A robotic figure approaches the manor. Their joints wirr and click as they walk. They don't seem to be heavily built, like a usual member of a robotic species would be, seeming more slender and agile rather than rough and tumble type. The metal that makes their skin is a silvery type for the most part, their arms, legs, head, and torso made up of it. However their hands are made up of a different material. A copperish gold metal, crafted into a delicatly built pair of hands, which hold little in this plane. Their eyes aren't a normal color a person can make anymore, the color of a dimming sun. The color of a thousand stars dying out all at once. They stand at around 5'8 or so as they walk, heading towards the manor
Rose looks up and tilts his rotted head
The figure seems to detect them, looking over at them aswell
rose waves a bit
The figure returns the gesture, heading towards him
Rose sits up a bit "Hi"
A clicking noise is made, followed by more wirring, before it speaks in a seemingly pre-programmed, semi feminine voice, "Hello"
Rose tilts his head, his dead eyes narrow a bit. "Who are ye?"
It clicks more, the voice switching to male telemarketter, "For more information, please check the user manual. Your [BZZZT] model should have its number and model type marked on its chasis."
"Mn?" he stands up and looks around the robot, dirt trailing behind him.
Investigation?
The robot is a bit dirty, and is obviously an older model than whatever would usually be sold by whoever created it
19
On the left shoulder, the acronym WORSHIP is printed in bold
He places a hand on the words and narrows his eyes
A robotic figure approaches the manor. Their joints wirr and click as they walk. They don't seem to be heavily built, like a usual member of a robotic species would be, seeming more slender and agile rather than rough and tumble type. The metal that makes their skin is a silvery type for the most part, their arms, legs, head, and torso made up of it. However their hands are made up of a different material. A copperish gold metal, crafted into a delicatly built pair of hands, which hold little in this plane. Their eyes aren't a normal color a person can make anymore, the color of a dimming sun. The color of a thousand stars dying out all at once. They stand at around 5'8 or so as they walk, heading towards the manor
Rose looks up and tilts his rotted head
The figure seems to detect them, looking over at them aswell
rose waves a bit
The figure returns the gesture, heading towards him
Rose sits up a bit "Hi"
A clicking noise is made, followed by more wirring, before it speaks in a seemingly pre-programmed, semi feminine voice, "Hello"
Rose tilts his head, his dead eyes narrow a bit. "Who are ye?"
It clicks more, the voice switching to male telemarketter, "For more information, please check the user manual. Your [BZZZT] model should have its number and model type marked on its chasis."
"Mn?" he stands up and looks around the robot, dirt trailing behind him.
Investigation?
The robot is a bit dirty, and is obviously an older model than whatever would usually be sold by whoever created it
19
On the left shoulder, the acronym WORSHIP is printed in bold
He places a hand on the words and narrows his eyes
The robot pokes his head, "Find the lost"
"Find the lost?" he tilts his head
"Complete the collection to win a special prize" it seems to be playing parts of an ad
A robotic figure approaches the manor. Their joints wirr and click as they walk. They don't seem to be heavily built, like a usual member of a robotic species would be, seeming more slender and agile rather than rough and tumble type. The metal that makes their skin is a silvery type for the most part, their arms, legs, head, and torso made up of it. However their hands are made up of a different material. A copperish gold metal, crafted into a delicatly built pair of hands, which hold little in this plane. Their eyes aren't a normal color a person can make anymore, the color of a dimming sun. The color of a thousand stars dying out all at once. They stand at around 5'8 or so as they walk, heading towards the manor
Rose looks up and tilts his rotted head
The figure seems to detect them, looking over at them aswell
rose waves a bit
The figure returns the gesture, heading towards him
Rose sits up a bit "Hi"
A clicking noise is made, followed by more wirring, before it speaks in a seemingly pre-programmed, semi feminine voice, "Hello"
Rose tilts his head, his dead eyes narrow a bit. "Who are ye?"
It clicks more, the voice switching to male telemarketter, "For more information, please check the user manual. Your [BZZZT] model should have its number and model type marked on its chasis."
"Mn?" he stands up and looks around the robot, dirt trailing behind him.
Investigation?
