A heavily armored person enters... or is it a robot?... and walks to the counter. They have a visor on that covers their eyes and gives off a dim purple glow. A hilt of some kind sits on their hip, and three grenades sit opposite it. They say in a gravelly voice, "Do you have any waffles?"
The monster at the counter reaches both of its arms into the kitchen. One minute later, they come back out, holding a steaming hot plate of fresh waffles covered in chocolate syrup and sprinkles. Its head is still slumped against its chest.
The figure picks up the waffles and puts the entire plate into a cavity in its chest that swings open. It shuts, and a moment later opens, revealing an empty plate with waffle crumbs on it. "Thanks. What happened here?"
The monster shrugs in response. "I was here when it happened. I didn't see anything."
"Hmm. Interesting. I got hired to check it out. Name's Katethiir. What's yours?"
"Wallace. I run this place, if you couldn't tell. Everyone else left, but I kept telling them that it was a malfunction in the emergency alert system. I was evidently wrong, but I am still alive, so I was about a quarter right."
"Were you always... like this?" They gesture at his strange physiology.
"No. But it's not all bad. I don't have to get up from my chair to go to the kitchen anymore, for one. The 'neck not working' thing kinda sucks, but I've installed some bike mirrors on my desk so I can see better."
"Seems like you have it all worked out. So, you have no idea where the other people may have gone?"
"My best guess is that they went all wonky like me. Maybe that's where all the monsters came from?"
"That would... certainly make my work harder." Katethiir has been standing completely still for this conversation, but now crosses their arms.
"Maybe someone else knows something. Surely someone else has survived?" He points to the map. (Check the first post.)
"Perhaps. Do you know where the designs for all the Sweet Dreams products would be kept?"
"Probably somewhere in the factory, but from what I've seen, the security automatons have gone kinda insane, so you might not want to go anywhere with high security."
"I can deal with them. Thank you, Wallace. It's been a pleasure." They turn and unclip the hilt, stepping outside to head to wherever Wallace pointed them.
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Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
A little child, maybe 7 or 8 years old, walks in. He has rust red hair, smoky blue eyes, smooth white skin and a round nose. He's wearing trainers with un-done laces, blue shorts, a red top with a picture of a waffle on it, and a baseball cap on his head. A lollypop dangles from his mouth. "WHERE ARE ALL THE SWEETYS!" He shouts as loud as he can.
"... How did you even get past all the monsters outside?"
"You didn't answer my question." He says in a suddenly very low voice
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Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
A heavily armored person enters... or is it a robot?... and walks to the counter. They have a visor on that covers their eyes and gives off a dim purple glow. A hilt of some kind sits on their hip, and three grenades sit opposite it. They say in a gravelly voice, "Do you have any waffles?"
The monster at the counter reaches both of its arms into the kitchen. One minute later, they come back out, holding a steaming hot plate of fresh waffles covered in chocolate syrup and sprinkles. Its head is still slumped against its chest.
The figure picks up the waffles and puts the entire plate into a cavity in its chest that swings open. It shuts, and a moment later opens, revealing an empty plate with waffle crumbs on it. "Thanks. What happened here?"
The monster shrugs in response. "I was here when it happened. I didn't see anything."
"Hmm. Interesting. I got hired to check it out. Name's Katethiir. What's yours?"
"Wallace. I run this place, if you couldn't tell. Everyone else left, but I kept telling them that it was a malfunction in the emergency alert system. I was evidently wrong, but I am still alive, so I was about a quarter right."
"Were you always... like this?" They gesture at his strange physiology.
"No. But it's not all bad. I don't have to get up from my chair to go to the kitchen anymore, for one. The 'neck not working' thing kinda sucks, but I've installed some bike mirrors on my desk so I can see better."
"Seems like you have it all worked out. So, you have no idea where the other people may have gone?"
"My best guess is that they went all wonky like me. Maybe that's where all the monsters came from?"
"That would... certainly make my work harder." Katethiir has been standing completely still for this conversation, but now crosses their arms.
"Maybe someone else knows something. Surely someone else has survived?" He points to the map. (Check the first post.)
