A tall (about 6'7) figure wearing a deep purple cloak set with black designs of spiders and webs makes its way to the restaurant. A head of a heavy warhammer pokes through his cloak, and a pair of unusual collapsing crossbows are holstered on its hips. It walks oddly, as though its legs are jointed in all the wrong places. A large mechanical spider obediently follows them, standing at about 3 feet tall itself, and with an approximately 6 1/2 foot leg span. A series of clicking and chirping sounds come out from under its hood, as though it isn't a normal humanoid, and adding to the insectoid feel of this stranger.
A fluorescent orange blob of what seems to be slime appears out of nowhere with a puff of mist in the middle of the theme park, falling from about 20 feet above the ground onto a stall. It lets out a surprisingly loud "OW!" and slides to the ground, forming into a humanoid shape after a few seconds (Plllaaaaaasmooooiidddd!!! I just love em). It looks around, two daggers squishing out from its body into its hands, then calms down.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
A tall (about 6'7) figure wearing a deep purple cloak set with black designs of spiders and webs makes its way to the restaurant. A head of a heavy warhammer pokes through his cloak, and a pair of unusual collapsing crossbows are holstered on its hips. It walks oddly, as though its legs are jointed in all the wrong places. A large mechanical spider obediently follows them, standing at about 3 feet tall itself, and with an approximately 6 1/2 foot leg span. A series of clicking and chirping sounds come out from under its hood, as though it isn't a normal humanoid, and adding to the insectoid feel of this stranger.
"Welcome to the Sweet Dreams Factory Factory Family Factory Restaurant. Yes that is its actual name and how may I help you?" asks the monster slumped over the counter.
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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 fluorescent orange blob of what seems to be slime appears out of nowhere with a puff of mist in the middle of the theme park, falling from about 20 feet above the ground onto a stall. It lets out a surprisingly loud "OW!" and slides to the ground, forming into a humanoid shape after a few seconds (Plllaaaaaasmooooiidddd!!! I just love em). It looks around, two daggers squishing out from its body into its hands, then calms down.
The big pink animatronic "candy dragon" rushes over. "Are you okay? That sounded like it hurt!" The voice sounds concerned but sounds unintentionally bubbly.
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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 fluorescent orange blob of what seems to be slime appears out of nowhere with a puff of mist in the middle of the theme park, falling from about 20 feet above the ground onto a stall. It lets out a surprisingly loud "OW!" and slides to the ground, forming into a humanoid shape after a few seconds (Plllaaaaaasmooooiidddd!!! I just love em). It looks around, two daggers squishing out from its body into its hands, then calms down.
The big pink animatronic "candy dragon" rushes over. "Are you okay? That sounded like it hurt!" The voice sounds concerned but sounds unintentionally bubbly.
"I'm perfectly fine! Thank you for asking! Who are you? And why are you so pink? And where am I?" He (yes, the plasmoid just uses male pronouns for simplicity) seems to be a bit scatter-brained, but intelligent at the same time.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
A tall (about 6'7) figure wearing a deep purple cloak set with black designs of spiders and webs makes its way to the restaurant. A head of a heavy warhammer pokes through his cloak, and a pair of unusual collapsing crossbows are holstered on its hips. It walks oddly, as though its legs are jointed in all the wrong places. A large mechanical spider obediently follows them, standing at about 3 feet tall itself, and with an approximately 6 1/2 foot leg span. A series of clicking and chirping sounds come out from under its hood, as though it isn't a normal humanoid, and adding to the insectoid feel of this stranger.
"Welcome to the Sweet Dreams Factory Factory Family Factory Restaurant. Yes that is its actual name and how may I help you?" asks the monster slumped over the counter.
Another series of chittering and chirps, before a surprisingly smooth male voice echoes in the monster's mind. Nothing much. I enjoy taking a look a machinery and robotics, and heard that this place has some rather... interesting specimens.