The robot is a bit dirty, and is obviously an older model than whatever would usually be sold by whoever created it
19
On the left shoulder, the acronym WORSHIP is printed in bold
He places a hand on the words and narrows his eyes
The robot pokes his head, "Find the lost"
"Find the lost?" he tilts his head
"Complete the collection to win a special prize" it seems to be playing parts of an ad
Rose backs up a bit and sits on the couch again "Im fine" he said
A robotic figure approaches the manor. Their joints wirr and click as they walk. They don't seem to be heavily built, like a usual member of a robotic species would be, seeming more slender and agile rather than rough and tumble type. The metal that makes their skin is a silvery type for the most part, their arms, legs, head, and torso made up of it. However their hands are made up of a different material. A copperish gold metal, crafted into a delicatly built pair of hands, which hold little in this plane. Their eyes aren't a normal color a person can make anymore, the color of a dimming sun. The color of a thousand stars dying out all at once. They stand at around 5'8 or so as they walk, heading towards the manor
Rose looks up and tilts his rotted head
The figure seems to detect them, looking over at them aswell
rose waves a bit
The figure returns the gesture, heading towards him
Rose sits up a bit "Hi"
A clicking noise is made, followed by more wirring, before it speaks in a seemingly pre-programmed, semi feminine voice, "Hello"
Rose tilts his head, his dead eyes narrow a bit. "Who are ye?"
It clicks more, the voice switching to male telemarketter, "For more information, please check the user manual. Your [BZZZT] model should have its number and model type marked on its chasis."
"Mn?" he stands up and looks around the robot, dirt trailing behind him.
Investigation?
The robot is a bit dirty, and is obviously an older model than whatever would usually be sold by whoever created it
19
On the left shoulder, the acronym WORSHIP is printed in bold
He places a hand on the words and narrows his eyes
The robot pokes his head, "Find the lost"
"Find the lost?" he tilts his head
"Complete the collection to win a special prize" it seems to be playing parts of an ad
Rose backs up a bit and sits on the couch again "Im fine" he said
A robotic figure approaches the manor. Their joints wirr and click as they walk. They don't seem to be heavily built, like a usual member of a robotic species would be, seeming more slender and agile rather than rough and tumble type. The metal that makes their skin is a silvery type for the most part, their arms, legs, head, and torso made up of it. However their hands are made up of a different material. A copperish gold metal, crafted into a delicatly built pair of hands, which hold little in this plane. Their eyes aren't a normal color a person can make anymore, the color of a dimming sun. The color of a thousand stars dying out all at once. They stand at around 5'8 or so as they walk, heading towards the manor
Rose looks up and tilts his rotted head
The figure seems to detect them, looking over at them aswell
rose waves a bit
The figure returns the gesture, heading towards him
Rose sits up a bit "Hi"
A clicking noise is made, followed by more wirring, before it speaks in a seemingly pre-programmed, semi feminine voice, "Hello"
Rose tilts his head, his dead eyes narrow a bit. "Who are ye?"
It clicks more, the voice switching to male telemarketter, "For more information, please check the user manual. Your [BZZZT] model should have its number and model type marked on its chasis."
"Mn?" he stands up and looks around the robot, dirt trailing behind him.
Investigation?
The robot is a bit dirty, and is obviously an older model than whatever would usually be sold by whoever created it
19
On the left shoulder, the acronym WORSHIP is printed in bold
He places a hand on the words and narrows his eyes
The robot pokes his head, "Find the lost"
"Find the lost?" he tilts his head
"Complete the collection to win a special prize" it seems to be playing parts of an ad
Rose backs up a bit and sits on the couch again "Im fine" he said
A robotic figure approaches the manor. Their joints wirr and click as they walk. They don't seem to be heavily built, like a usual member of a robotic species would be, seeming more slender and agile rather than rough and tumble type. The metal that makes their skin is a silvery type for the most part, their arms, legs, head, and torso made up of it. However their hands are made up of a different material. A copperish gold metal, crafted into a delicatly built pair of hands, which hold little in this plane. Their eyes aren't a normal color a person can make anymore, the color of a dimming sun. The color of a thousand stars dying out all at once. They stand at around 5'8 or so as they walk, heading towards the manor
Rose looks up and tilts his rotted head
The figure seems to detect them, looking over at them aswell
rose waves a bit
The figure returns the gesture, heading towards him
Rose sits up a bit "Hi"
A clicking noise is made, followed by more wirring, before it speaks in a seemingly pre-programmed, semi feminine voice, "Hello"
Rose tilts his head, his dead eyes narrow a bit. "Who are ye?"
It clicks more, the voice switching to male telemarketter, "For more information, please check the user manual. Your [BZZZT] model should have its number and model type marked on its chasis."
"Mn?" he stands up and looks around the robot, dirt trailing behind him.
Investigation?
The robot is a bit dirty, and is obviously an older model than whatever would usually be sold by whoever created it
19
On the left shoulder, the acronym WORSHIP is printed in bold
He places a hand on the words and narrows his eyes
The robot pokes his head, "Find the lost"
"Find the lost?" he tilts his head
"Complete the collection to win a special prize" it seems to be playing parts of an ad
Rose backs up a bit and sits on the couch again "Im fine" he said
The robot sits down next to him
He scooches away a bit
It looks at him robotically, before speaking in a recording of what seems to be a women, "Whats your name?"