"Perhaps. Do you know where the designs for all the Sweet Dreams products would be kept?"
"Probably somewhere in the factory, but from what I've seen, the security automatons have gone kinda insane, so you might not want to go anywhere with high security."
"I can deal with them. Thank you, Wallace. It's been a pleasure." They turn and unclip the hilt, stepping outside to head to wherever Wallace pointed them.
You have entered: The Theme Park.
The setting sun casts long shadows across the mall. Crushed monster carcasses are shoved brutally into trash bins, and smashed constructs are shoved over stall counters. A large, pink, animatronic dragon is standing by a table set for a birthday party, eagerly waiting. Despite this, there don't seem to be any people here.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A heavily armored person enters... or is it a robot?... and walks to the counter. They have a visor on that covers their eyes and gives off a dim purple glow. A hilt of some kind sits on their hip, and three grenades sit opposite it. They say in a gravelly voice, "Do you have any waffles?"
The monster at the counter reaches both of its arms into the kitchen. One minute later, they come back out, holding a steaming hot plate of fresh waffles covered in chocolate syrup and sprinkles. Its head is still slumped against its chest.
The figure picks up the waffles and puts the entire plate into a cavity in its chest that swings open. It shuts, and a moment later opens, revealing an empty plate with waffle crumbs on it. "Thanks. What happened here?"
The monster shrugs in response. "I was here when it happened. I didn't see anything."
"Hmm. Interesting. I got hired to check it out. Name's Katethiir. What's yours?"
"Wallace. I run this place, if you couldn't tell. Everyone else left, but I kept telling them that it was a malfunction in the emergency alert system. I was evidently wrong, but I am still alive, so I was about a quarter right."
"Were you always... like this?" They gesture at his strange physiology.
"No. But it's not all bad. I don't have to get up from my chair to go to the kitchen anymore, for one. The 'neck not working' thing kinda sucks, but I've installed some bike mirrors on my desk so I can see better."
"Seems like you have it all worked out. So, you have no idea where the other people may have gone?"
"My best guess is that they went all wonky like me. Maybe that's where all the monsters came from?"
"That would... certainly make my work harder." Katethiir has been standing completely still for this conversation, but now crosses their arms.
"Maybe someone else knows something. Surely someone else has survived?" He points to the map. (Check the first post.)
"Perhaps. Do you know where the designs for all the Sweet Dreams products would be kept?"
"Probably somewhere in the factory, but from what I've seen, the security automatons have gone kinda insane, so you might not want to go anywhere with high security."
"I can deal with them. Thank you, Wallace. It's been a pleasure." They turn and unclip the hilt, stepping outside to head to wherever Wallace pointed them.
You have entered: The Theme Park.
The setting sun casts long shadows across the mall. Crushed monster carcasses are shoved brutally into trash bins, and smashed constructs are shoved over stall counters. A large, pink, animatronic dragon is standing by a table set for a birthday party, eagerly waiting. Despite this, there don't seem to be any people here.
Katethiir activates something on the hilt, and a massive steel scimitar extends from the end. They move onward, surprisingly stealthy and graceful for such a large being. Stealth: 21
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Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
A little child, maybe 7 or 8 years old, walks in. He has rust red hair, smoky blue eyes, smooth white skin and a round nose. He's wearing trainers with un-done laces, blue shorts, a red top with a picture of a waffle on it, and a baseball cap on his head. A lollypop dangles from his mouth. "WHERE ARE ALL THE SWEETYS!" He shouts as loud as he can.
"... How did you even get past all the monsters outside?"
"You didn't answer my question." He says in a suddenly very low voice
"Ah. Okay. You could probably find some just about anywhere in the city. What exactly are you looking for?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A heavily armored person enters... or is it a robot?... and walks to the counter. They have a visor on that covers their eyes and gives off a dim purple glow. A hilt of some kind sits on their hip, and three grenades sit opposite it. They say in a gravelly voice, "Do you have any waffles?"
The monster at the counter reaches both of its arms into the kitchen. One minute later, they come back out, holding a steaming hot plate of fresh waffles covered in chocolate syrup and sprinkles. Its head is still slumped against its chest.