A tall (about 6'7) figure wearing a deep purple cloak set with black designs of spiders and webs makes its way to the restaurant. A head of a heavy warhammer pokes through his cloak, and a pair of unusual collapsing crossbows are holstered on its hips. It walks oddly, as though its legs are jointed in all the wrong places. A large mechanical spider obediently follows them, standing at about 3 feet tall itself, and with an approximately 6 1/2 foot leg span. A series of clicking and chirping sounds come out from under its hood, as though it isn't a normal humanoid, and adding to the insectoid feel of this stranger.
"Welcome to the Sweet Dreams Factory Factory Family Factory Restaurant. Yes that is its actual name and how may I help you?" asks the monster slumped over the counter.
Another series of chittering and chirps, before a surprisingly smooth male voice echoes in the monster's mind. Nothing much. I enjoy taking a look a machinery and robotics, and heard that this place has some rather... interesting specimens.
*dude, I love thri-kreen*
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
A tall (about 6'7) figure wearing a deep purple cloak set with black designs of spiders and webs makes its way to the restaurant. A head of a heavy warhammer pokes through his cloak, and a pair of unusual collapsing crossbows are holstered on its hips. It walks oddly, as though its legs are jointed in all the wrong places. A large mechanical spider obediently follows them, standing at about 3 feet tall itself, and with an approximately 6 1/2 foot leg span. A series of clicking and chirping sounds come out from under its hood, as though it isn't a normal humanoid, and adding to the insectoid feel of this stranger.
"Welcome to the Sweet Dreams Factory Factory Family Factory Restaurant. Yes that is its actual name and how may I help you?" asks the monster slumped over the counter.
Another series of chittering and chirps, before a surprisingly smooth male voice echoes in the monster's mind. Nothing much. I enjoy taking a look a machinery and robotics, and heard that this place has some rather... interesting specimens.
*dude, I love thri-kreen*
*Right?! Always loved them since I first saw them back in 4e Dark Sun.*
A tall (about 6'7) figure wearing a deep purple cloak set with black designs of spiders and webs makes its way to the restaurant. A head of a heavy warhammer pokes through his cloak, and a pair of unusual collapsing crossbows are holstered on its hips. It walks oddly, as though its legs are jointed in all the wrong places. A large mechanical spider obediently follows them, standing at about 3 feet tall itself, and with an approximately 6 1/2 foot leg span. A series of clicking and chirping sounds come out from under its hood, as though it isn't a normal humanoid, and adding to the insectoid feel of this stranger.
"Welcome to the Sweet Dreams Factory Factory Family Factory Restaurant. Yes that is its actual name and how may I help you?" asks the monster slumped over the counter.
Another series of chittering and chirps, before a surprisingly smooth male voice echoes in the monster's mind. Nothing much. I enjoy taking a look a machinery and robotics, and heard that this place has some rather... interesting specimens.
*dude, I love thri-kreen*
*Right?! Always loved them since I first saw them back in 4e Dark Sun.*
*Yes, the second I learned about them, I was just very pleased*
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
A fluorescent orange blob of what seems to be slime appears out of nowhere with a puff of mist in the middle of the theme park, falling from about 20 feet above the ground onto a stall. It lets out a surprisingly loud "OW!" and slides to the ground, forming into a humanoid shape after a few seconds (Plllaaaaaasmooooiidddd!!! I just love em). It looks around, two daggers squishing out from its body into its hands, then calms down.
The big pink animatronic "candy dragon" rushes over. "Are you okay? That sounded like it hurt!" The voice sounds concerned but sounds unintentionally bubbly.
"I'm perfectly fine! Thank you for asking! Who are you? And why are you so pink? And where am I?" He (yes, the plasmoid just uses male pronouns for simplicity) seems to be a bit scatter-brained, but intelligent at the same time.
"My name is Sloane! I'm pink because I was born that way, and you are in the wonderful Sweet Dreams Theme Mall! Please mind the other guests, though, as many have become very irritable, and some are even dangerous!" The plasmoid notices the blood and oil stains on the pink animatronic's suit.
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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 tall (about 6'7) figure wearing a deep purple cloak set with black designs of spiders and webs makes its way to the restaurant. A head of a heavy warhammer pokes through his cloak, and a pair of unusual collapsing crossbows are holstered on its hips. It walks oddly, as though its legs are jointed in all the wrong places. A large mechanical spider obediently follows them, standing at about 3 feet tall itself, and with an approximately 6 1/2 foot leg span. A series of clicking and chirping sounds come out from under its hood, as though it isn't a normal humanoid, and adding to the insectoid feel of this stranger.
