.
The critter smiles brightly. "I'd love to have a cousin! I heard they come over for dinner on holidays. That sounds pretty fun. Do you eat?"
"I've been alive for about 30 years, and have fought in two global wars that were started by people who thought that they should play God. I was created in a factory, jammed into a box where I ate my brothers and sisters, and shipped to the front lines. Most of those are turn-offs."
The puppet pauses for a second, and his friend pokes out again, eyes wide. "Well...wow. Man, that sounds rough. Look, though. I'm certainly willing to help you, if you'd want. There's not much that I do right now beyond sit and drink. I'm not going to play Daddy or whatnot, but I'd be willing to look with you----or, dunno, be like a cousin or something." He doesn't seem to understand the topic real well, though.
The critter smiles brightly. "I'd love to have a cousin! I heard they come over for dinner on holidays. That sounds pretty fun. Do you eat?"
The guy pokes his head out again, revealing his mouth ---- or where it would be. Instead, a layer of clammy, thin skin covers where any orifice would be. "Not really," the puppet replies. "I haven't really needed food for a while. Drink doesn't work too well, but I get a kick out of trying to pour it."
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Rooted to your black look, the play turned tragic: With such blight wrought on our bankrupt estate, What ceremony of words can patch the havoc ? |------extended sig------|
The critter smiles brightly. "I'd love to have a cousin! I heard they come over for dinner on holidays. That sounds pretty fun. Do you eat?"
The guy pokes his head out again, revealing his mouth ---- or where it would be. Instead, a layer of clammy, thin skin covers where any orifice would be. "Not really," the puppet replies. "I haven't really needed food for a while. Drink doesn't work too well, but I get a kick out of trying to pour it."
He frowns slightly, more confused than disappointed. "Dang. I have to eat like, five pounds of fresh meat a day. Like, real fresh. Hot-off-the-bone fresh. It was a lot easier during the war, but now I mostly eat at the abattoir. They let me drink the blood if I work there for half wage, and that works."
He reaches out a soft, clawless paw and gently touches the guy's face. "What's your name, by the way?"
"No, no, the war was a long time ago. No one wants to start that up again, for sure." He pats the young man on the knee. "There shouldn't be any fighting."
He shakes a bit and then nods. “I’m sorry. I lost myself a bit. I’m glad to be here, then.”
"That's good. Everyone should enjoy where they are." He doesn't sound entirely sincere.
He sits down across from the boy. "What's your name?"
“Salt.” He says, sighing and running his other hand down a broken link on his chain mail.
"That's good. Everyone should enjoy where they are." He doesn't sound entirely sincere.
He sits down across from the boy. "What's your name?"
“Salt.” He says, sighing and running his other hand down a broken link on his chain mail.
”Who’re you?”
"Struuby." He stares at the broken link, his eyes glowing, broken rings set into big, black, gleaming marbles. "But I might not be a 'who' so much as a what, unfortunately."
The critter smiles brightly. "I'd love to have a cousin! I heard they come over for dinner on holidays. That sounds pretty fun. Do you eat?"
The guy pokes his head out again, revealing his mouth ---- or where it would be. Instead, a layer of clammy, thin skin covers where any orifice would be. "Not really," the puppet replies. "I haven't really needed food for a while. Drink doesn't work too well, but I get a kick out of trying to pour it."
He frowns slightly, more confused than disappointed. "Dang. I have to eat like, five pounds of fresh meat a day. Like, real fresh. Hot-off-the-bone fresh. It was a lot easier during the war, but now I mostly eat at the abattoir. They let me drink the blood if I work there for half wage, and that works."
He reaches out a soft, clawless paw and gently touches the guy's face. "What's your name, by the way?"
"Oh, uh..." The guy trails off, gently running a hand along his other arm. "Don't really have one. Lot of names other people've given me. Been called a lot of things. I'm not really in love with any of their monikers, so I've just stayed away from the topic."