The figure picks up the waffles and puts the entire plate into a cavity in its chest that swings open. It shuts, and a moment later opens, revealing an empty plate with waffle crumbs on it. "Thanks. What happened here?"
The monster shrugs in response. "I was here when it happened. I didn't see anything."
"Hmm. Interesting. I got hired to check it out. Name's Katethiir. What's yours?"
"Wallace. I run this place, if you couldn't tell. Everyone else left, but I kept telling them that it was a malfunction in the emergency alert system. I was evidently wrong, but I am still alive, so I was about a quarter right."
"Were you always... like this?" They gesture at his strange physiology.
"No. But it's not all bad. I don't have to get up from my chair to go to the kitchen anymore, for one. The 'neck not working' thing kinda sucks, but I've installed some bike mirrors on my desk so I can see better."
"Seems like you have it all worked out. So, you have no idea where the other people may have gone?"
"My best guess is that they went all wonky like me. Maybe that's where all the monsters came from?"
"That would... certainly make my work harder." Katethiir has been standing completely still for this conversation, but now crosses their arms.
"Maybe someone else knows something. Surely someone else has survived?" He points to the map. (Check the first post.)
"Perhaps. Do you know where the designs for all the Sweet Dreams products would be kept?"
"Probably somewhere in the factory, but from what I've seen, the security automatons have gone kinda insane, so you might not want to go anywhere with high security."
"I can deal with them. Thank you, Wallace. It's been a pleasure." They turn and unclip the hilt, stepping outside to head to wherever Wallace pointed them.
You have entered: The Theme Park.
The setting sun casts long shadows across the mall. Crushed monster carcasses are shoved brutally into trash bins, and smashed constructs are shoved over stall counters. A large, pink, animatronic dragon is standing by a table set for a birthday party, eagerly waiting. Despite this, there don't seem to be any people here.
Katethiir activates something on the hilt, and a massive steel scimitar extends from the end. They move onward, surprisingly stealthy and graceful for such a large being. Stealth: 22
The Dragon mascot fails to notice them.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Hmmm.... I have a Tri-Kreen artificer boi... Think I may be using him... Definitely one of my more fun characters.*
*Also, WAFFLES!!!!!*
*Go for it!*
*I had done a little slight homebrew with his secondary arms so that he could use a pair of revolvers in them. Any problems with that?*
*How about I let you dual wield light crossbows flavored to be revolvers instead? You can wield a revolver or something in your main hands, though.*
*That works. It was to give him a decent ranged attack while he had a warhammer in his main hands. And there were historically repeating crossbows, so it works perfectly.*
*Hmmm.... I have a Tri-Kreen artificer boi... Think I may be using him... Definitely one of my more fun characters.*
*Also, WAFFLES!!!!!*
*Go for it!*
*I had done a little slight homebrew with his secondary arms so that he could use a pair of revolvers in them. Any problems with that?*
*How about I let you dual wield light crossbows flavored to be revolvers instead? You can wield a revolver or something in your main hands, though.*
*That works. It was to give him a decent ranged attack while he had a warhammer in his main hands. And there were historically repeating crossbows, so it works perfectly.*
*Hmmm.... I have a Tri-Kreen artificer boi... Think I may be using him... Definitely one of my more fun characters.*
*Also, WAFFLES!!!!!*
*Go for it!*
*I had done a little slight homebrew with his secondary arms so that he could use a pair of revolvers in them. Any problems with that?*
*How about I let you dual wield light crossbows flavored to be revolvers instead? You can wield a revolver or something in your main hands, though.*
*That works. It was to give him a decent ranged attack while he had a warhammer in his main hands. And there were historically repeating crossbows, so it works perfectly.*
*Repeating shot crossbows!!*
*Yep! And make them collapsing to fit even better with the Artificer theme!*
A heavily armored person enters... or is it a robot?... and walks to the counter. They have a visor on that covers their eyes and gives off a dim purple glow. A hilt of some kind sits on their hip, and three grenades sit opposite it. They say in a gravelly voice, "Do you have any waffles?"
The monster at the counter reaches both of its arms into the kitchen. One minute later, they come back out, holding a steaming hot plate of fresh waffles covered in chocolate syrup and sprinkles. Its head is still slumped against its chest.