A robotic figure approaches the manor. Their joints wirr and click as they walk. They don't seem to be heavily built, like a usual member of a robotic species would be, seeming more slender and agile rather than rough and tumble type. The metal that makes their skin is a silvery type for the most part, their arms, legs, head, and torso made up of it. However their hands are made up of a different material. A copperish gold metal, crafted into a delicatly built pair of hands, which hold little in this plane. Their eyes aren't a normal color a person can make anymore, the color of a dimming sun. The color of a thousand stars dying out all at once. They stand at around 5'8 or so as they walk, heading towards the manor
Rose looks up and tilts his rotted head
The figure seems to detect them, looking over at them aswell
rose waves a bit
The figure returns the gesture, heading towards him
Rose sits up a bit "Hi"
A clicking noise is made, followed by more wirring, before it speaks in a seemingly pre-programmed, semi feminine voice, "Hello"
Rose tilts his head, his dead eyes narrow a bit. "Who are ye?"
It clicks more, the voice switching to male telemarketter, "For more information, please check the user manual. Your [BZZZT] model should have its number and model type marked on its chasis."
"Mn?" he stands up and looks around the robot, dirt trailing behind him.
Investigation?
The robot is a bit dirty, and is obviously an older model than whatever would usually be sold by whoever created it
19
On the left shoulder, the acronym WORSHIP is printed in bold
He places a hand on the words and narrows his eyes
The robot pokes his head, "Find the lost"
"Find the lost?" he tilts his head
"Complete the collection to win a special prize" it seems to be playing parts of an ad
Rose backs up a bit and sits on the couch again "Im fine" he said
The robot sits down next to him
He scooches away a bit
It looks at him robotically, before speaking in a recording of what seems to be a women, "Whats your name?"
A robotic figure approaches the manor. Their joints wirr and click as they walk. They don't seem to be heavily built, like a usual member of a robotic species would be, seeming more slender and agile rather than rough and tumble type. The metal that makes their skin is a silvery type for the most part, their arms, legs, head, and torso made up of it. However their hands are made up of a different material. A copperish gold metal, crafted into a delicatly built pair of hands, which hold little in this plane. Their eyes aren't a normal color a person can make anymore, the color of a dimming sun. The color of a thousand stars dying out all at once. They stand at around 5'8 or so as they walk, heading towards the manor
Rose looks up and tilts his rotted head
The figure seems to detect them, looking over at them aswell
rose waves a bit
The figure returns the gesture, heading towards him
Rose sits up a bit "Hi"
A clicking noise is made, followed by more wirring, before it speaks in a seemingly pre-programmed, semi feminine voice, "Hello"
Rose tilts his head, his dead eyes narrow a bit. "Who are ye?"
It clicks more, the voice switching to male telemarketter, "For more information, please check the user manual. Your [BZZZT] model should have its number and model type marked on its chasis."
"Mn?" he stands up and looks around the robot, dirt trailing behind him.
Investigation?
The robot is a bit dirty, and is obviously an older model than whatever would usually be sold by whoever created it
19
On the left shoulder, the acronym WORSHIP is printed in bold
He places a hand on the words and narrows his eyes
The robot pokes his head, "Find the lost"
"Find the lost?" he tilts his head
"Complete the collection to win a special prize" it seems to be playing parts of an ad
Rose backs up a bit and sits on the couch again "Im fine" he said
The robot sits down next to him
He scooches away a bit
It looks at him robotically, before speaking in a recording of what seems to be a women, "Whats your name?"
"Rose McCarthy"
It nods this time speaking in a mix of voices, his name being spoken in his own, "Niceto meet youRose McCarthy"
A robotic figure approaches the manor. Their joints wirr and click as they walk. They don't seem to be heavily built, like a usual member of a robotic species would be, seeming more slender and agile rather than rough and tumble type. The metal that makes their skin is a silvery type for the most part, their arms, legs, head, and torso made up of it. However their hands are made up of a different material. A copperish gold metal, crafted into a delicatly built pair of hands, which hold little in this plane. Their eyes aren't a normal color a person can make anymore, the color of a dimming sun. The color of a thousand stars dying out all at once. They stand at around 5'8 or so as they walk, heading towards the manor
Rose looks up and tilts his rotted head
The figure seems to detect them, looking over at them aswell
rose waves a bit
The figure returns the gesture, heading towards him
Rose sits up a bit "Hi"
A clicking noise is made, followed by more wirring, before it speaks in a seemingly pre-programmed, semi feminine voice, "Hello"
Rose tilts his head, his dead eyes narrow a bit. "Who are ye?"
It clicks more, the voice switching to male telemarketter, "For more information, please check the user manual. Your [BZZZT] model should have its number and model type marked on its chasis."
"Mn?" he stands up and looks around the robot, dirt trailing behind him.
Investigation?
The robot is a bit dirty, and is obviously an older model than whatever would usually be sold by whoever created it
19
On the left shoulder, the acronym WORSHIP is printed in bold
He places a hand on the words and narrows his eyes
The robot pokes his head, "Find the lost"
"Find the lost?" he tilts his head
"Complete the collection to win a special prize" it seems to be playing parts of an ad
Rose backs up a bit and sits on the couch again "Im fine" he said
The robot sits down next to him
He scooches away a bit
It looks at him robotically, before speaking in a recording of what seems to be a women, "Whats your name?"
"Rose McCarthy"
It nods this time speaking in a mix of voices, his name being spoken in his own, "Niceto meet youRose McCarthy"
"Nice to meet ya too" he said, fidgeting with the vines wrapping around his arms "why are you here?"
A robotic figure approaches the manor. Their joints wirr and click as they walk. They don't seem to be heavily built, like a usual member of a robotic species would be, seeming more slender and agile rather than rough and tumble type. The metal that makes their skin is a silvery type for the most part, their arms, legs, head, and torso made up of it. However their hands are made up of a different material. A copperish gold metal, crafted into a delicatly built pair of hands, which hold little in this plane. Their eyes aren't a normal color a person can make anymore, the color of a dimming sun. The color of a thousand stars dying out all at once. They stand at around 5'8 or so as they walk, heading towards the manor
Rose looks up and tilts his rotted head
The figure seems to detect them, looking over at them aswell
rose waves a bit
The figure returns the gesture, heading towards him
Rose sits up a bit "Hi"
A clicking noise is made, followed by more wirring, before it speaks in a seemingly pre-programmed, semi feminine voice, "Hello"
Rose tilts his head, his dead eyes narrow a bit. "Who are ye?"
It clicks more, the voice switching to male telemarketter, "For more information, please check the user manual. Your [BZZZT] model should have its number and model type marked on its chasis."
"Mn?" he stands up and looks around the robot, dirt trailing behind him.
Investigation?
The robot is a bit dirty, and is obviously an older model than whatever would usually be sold by whoever created it
19
On the left shoulder, the acronym WORSHIP is printed in bold
He places a hand on the words and narrows his eyes
The robot pokes his head, "Find the lost"
"Find the lost?" he tilts his head
"Complete the collection to win a special prize" it seems to be playing parts of an ad
Rose backs up a bit and sits on the couch again "Im fine" he said
The robot sits down next to him
He scooches away a bit
It looks at him robotically, before speaking in a recording of what seems to be a women, "Whats your name?"
"Rose McCarthy"
It nods this time speaking in a mix of voices, his name being spoken in his own, "Niceto meet youRose McCarthy"
"Nice to meet ya too" he said, fidgeting with the vines wrapping around his arms "why are you here?"
Music laces the background of its recorded voice for a few seconds, "Since the death of God there has been a vacancy open." It says, before the music cuts out and it speaks in the voice of a child, "The great ones can bring peace for all."
A robotic figure approaches the manor. Their joints wirr and click as they walk. They don't seem to be heavily built, like a usual member of a robotic species would be, seeming more slender and agile rather than rough and tumble type. The metal that makes their skin is a silvery type for the most part, their arms, legs, head, and torso made up of it. However their hands are made up of a different material. A copperish gold metal, crafted into a delicatly built pair of hands, which hold little in this plane. Their eyes aren't a normal color a person can make anymore, the color of a dimming sun. The color of a thousand stars dying out all at once. They stand at around 5'8 or so as they walk, heading towards the manor
Rose looks up and tilts his rotted head
The figure seems to detect them, looking over at them aswell
rose waves a bit
The figure returns the gesture, heading towards him
Rose sits up a bit "Hi"
A clicking noise is made, followed by more wirring, before it speaks in a seemingly pre-programmed, semi feminine voice, "Hello"
Rose tilts his head, his dead eyes narrow a bit. "Who are ye?"
It clicks more, the voice switching to male telemarketter, "For more information, please check the user manual. Your [BZZZT] model should have its number and model type marked on its chasis."
"Mn?" he stands up and looks around the robot, dirt trailing behind him.
Investigation?
The robot is a bit dirty, and is obviously an older model than whatever would usually be sold by whoever created it
19
On the left shoulder, the acronym WORSHIP is printed in bold
He places a hand on the words and narrows his eyes
The robot pokes his head, "Find the lost"
"Find the lost?" he tilts his head
"Complete the collection to win a special prize" it seems to be playing parts of an ad
Rose backs up a bit and sits on the couch again "Im fine" he said
The robot sits down next to him
He scooches away a bit
It looks at him robotically, before speaking in a recording of what seems to be a women, "Whats your name?"
"Rose McCarthy"
It nods this time speaking in a mix of voices, his name being spoken in his own, "Niceto meet youRose McCarthy"
"Nice to meet ya too" he said, fidgeting with the vines wrapping around his arms "why are you here?"
Music laces the background of its recorded voice for a few seconds, "Since the death of God there has been a vacancy open." It says, before the music cuts out and it speaks in the voice of a child, "The great ones can bring peace for all."
Rose looks confused. he runs a hand through his ash black hair. "Huh?"
A robotic figure approaches the manor. Their joints wirr and click as they walk. They don't seem to be heavily built, like a usual member of a robotic species would be, seeming more slender and agile rather than rough and tumble type. The metal that makes their skin is a silvery type for the most part, their arms, legs, head, and torso made up of it. However their hands are made up of a different material. A copperish gold metal, crafted into a delicatly built pair of hands, which hold little in this plane. Their eyes aren't a normal color a person can make anymore, the color of a dimming sun. The color of a thousand stars dying out all at once. They stand at around 5'8 or so as they walk, heading towards the manor
Rose looks up and tilts his rotted head
The figure seems to detect them, looking over at them aswell
rose waves a bit
The figure returns the gesture, heading towards him
Rose sits up a bit "Hi"
A clicking noise is made, followed by more wirring, before it speaks in a seemingly pre-programmed, semi feminine voice, "Hello"
Rose tilts his head, his dead eyes narrow a bit. "Who are ye?"
It clicks more, the voice switching to male telemarketter, "For more information, please check the user manual. Your [BZZZT] model should have its number and model type marked on its chasis."
"Mn?" he stands up and looks around the robot, dirt trailing behind him.
Investigation?
The robot is a bit dirty, and is obviously an older model than whatever would usually be sold by whoever created it
19
On the left shoulder, the acronym WORSHIP is printed in bold
He places a hand on the words and narrows his eyes
The robot pokes his head, "Find the lost"
"Find the lost?" he tilts his head
"Complete the collection to win a special prize" it seems to be playing parts of an ad
Rose backs up a bit and sits on the couch again "Im fine" he said
The robot sits down next to him
He scooches away a bit
It looks at him robotically, before speaking in a recording of what seems to be a women, "Whats your name?"
"Rose McCarthy"
It nods this time speaking in a mix of voices, his name being spoken in his own, "Niceto meet youRose McCarthy"
"Nice to meet ya too" he said, fidgeting with the vines wrapping around his arms "why are you here?"
Music laces the background of its recorded voice for a few seconds, "Since the death of God there has been a vacancy open." It says, before the music cuts out and it speaks in the voice of a child, "The great ones can bring peace for all."
Rose looks confused. he runs a hand through his ash black hair. "Huh?"
Its head cracks to one side, the words on its shoulder showing once again, "Praise the true god"
A robotic figure approaches the manor. Their joints wirr and click as they walk. They don't seem to be heavily built, like a usual member of a robotic species would be, seeming more slender and agile rather than rough and tumble type. The metal that makes their skin is a silvery type for the most part, their arms, legs, head, and torso made up of it. However their hands are made up of a different material. A copperish gold metal, crafted into a delicatly built pair of hands, which hold little in this plane. Their eyes aren't a normal color a person can make anymore, the color of a dimming sun. The color of a thousand stars dying out all at once. They stand at around 5'8 or so as they walk, heading towards the manor
Rose looks up and tilts his rotted head
The figure seems to detect them, looking over at them aswell
rose waves a bit
The figure returns the gesture, heading towards him
Rose sits up a bit "Hi"
A clicking noise is made, followed by more wirring, before it speaks in a seemingly pre-programmed, semi feminine voice, "Hello"
Rose tilts his head, his dead eyes narrow a bit. "Who are ye?"
It clicks more, the voice switching to male telemarketter, "For more information, please check the user manual. Your [BZZZT] model should have its number and model type marked on its chasis."
"Mn?" he stands up and looks around the robot, dirt trailing behind him.
Investigation?
The robot is a bit dirty, and is obviously an older model than whatever would usually be sold by whoever created it
19
On the left shoulder, the acronym WORSHIP is printed in bold
He places a hand on the words and narrows his eyes
The robot pokes his head, "Find the lost"
"Find the lost?" he tilts his head
"Complete the collection to win a special prize" it seems to be playing parts of an ad
Rose backs up a bit and sits on the couch again "Im fine" he said
The robot sits down next to him
He scooches away a bit
It looks at him robotically, before speaking in a recording of what seems to be a women, "Whats your name?"
"Rose McCarthy"
It nods this time speaking in a mix of voices, his name being spoken in his own, "Niceto meet youRose McCarthy"
"Nice to meet ya too" he said, fidgeting with the vines wrapping around his arms "why are you here?"
Music laces the background of its recorded voice for a few seconds, "Since the death of God there has been a vacancy open." It says, before the music cuts out and it speaks in the voice of a child, "The great ones can bring peace for all."
Rose looks confused. he runs a hand through his ash black hair. "Huh?"
Its head cracks to one side, the words on its shoulder showing once again, "Praise the true god"
A robotic figure approaches the manor. Their joints wirr and click as they walk. They don't seem to be heavily built, like a usual member of a robotic species would be, seeming more slender and agile rather than rough and tumble type. The metal that makes their skin is a silvery type for the most part, their arms, legs, head, and torso made up of it. However their hands are made up of a different material. A copperish gold metal, crafted into a delicatly built pair of hands, which hold little in this plane. Their eyes aren't a normal color a person can make anymore, the color of a dimming sun. The color of a thousand stars dying out all at once. They stand at around 5'8 or so as they walk, heading towards the manor
Rose looks up and tilts his rotted head
The figure seems to detect them, looking over at them aswell
rose waves a bit
The figure returns the gesture, heading towards him
Rose sits up a bit "Hi"
A clicking noise is made, followed by more wirring, before it speaks in a seemingly pre-programmed, semi feminine voice, "Hello"
Rose tilts his head, his dead eyes narrow a bit. "Who are ye?"
It clicks more, the voice switching to male telemarketter, "For more information, please check the user manual. Your [BZZZT] model should have its number and model type marked on its chasis."
"Mn?" he stands up and looks around the robot, dirt trailing behind him.
Investigation?
The robot is a bit dirty, and is obviously an older model than whatever would usually be sold by whoever created it
19
On the left shoulder, the acronym WORSHIP is printed in bold
He places a hand on the words and narrows his eyes
The robot pokes his head, "Find the lost"
"Find the lost?" he tilts his head
"Complete the collection to win a special prize" it seems to be playing parts of an ad
Rose backs up a bit and sits on the couch again "Im fine" he said
The robot sits down next to him
He scooches away a bit
It looks at him robotically, before speaking in a recording of what seems to be a women, "Whats your name?"
"Rose McCarthy"
It nods this time speaking in a mix of voices, his name being spoken in his own, "Niceto meet youRose McCarthy"
"Nice to meet ya too" he said, fidgeting with the vines wrapping around his arms "why are you here?"
Music laces the background of its recorded voice for a few seconds, "Since the death of God there has been a vacancy open." It says, before the music cuts out and it speaks in the voice of a child, "The great ones can bring peace for all."
Rose looks confused. he runs a hand through his ash black hair. "Huh?"
Its head cracks to one side, the words on its shoulder showing once again, "Praise the true god"
"I don't like religion so.... no thank you"
The material over its joints seems to ripple a bit, but it nods, "[HYPERLINK BLOCKED]"
A robotic figure approaches the manor. Their joints wirr and click as they walk. They don't seem to be heavily built, like a usual member of a robotic species would be, seeming more slender and agile rather than rough and tumble type. The metal that makes their skin is a silvery type for the most part, their arms, legs, head, and torso made up of it. However their hands are made up of a different material. A copperish gold metal, crafted into a delicatly built pair of hands, which hold little in this plane. Their eyes aren't a normal color a person can make anymore, the color of a dimming sun. The color of a thousand stars dying out all at once. They stand at around 5'8 or so as they walk, heading towards the manor
Rose looks up and tilts his rotted head
The figure seems to detect them, looking over at them aswell
rose waves a bit
The figure returns the gesture, heading towards him
Rose sits up a bit "Hi"
A clicking noise is made, followed by more wirring, before it speaks in a seemingly pre-programmed, semi feminine voice, "Hello"
Rose tilts his head, his dead eyes narrow a bit. "Who are ye?"
It clicks more, the voice switching to male telemarketter, "For more information, please check the user manual. Your [BZZZT] model should have its number and model type marked on its chasis."
"Mn?" he stands up and looks around the robot, dirt trailing behind him.
Investigation?
The robot is a bit dirty, and is obviously an older model than whatever would usually be sold by whoever created it
19
On the left shoulder, the acronym WORSHIP is printed in bold
He places a hand on the words and narrows his eyes
The robot pokes his head, "Find the lost"
"Find the lost?" he tilts his head
"Complete the collection to win a special prize" it seems to be playing parts of an ad
Rose backs up a bit and sits on the couch again "Im fine" he said
The robot sits down next to him
He scooches away a bit
It looks at him robotically, before speaking in a recording of what seems to be a women, "Whats your name?"
"Rose McCarthy"
It nods this time speaking in a mix of voices, his name being spoken in his own, "Niceto meet youRose McCarthy"
"Nice to meet ya too" he said, fidgeting with the vines wrapping around his arms "why are you here?"
Music laces the background of its recorded voice for a few seconds, "Since the death of God there has been a vacancy open." It says, before the music cuts out and it speaks in the voice of a child, "The great ones can bring peace for all."
Rose looks confused. he runs a hand through his ash black hair. "Huh?"
Its head cracks to one side, the words on its shoulder showing once again, "Praise the true god"
"I don't like religion so.... no thank you"
The material over its joints seems to ripple a bit, but it nods, "[HYPERLINK BLOCKED]"
A robotic figure approaches the manor. Their joints wirr and click as they walk. They don't seem to be heavily built, like a usual member of a robotic species would be, seeming more slender and agile rather than rough and tumble type. The metal that makes their skin is a silvery type for the most part, their arms, legs, head, and torso made up of it. However their hands are made up of a different material. A copperish gold metal, crafted into a delicatly built pair of hands, which hold little in this plane. Their eyes aren't a normal color a person can make anymore, the color of a dimming sun. The color of a thousand stars dying out all at once. They stand at around 5'8 or so as they walk, heading towards the manor
Rose looks up and tilts his rotted head
The figure seems to detect them, looking over at them aswell
rose waves a bit
The figure returns the gesture, heading towards him
Rose sits up a bit "Hi"
A clicking noise is made, followed by more wirring, before it speaks in a seemingly pre-programmed, semi feminine voice, "Hello"
Rose tilts his head, his dead eyes narrow a bit. "Who are ye?"
It clicks more, the voice switching to male telemarketter, "For more information, please check the user manual. Your [BZZZT] model should have its number and model type marked on its chasis."
"Mn?" he stands up and looks around the robot, dirt trailing behind him.
Investigation?
The robot is a bit dirty, and is obviously an older model than whatever would usually be sold by whoever created it
19
On the left shoulder, the acronym WORSHIP is printed in bold
He places a hand on the words and narrows his eyes
The robot pokes his head, "Find the lost"
"Find the lost?" he tilts his head
"Complete the collection to win a special prize" it seems to be playing parts of an ad
Rose backs up a bit and sits on the couch again "Im fine" he said
The robot sits down next to him
He scooches away a bit
It looks at him robotically, before speaking in a recording of what seems to be a women, "Whats your name?"
"Rose McCarthy"
It nods this time speaking in a mix of voices, his name being spoken in his own, "Niceto meet youRose McCarthy"
"Nice to meet ya too" he said, fidgeting with the vines wrapping around his arms "why are you here?"
Music laces the background of its recorded voice for a few seconds, "Since the death of God there has been a vacancy open." It says, before the music cuts out and it speaks in the voice of a child, "The great ones can bring peace for all."
Rose looks confused. he runs a hand through his ash black hair. "Huh?"
Its head cracks to one side, the words on its shoulder showing once again, "Praise the true god"
"I don't like religion so.... no thank you"
The material over its joints seems to ripple a bit, but it nods, "[HYPERLINK BLOCKED]"
A robotic figure approaches the manor. Their joints wirr and click as they walk. They don't seem to be heavily built, like a usual member of a robotic species would be, seeming more slender and agile rather than rough and tumble type. The metal that makes their skin is a silvery type for the most part, their arms, legs, head, and torso made up of it. However their hands are made up of a different material. A copperish gold metal, crafted into a delicatly built pair of hands, which hold little in this plane. Their eyes aren't a normal color a person can make anymore, the color of a dimming sun. The color of a thousand stars dying out all at once. They stand at around 5'8 or so as they walk, heading towards the manor
Rose looks up and tilts his rotted head
The figure seems to detect them, looking over at them aswell
rose waves a bit
The figure returns the gesture, heading towards him
Rose sits up a bit "Hi"
A clicking noise is made, followed by more wirring, before it speaks in a seemingly pre-programmed, semi feminine voice, "Hello"
Rose tilts his head, his dead eyes narrow a bit. "Who are ye?"
It clicks more, the voice switching to male telemarketter, "For more information, please check the user manual. Your [BZZZT] model should have its number and model type marked on its chasis."
"Mn?" he stands up and looks around the robot, dirt trailing behind him.
Investigation?
The robot is a bit dirty, and is obviously an older model than whatever would usually be sold by whoever created it
19
On the left shoulder, the acronym WORSHIP is printed in bold
He places a hand on the words and narrows his eyes
The robot pokes his head, "Find the lost"
"Find the lost?" he tilts his head
"Complete the collection to win a special prize" it seems to be playing parts of an ad
Rose backs up a bit and sits on the couch again "Im fine" he said
The robot sits down next to him
He scooches away a bit
It looks at him robotically, before speaking in a recording of what seems to be a women, "Whats your name?"
"Rose McCarthy"
It nods this time speaking in a mix of voices, his name being spoken in his own, "Niceto meet youRose McCarthy"
"Nice to meet ya too" he said, fidgeting with the vines wrapping around his arms "why are you here?"
Music laces the background of its recorded voice for a few seconds, "Since the death of God there has been a vacancy open." It says, before the music cuts out and it speaks in the voice of a child, "The great ones can bring peace for all."
Rose looks confused. he runs a hand through his ash black hair. "Huh?"
Its head cracks to one side, the words on its shoulder showing once again, "Praise the true god"
"I don't like religion so.... no thank you"
The material over its joints seems to ripple a bit, but it nods, "[HYPERLINK BLOCKED]"
A robotic figure approaches the manor. Their joints wirr and click as they walk. They don't seem to be heavily built, like a usual member of a robotic species would be, seeming more slender and agile rather than rough and tumble type. The metal that makes their skin is a silvery type for the most part, their arms, legs, head, and torso made up of it. However their hands are made up of a different material. A copperish gold metal, crafted into a delicatly built pair of hands, which hold little in this plane. Their eyes aren't a normal color a person can make anymore, the color of a dimming sun. The color of a thousand stars dying out all at once. They stand at around 5'8 or so as they walk, heading towards the manor
Rose looks up and tilts his rotted head
The figure seems to detect them, looking over at them aswell
rose waves a bit
The figure returns the gesture, heading towards him
Rose sits up a bit "Hi"
A clicking noise is made, followed by more wirring, before it speaks in a seemingly pre-programmed, semi feminine voice, "Hello"
Rose tilts his head, his dead eyes narrow a bit. "Who are ye?"
It clicks more, the voice switching to male telemarketter, "For more information, please check the user manual. Your [BZZZT] model should have its number and model type marked on its chasis."
"Mn?" he stands up and looks around the robot, dirt trailing behind him.
Investigation?
The robot is a bit dirty, and is obviously an older model than whatever would usually be sold by whoever created it
19
On the left shoulder, the acronym WORSHIP is printed in bold
He places a hand on the words and narrows his eyes
The robot pokes his head, "Find the lost"
"Find the lost?" he tilts his head
"Complete the collection to win a special prize" it seems to be playing parts of an ad
Rose backs up a bit and sits on the couch again "Im fine" he said
The robot sits down next to him
He scooches away a bit
It looks at him robotically, before speaking in a recording of what seems to be a women, "Whats your name?"
"Rose McCarthy"
It nods this time speaking in a mix of voices, his name being spoken in his own, "Niceto meet youRose McCarthy"
"Nice to meet ya too" he said, fidgeting with the vines wrapping around his arms "why are you here?"
Music laces the background of its recorded voice for a few seconds, "Since the death of God there has been a vacancy open." It says, before the music cuts out and it speaks in the voice of a child, "The great ones can bring peace for all."
Rose looks confused. he runs a hand through his ash black hair. "Huh?"
Its head cracks to one side, the words on its shoulder showing once again, "Praise the true god"
"I don't like religion so.... no thank you"
The material over its joints seems to ripple a bit, but it nods, "[HYPERLINK BLOCKED]"
"Find the lost?" he tilts his head
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"Complete the collection to win a special prize" it seems to be playing parts of an ad
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
Rose backs up a bit and sits on the couch again "Im fine" he said
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The robot sits down next to him
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
He scooches away a bit
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It looks at him robotically, before speaking in a recording of what seems to be a women, "Whats your name?"
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
"Rose McCarthy"
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It nods this time speaking in a mix of voices, his name being spoken in his own, "Nice to meet you Rose McCarthy"
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
"Nice to meet ya too" he said, fidgeting with the vines wrapping around his arms "why are you here?"
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*Sweet boy here about to sell you some delicious [HYPERLINK BLOCKED] for 1997 Kromer.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Music laces the background of its recorded voice for a few seconds, "Since the death of God there has been a vacancy open." It says, before the music cuts out and it speaks in the voice of a child, "The great ones can bring peace for all."
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
*BIG SHOT*
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
Rose looks confused. he runs a hand through his ash black hair. "Huh?"
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Its head cracks to one side, the words on its shoulder showing once again, "Praise the true god"
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
"I don't like religion so.... no thank you"
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The material over its joints seems to ripple a bit, but it nods, "[HYPERLINK BLOCKED]"
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
"Mn?" Rose tilts his head again
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"[HYPERLI]turn [BLOCKED]"
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
Rose seems to jump a bit and scooches away
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Worship doesn't scooch closer
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND