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]"
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]"
He pulls up his hood and looks away
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He can hear the wirring of gears
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 peeks over a bit
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
It seems to be carving something it the wall
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
Investigation18:
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Make a religion check to recognise the symbol
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
18
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Its not really a symbol he recognises, whether thats because of the revivification that made him or because he's never seen it period.
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 curls back up and stares at the floor
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
After a few moments, worship taps his head
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
"hm?" rose looks up
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Worship is barely an inch away from his face
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 yelps and falls off the couch
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
The symbol on the wall disappears after a moment.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Worship stares down at them
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
Whorship recarves it
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
"What?!" the ask
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
It seems to stay... for a bit.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"[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 stands up and sits back on the couch, curling up.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