The figure picks up the waffles and puts the entire plate into a cavity in its chest that swings open. It shuts, and a moment later opens, revealing an empty plate with waffle crumbs on it. "Thanks. What happened here?"
The monster shrugs in response. "I was here when it happened. I didn't see anything."
"Hmm. Interesting. I got hired to check it out. Name's Katethiir. What's yours?"
"Wallace. I run this place, if you couldn't tell. Everyone else left, but I kept telling them that it was a malfunction in the emergency alert system. I was evidently wrong, but I am still alive, so I was about a quarter right."
"Were you always... like this?" They gesture at his strange physiology.
"No. But it's not all bad. I don't have to get up from my chair to go to the kitchen anymore, for one. The 'neck not working' thing kinda sucks, but I've installed some bike mirrors on my desk so I can see better."
"Seems like you have it all worked out. So, you have no idea where the other people may have gone?"
"My best guess is that they went all wonky like me. Maybe that's where all the monsters came from?"
"That would... certainly make my work harder." Katethiir has been standing completely still for this conversation, but now crosses their arms.
"Maybe someone else knows something. Surely someone else has survived?" He points to the map. (Check the first post.)
"Perhaps. Do you know where the designs for all the Sweet Dreams products would be kept?"
"Probably somewhere in the factory, but from what I've seen, the security automatons have gone kinda insane, so you might not want to go anywhere with high security."
"I can deal with them. Thank you, Wallace. It's been a pleasure." They turn and unclip the hilt, stepping outside to head to wherever Wallace pointed them.
You have entered: The Theme Park.
The setting sun casts long shadows across the mall. Crushed monster carcasses are shoved brutally into trash bins, and smashed constructs are shoved over stall counters. A large, pink, animatronic dragon is standing by a table set for a birthday party, eagerly waiting. Despite this, there don't seem to be any people here.
Katethiir activates something on the hilt, and a massive steel scimitar extends from the end. They move onward, surprisingly stealthy and graceful for such a large being. Stealth: 22
The Dragon mascot fails to notice them.
They creep past carefully. *Btw, they have heat vision...*
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Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
"I can deal with them. Thank you, Wallace. It's been a pleasure." They turn and unclip the hilt, stepping outside to head to wherever Wallace pointed them.
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
"You didn't answer my question." He says in a suddenly very low voice
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
You have entered: The Theme Park.
The setting sun casts long shadows across the mall. Crushed monster carcasses are shoved brutally into trash bins, and smashed constructs are shoved over stall counters. A large, pink, animatronic dragon is standing by a table set for a birthday party, eagerly waiting. Despite this, there don't seem to be any people here.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Katethiir activates something on the hilt, and a massive steel scimitar extends from the end. They move onward, surprisingly stealthy and graceful for such a large being. Stealth: 21
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
"Ah. Okay. You could probably find some just about anywhere in the city. What exactly are you looking for?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Waffles, this seems neat*
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
The Dragon mascot fails to notice them.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Question, what type of world is this? Midevil dnd, more modern stuff, etc?*
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
*Think early 1800s but fantasy.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Got it :D*
*I think i can think something up for this. Would wiring be a thing?*
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
*Yup! Feel free to include tons of randomly hanging wires and arcing electricity if you so desire.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Great :D, i understand the timeline well enough now*
*And yep, lots of broken stuff today*
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
*Hmmm.... I have a Tri-Kreen artificer boi... Think I may be using him... Definitely one of my more fun characters.*
*Also, WAFFLES!!!!!*
*Go for it!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I had done a little slight homebrew with his secondary arms so that he could use a pair of revolvers in them. Any problems with that?*
*How about I let you dual wield light crossbows flavored to be revolvers instead? You can wield a revolver or something in your main hands, though.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*That works. It was to give him a decent ranged attack while he had a warhammer in his main hands. And there were historically repeating crossbows, so it works perfectly.*
*Repeating shot crossbows!!*
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
*Yep! And make them collapsing to fit even better with the Artificer theme!*
They creep past carefully. *Btw, they have heat vision...*
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.