He scratches a small patch of fuzz growing on his chin. "Hey, what if I became your family and you gave me a name?" he asks. "We're both missing something, and we could give it to the other."
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Rooted to your black look, the play turned tragic: With such blight wrought on our bankrupt estate, What ceremony of words can patch the havoc ? |------extended sig------|
He frowns slightly, more confused than disappointed. "Dang. I have to eat like, five pounds of fresh meat a day. Like, real fresh. Hot-off-the-bone fresh. It was a lot easier during the war, but now I mostly eat at the abattoir. They let me drink the blood if I work there for half wage, and that works."
He reaches out a soft, clawless paw and gently touches the guy's face. "What's your name, by the way?"
"Oh, uh..." The guy trails off, gently running a hand along his other arm. "Don't really have one. Lot of names other people've given me. Been called a lot of things. I'm not really in love with any of their monikers, so I've just stayed away from the topic."
He scratches a small patch of fuzz growing on his chin. "Hey, what if I became your family and you gave me a name?" he asks. "We're both missing something, and we could give it to the other."
The little guy nods and smiles. "How about Bimothy? Bim for short."
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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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“Nevermind… forget it. How’s your day my good feline?”
I am the Sturgeon Man, AKA Sturgeon Dan.
With my Sturgeon Band, we’ll conquer the Sturgeon Land!
With my Sturgeon Bars, and m’ boy Bruno Mars,
The Sturgeon Dudes will send you Sturgeon [REDACTED]!
"Not particularly good, somebody failed at there job"
Hello! Call me Tana or 타나
My pronouns are Any/All/BOC
Disclaimer: Tana__ is not to be held responsible for any of the following events happening as a result of talking to Tana__, touching Tana__, or even just seeing Tana__: The rise of Tiamat, resurrection of Vecna, pissed-of genies, a complete and utter power change in the blood war, or a fate worse than a fate worse than total annihilation. Exist with Tana__ at your own risk.
“Who’s ’somebody?’”
I am the Sturgeon Man, AKA Sturgeon Dan.
With my Sturgeon Band, we’ll conquer the Sturgeon Land!
With my Sturgeon Bars, and m’ boy Bruno Mars,
The Sturgeon Dudes will send you Sturgeon [REDACTED]!
"Oh, nobody."
Hello! Call me Tana or 타나
My pronouns are Any/All/BOC
Disclaimer: Tana__ is not to be held responsible for any of the following events happening as a result of talking to Tana__, touching Tana__, or even just seeing Tana__: The rise of Tiamat, resurrection of Vecna, pissed-of genies, a complete and utter power change in the blood war, or a fate worse than a fate worse than total annihilation. Exist with Tana__ at your own risk.
“Well they have to be somebody important for you to not have a good day today.”
I am the Sturgeon Man, AKA Sturgeon Dan.
With my Sturgeon Band, we’ll conquer the Sturgeon Land!
With my Sturgeon Bars, and m’ boy Bruno Mars,
The Sturgeon Dudes will send you Sturgeon [REDACTED]!
"No, they're not important, what they could've done was important"
Hello! Call me Tana or 타나
My pronouns are Any/All/BOC
Disclaimer: Tana__ is not to be held responsible for any of the following events happening as a result of talking to Tana__, touching Tana__, or even just seeing Tana__: The rise of Tiamat, resurrection of Vecna, pissed-of genies, a complete and utter power change in the blood war, or a fate worse than a fate worse than total annihilation. Exist with Tana__ at your own risk.
“Well that would make them important, yes? You can also predict my next question…”
I am the Sturgeon Man, AKA Sturgeon Dan.
With my Sturgeon Band, we’ll conquer the Sturgeon Land!
With my Sturgeon Bars, and m’ boy Bruno Mars,
The Sturgeon Dudes will send you Sturgeon [REDACTED]!