"Welcome to the Sweet Dreams Factory Factory Family Factory Restaurant. Yes that is its actual name and how may I help you?" asks the monster slumped over the counter.
Another series of chittering and chirps, before a surprisingly smooth male voice echoes in the monster's mind. Nothing much. I enjoy taking a look a machinery and robotics, and heard that this place has some rather... interesting specimens.
"Well, we were one of the most technologically advanced companies on earth. Emphasis on were."
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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 tall (about 6'7) figure wearing a deep purple cloak set with black designs of spiders and webs makes its way to the restaurant. A head of a heavy warhammer pokes through his cloak, and a pair of unusual collapsing crossbows are holstered on its hips. It walks oddly, as though its legs are jointed in all the wrong places. A large mechanical spider obediently follows them, standing at about 3 feet tall itself, and with an approximately 6 1/2 foot leg span. A series of clicking and chirping sounds come out from under its hood, as though it isn't a normal humanoid, and adding to the insectoid feel of this stranger.
"Welcome to the Sweet Dreams Factory Factory Family Factory Restaurant. Yes that is its actual name and how may I help you?" asks the monster slumped over the counter.
Another series of chittering and chirps, before a surprisingly smooth male voice echoes in the monster's mind. Nothing much. I enjoy taking a look a machinery and robotics, and heard that this place has some rather... interesting specimens.
"Well, we were one of the most technologically advanced companies on earth. Emphasis on were."
The figure nods, and lowers his hood, a pair of long, insectoid arms coming out of the folds of his cloak. The stranger's head is reminiscent of that of a mantis, just much larger, and with the left antenna noticeably shorter than the right.
A tall (about 6'7) figure wearing a deep purple cloak set with black designs of spiders and webs makes its way to the restaurant. A head of a heavy warhammer pokes through his cloak, and a pair of unusual collapsing crossbows are holstered on its hips. It walks oddly, as though its legs are jointed in all the wrong places. A large mechanical spider obediently follows them, standing at about 3 feet tall itself, and with an approximately 6 1/2 foot leg span. A series of clicking and chirping sounds come out from under its hood, as though it isn't a normal humanoid, and adding to the insectoid feel of this stranger.
"Welcome to the Sweet Dreams Factory Factory Family Factory Restaurant. Yes that is its actual name and how may I help you?" asks the monster slumped over the counter.
Another series of chittering and chirps, before a surprisingly smooth male voice echoes in the monster's mind. Nothing much. I enjoy taking a look a machinery and robotics, and heard that this place has some rather... interesting specimens.
"Well, we were one of the most technologically advanced companies on earth. Emphasis on were."
The figure nods, and lowers his hood, a pair of long, insectoid arms coming out of the folds of his cloak. The stranger's head is reminiscent of that of a mantis, just much larger, and with the left antenna noticeably shorter than the right.
"You look a bit different." He pauses. "Actually, I can't say that. I take it back."
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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 tall (about 6'7) figure wearing a deep purple cloak set with black designs of spiders and webs makes its way to the restaurant. A head of a heavy warhammer pokes through his cloak, and a pair of unusual collapsing crossbows are holstered on its hips. It walks oddly, as though its legs are jointed in all the wrong places. A large mechanical spider obediently follows them, standing at about 3 feet tall itself, and with an approximately 6 1/2 foot leg span. A series of clicking and chirping sounds come out from under its hood, as though it isn't a normal humanoid, and adding to the insectoid feel of this stranger.
"Welcome to the Sweet Dreams Factory Factory Family Factory Restaurant. Yes that is its actual name and how may I help you?" asks the monster slumped over the counter.
Another series of chittering and chirps, before a surprisingly smooth male voice echoes in the monster's mind. Nothing much. I enjoy taking a look a machinery and robotics, and heard that this place has some rather... interesting specimens.
"Well, we were one of the most technologically advanced companies on earth. Emphasis on were."
The figure nods, and lowers his hood, a pair of long, insectoid arms coming out of the folds of his cloak. The stranger's head is reminiscent of that of a mantis, just much larger, and with the left antenna noticeably shorter than the right.
"You look a bit different." He pauses. "Actually, I can't say that. I take it back."
He clicks his mandibles a few times, and the monster thinks he's a bit amused, but it's hard to tell.
A tall (about 6'7) figure wearing a deep purple cloak set with black designs of spiders and webs makes its way to the restaurant. A head of a heavy warhammer pokes through his cloak, and a pair of unusual collapsing crossbows are holstered on its hips. It walks oddly, as though its legs are jointed in all the wrong places. A large mechanical spider obediently follows them, standing at about 3 feet tall itself, and with an approximately 6 1/2 foot leg span. A series of clicking and chirping sounds come out from under its hood, as though it isn't a normal humanoid, and adding to the insectoid feel of this stranger.
"Welcome to the Sweet Dreams Factory Factory Family Factory Restaurant. Yes that is its actual name and how may I help you?" asks the monster slumped over the counter.
Another series of chittering and chirps, before a surprisingly smooth male voice echoes in the monster's mind. Nothing much. I enjoy taking a look a machinery and robotics, and heard that this place has some rather... interesting specimens.
"Well, we were one of the most technologically advanced companies on earth. Emphasis on were."
The figure nods, and lowers his hood, a pair of long, insectoid arms coming out of the folds of his cloak. The stranger's head is reminiscent of that of a mantis, just much larger, and with the left antenna noticeably shorter than the right.
"You look a bit different." He pauses. "Actually, I can't say that. I take it back."
He clicks his mandibles a few times, and the monster thinks he's a bit amused, but it's hard to tell.
"So, uh, would you like something to eat or something?"
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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 tall (about 6'7) figure wearing a deep purple cloak set with black designs of spiders and webs makes its way to the restaurant. A head of a heavy warhammer pokes through his cloak, and a pair of unusual collapsing crossbows are holstered on its hips. It walks oddly, as though its legs are jointed in all the wrong places. A large mechanical spider obediently follows them, standing at about 3 feet tall itself, and with an approximately 6 1/2 foot leg span. A series of clicking and chirping sounds come out from under its hood, as though it isn't a normal humanoid, and adding to the insectoid feel of this stranger.
"Welcome to the Sweet Dreams Factory Factory Family Factory Restaurant. Yes that is its actual name and how may I help you?" asks the monster slumped over the counter.
Another series of chittering and chirps, before a surprisingly smooth male voice echoes in the monster's mind. Nothing much. I enjoy taking a look a machinery and robotics, and heard that this place has some rather... interesting specimens.
"Well, we were one of the most technologically advanced companies on earth. Emphasis on were."
The figure nods, and lowers his hood, a pair of long, insectoid arms coming out of the folds of his cloak. The stranger's head is reminiscent of that of a mantis, just much larger, and with the left antenna noticeably shorter than the right.
"You look a bit different." He pauses. "Actually, I can't say that. I take it back."
He clicks his mandibles a few times, and the monster thinks he's a bit amused, but it's hard to tell.
"So, uh, would you like something to eat or something?"
A tall (about 6'7) figure wearing a deep purple cloak set with black designs of spiders and webs makes its way to the restaurant. A head of a heavy warhammer pokes through his cloak, and a pair of unusual collapsing crossbows are holstered on its hips. It walks oddly, as though its legs are jointed in all the wrong places. A large mechanical spider obediently follows them, standing at about 3 feet tall itself, and with an approximately 6 1/2 foot leg span. A series of clicking and chirping sounds come out from under its hood, as though it isn't a normal humanoid, and adding to the insectoid feel of this stranger.
"Welcome to the Sweet Dreams Factory Factory Family Factory Restaurant. Yes that is its actual name and how may I help you?" asks the monster slumped over the counter.
Another series of chittering and chirps, before a surprisingly smooth male voice echoes in the monster's mind. Nothing much. I enjoy taking a look a machinery and robotics, and heard that this place has some rather... interesting specimens.
"Well, we were one of the most technologically advanced companies on earth. Emphasis on were."
The figure nods, and lowers his hood, a pair of long, insectoid arms coming out of the folds of his cloak. The stranger's head is reminiscent of that of a mantis, just much larger, and with the left antenna noticeably shorter than the right.
"You look a bit different." He pauses. "Actually, I can't say that. I take it back."
He clicks his mandibles a few times, and the monster thinks he's a bit amused, but it's hard to tell.
"So, uh, would you like something to eat or something?"
The figure shrugs. Sure. What do you have here?
"Waffles. Candy. CAMP (Canned Ambiguous Meat Product). Shakes. Burgers. Nachos. A lot of things."
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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 tall (about 6'7) figure wearing a deep purple cloak set with black designs of spiders and webs makes its way to the restaurant. A head of a heavy warhammer pokes through his cloak, and a pair of unusual collapsing crossbows are holstered on its hips. It walks oddly, as though its legs are jointed in all the wrong places. A large mechanical spider obediently follows them, standing at about 3 feet tall itself, and with an approximately 6 1/2 foot leg span. A series of clicking and chirping sounds come out from under its hood, as though it isn't a normal humanoid, and adding to the insectoid feel of this stranger.
"Welcome to the Sweet Dreams Factory Factory Family Factory Restaurant. Yes that is its actual name and how may I help you?" asks the monster slumped over the counter.
Another series of chittering and chirps, before a surprisingly smooth male voice echoes in the monster's mind. Nothing much. I enjoy taking a look a machinery and robotics, and heard that this place has some rather... interesting specimens.
"Well, we were one of the most technologically advanced companies on earth. Emphasis on were."
The figure nods, and lowers his hood, a pair of long, insectoid arms coming out of the folds of his cloak. The stranger's head is reminiscent of that of a mantis, just much larger, and with the left antenna noticeably shorter than the right.
"You look a bit different." He pauses. "Actually, I can't say that. I take it back."
He clicks his mandibles a few times, and the monster thinks he's a bit amused, but it's hard to tell.
"So, uh, would you like something to eat or something?"
The figure shrugs. Sure. What do you have here?
"Waffles. Candy. CAMP (Canned Ambiguous Meat Product). Shakes. Burgers. Nachos. A lot of things."
The Thri-Kreen cocks his head, as though thinking. I'll try one of those burgers then. It's getting a little unnerving looking at him, considering that his eyes physically can't close and he's always seeing, well, everything.
A tall (about 6'7) figure wearing a deep purple cloak set with black designs of spiders and webs makes its way to the restaurant. A head of a heavy warhammer pokes through his cloak, and a pair of unusual collapsing crossbows are holstered on its hips. It walks oddly, as though its legs are jointed in all the wrong places. A large mechanical spider obediently follows them, standing at about 3 feet tall itself, and with an approximately 6 1/2 foot leg span. A series of clicking and chirping sounds come out from under its hood, as though it isn't a normal humanoid, and adding to the insectoid feel of this stranger.
"Welcome to the Sweet Dreams Factory Factory Family Factory Restaurant. Yes that is its actual name and how may I help you?" asks the monster slumped over the counter.
Another series of chittering and chirps, before a surprisingly smooth male voice echoes in the monster's mind. Nothing much. I enjoy taking a look a machinery and robotics, and heard that this place has some rather... interesting specimens.
"Well, we were one of the most technologically advanced companies on earth. Emphasis on were."
The figure nods, and lowers his hood, a pair of long, insectoid arms coming out of the folds of his cloak. The stranger's head is reminiscent of that of a mantis, just much larger, and with the left antenna noticeably shorter than the right.
"You look a bit different." He pauses. "Actually, I can't say that. I take it back."
He clicks his mandibles a few times, and the monster thinks he's a bit amused, but it's hard to tell.
"So, uh, would you like something to eat or something?"
The figure shrugs. Sure. What do you have here?
"Waffles. Candy. CAMP (Canned Ambiguous Meat Product). Shakes. Burgers. Nachos. A lot of things."
The Thri-Kreen cocks his head, as though thinking. I'll try one of those burgers then. It's getting a little unnerving looking at him, considering that his eyes physically can't close and he's always seeing, well, everything.
The monster grabs its head with one of its long arms and "nods." Then, it reaches its arms into the kitchen. Cue kitchen noises. About three minutes later, the arms come back out, holding a little pink-and-blue burger box.
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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.
Katethiir looms over the plasmoid, keeping out of sight of the candy dragon. They keep their scimitar at their side, and just cock their head slightly, staying quiet.
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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 tall (about 6'7) figure wearing a deep purple cloak set with black designs of spiders and webs makes its way to the restaurant. A head of a heavy warhammer pokes through his cloak, and a pair of unusual collapsing crossbows are holstered on its hips. It walks oddly, as though its legs are jointed in all the wrong places. A large mechanical spider obediently follows them, standing at about 3 feet tall itself, and with an approximately 6 1/2 foot leg span. A series of clicking and chirping sounds come out from under its hood, as though it isn't a normal humanoid, and adding to the insectoid feel of this stranger.
A fluorescent orange blob of what seems to be slime appears out of nowhere with a puff of mist in the middle of the theme park, falling from about 20 feet above the ground onto a stall. It lets out a surprisingly loud "OW!" and slides to the ground, forming into a humanoid shape after a few seconds (Plllaaaaaasmooooiidddd!!! I just love em). It looks around, two daggers squishing out from its body into its hands, then calms down.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
⌞╚════════════ Extended Signature ════════════╝⌟
"Welcome to the Sweet Dreams Factory Factory Family Factory Restaurant. Yes that is its actual name and how may I help you?" asks the monster slumped over the counter.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The big pink animatronic "candy dragon" rushes over. "Are you okay? That sounded like it hurt!" The voice sounds concerned but sounds unintentionally bubbly.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I'm perfectly fine! Thank you for asking! Who are you? And why are you so pink? And where am I?" He (yes, the plasmoid just uses male pronouns for simplicity) seems to be a bit scatter-brained, but intelligent at the same time.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
⌞╚════════════ Extended Signature ════════════╝⌟
Another series of chittering and chirps, before a surprisingly smooth male voice echoes in the monster's mind. Nothing much. I enjoy taking a look a machinery and robotics, and heard that this place has some rather... interesting specimens.
*dude, I love thri-kreen*
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
⌞╚════════════ Extended Signature ════════════╝⌟
*Right?! Always loved them since I first saw them back in 4e Dark Sun.*
*Yes, the second I learned about them, I was just very pleased*
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
⌞╚════════════ Extended Signature ════════════╝⌟
"My name is Sloane! I'm pink because I was born that way, and you are in the wonderful Sweet Dreams Theme Mall! Please mind the other guests, though, as many have become very irritable, and some are even dangerous!" The plasmoid notices the blood and oil stains on the pink animatronic's suit.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Well, we were one of the most technologically advanced companies on earth. Emphasis on were."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The figure nods, and lowers his hood, a pair of long, insectoid arms coming out of the folds of his cloak. The stranger's head is reminiscent of that of a mantis, just much larger, and with the left antenna noticeably shorter than the right.
"You look a bit different." He pauses. "Actually, I can't say that. I take it back."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He clicks his mandibles a few times, and the monster thinks he's a bit amused, but it's hard to tell.
"So, uh, would you like something to eat or something?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The figure shrugs. Sure. What do you have here?
"Waffles. Candy. CAMP (Canned Ambiguous Meat Product). Shakes. Burgers. Nachos. A lot of things."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The Thri-Kreen cocks his head, as though thinking. I'll try one of those burgers then. It's getting a little unnerving looking at him, considering that his eyes physically can't close and he's always seeing, well, everything.
The monster grabs its head with one of its long arms and "nods." Then, it reaches its arms into the kitchen. Cue kitchen noises. About three minutes later, the arms come back out, holding a little pink-and-blue burger box.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Katethiir looms over the plasmoid, keeping out of sight of the candy dragon. They keep their scimitar at their side, and just cock their head slightly, staying quiet.
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.