"It wouldn't really make them important"
Hello! Call me Tana or 타나
My pronouns are Any/All/BOC
Disclaimer: Tana__ is not to be held responsible for any of the following events happening as a result of talking to Tana__, touching Tana__, or even just seeing Tana__: The rise of Tiamat, resurrection of Vecna, pissed-of genies, a complete and utter power change in the blood war, or a fate worse than a fate worse than total annihilation. Exist with Tana__ at your own risk.
“Answer my unasked question please…”
I am the Sturgeon Man, AKA Sturgeon Dan.
With my Sturgeon Band, we’ll conquer the Sturgeon Land!
With my Sturgeon Bars, and m’ boy Bruno Mars,
The Sturgeon Dudes will send you Sturgeon [REDACTED]!
"I don't know what the unasked question is"
Hello! Call me Tana or 타나
My pronouns are Any/All/BOC
Disclaimer: Tana__ is not to be held responsible for any of the following events happening as a result of talking to Tana__, touching Tana__, or even just seeing Tana__: The rise of Tiamat, resurrection of Vecna, pissed-of genies, a complete and utter power change in the blood war, or a fate worse than a fate worse than total annihilation. Exist with Tana__ at your own risk.
“Use your brain.”
I am the Sturgeon Man, AKA Sturgeon Dan.
With my Sturgeon Band, we’ll conquer the Sturgeon Land!
With my Sturgeon Bars, and m’ boy Bruno Mars,
The Sturgeon Dudes will send you Sturgeon [REDACTED]!
"I'm a kitten, I don't have much of one"
Hello! Call me Tana or 타나
My pronouns are Any/All/BOC
Disclaimer: Tana__ is not to be held responsible for any of the following events happening as a result of talking to Tana__, touching Tana__, or even just seeing Tana__: The rise of Tiamat, resurrection of Vecna, pissed-of genies, a complete and utter power change in the blood war, or a fate worse than a fate worse than total annihilation. Exist with Tana__ at your own risk.
“What was then important job that your upset about the incompletion of.”
I am the Sturgeon Man, AKA Sturgeon Dan.
With my Sturgeon Band, we’ll conquer the Sturgeon Land!
With my Sturgeon Bars, and m’ boy Bruno Mars,
The Sturgeon Dudes will send you Sturgeon [REDACTED]!
The critter smiles brightly. "I'd love to have a cousin! I heard they come over for dinner on holidays. That sounds pretty fun. Do you eat?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The guy pokes his head out again, revealing his mouth ---- or where it would be. Instead, a layer of clammy, thin skin covers where any orifice would be. "Not really," the puppet replies. "I haven't really needed food for a while. Drink doesn't work too well, but I get a kick out of trying to pour it."
Rooted to your black look, the play turned tragic:
With such blight wrought on our bankrupt estate,
What ceremony of words can patch the havoc ?
|------extended sig------|
He frowns slightly, more confused than disappointed. "Dang. I have to eat like, five pounds of fresh meat a day. Like, real fresh. Hot-off-the-bone fresh. It was a lot easier during the war, but now I mostly eat at the abattoir. They let me drink the blood if I work there for half wage, and that works."
He reaches out a soft, clawless paw and gently touches the guy's face. "What's your name, by the way?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Salt.” He says, sighing and running his other hand down a broken link on his chain mail.
”Who’re you?”
he/they
gods' vision
read castoff it’s a great webcomic :3
"Struuby." He stares at the broken link, his eyes glowing, broken rings set into big, black, gleaming marbles. "But I might not be a 'who' so much as a what, unfortunately."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Oh, uh..." The guy trails off, gently running a hand along his other arm. "Don't really have one. Lot of names other people've given me. Been called a lot of things. I'm not really in love with any of their monikers, so I've just stayed away from the topic."
He scratches a small patch of fuzz growing on his chin. "Hey, what if I became your family and you gave me a name?" he asks. "We're both missing something, and we could give it to the other."
Rooted to your black look, the play turned tragic:
With such blight wrought on our bankrupt estate,
What ceremony of words can patch the havoc ?
|------extended sig------|
The little guy nods and smiles. "How about Bimothy? Bim for short."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels