The pryomaniac notices the man quickly, and suddenly the flames on her body go out, and she calls out.
"Who's that?" Her voice is muted and distorted by the mask on her face.
"My name is Hans. Hans Bjornsen. Who are you?"
"Well! I'm the SUPER SCORCHER!! FEAR ME, HANS!" She creates a fireball with her hands, and dropkicks it into a carousel, blowing the ride up partially.
Her voice sounds like that of a teenage girl with a slight Portuguese accent.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
The pryomaniac notices the man quickly, and suddenly the flames on her body go out, and she calls out.
"Who's that?" Her voice is muted and distorted by the mask on her face.
"My name is Hans. Hans Bjornsen. Who are you?"
"Well! I'm the SUPER SCORCHER!! FEAR ME, HANS!" She creates a fireball with her hands, and dropkicks it into a carousel, blowing the ride up partially.
Her voice sounds like that of a teenage girl with a slight Portuguese accent.
"You do not cause me fear. I, too, utilize fire, though perhaps in a different capacity."
"Anyway, that is not what's important right now. Right now, I want you to tell me where the monsters are."
Hans has a thick Scandinavian accent, but it's hard to pinpoint where exactly he might be from.
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Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
The pryomaniac notices the man quickly, and suddenly the flames on her body go out, and she calls out.
"Who's that?" Her voice is muted and distorted by the mask on her face.
"My name is Hans. Hans Bjornsen. Who are you?"
"Well! I'm the SUPER SCORCHER!! FEAR ME, HANS!" She creates a fireball with her hands, and dropkicks it into a carousel, blowing the ride up partially.
Her voice sounds like that of a teenage girl with a slight Portuguese accent.
"You do not cause me fear. I, too, utilize fire, though perhaps in a different capacity."
"Anyway, that is not what's important right now. Right now, I want you to tell me where the monsters are."
Hans has a thick Scandinavian accent, but it's hard to pinpoint where exactly he might be from.
She pauses. "Uh. I dunno, just got here myself and haven't seen anything, so looks like you're not in luck!"
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
In the murky gloom of the theme park, illuminated only by a flickering streetlight, a gnome sits and weeps. The tears carved furrows down his greasy face, disappearing into the stony ground with hardly a trace. His hair is a tangled mess, held up by a pair of oversized goggles. Beside the gnome is a mechanical songbird, one wing torn off.
In the murky gloom of the theme park, illuminated only by a flickering streetlight, a gnome sits and weeps. The tears carved furrows down his greasy face, disappearing into the stony ground with hardly a trace. His hair is a tangled mess, held up by a pair of oversized goggles. Beside the gnome is a mechanical songbird, one wing torn off.
There is a creak as an animatronic can suddenly be seen across the street. Its body is broken and battered, much of its costume torn to shreds.
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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.
In the murky gloom of the theme park, illuminated only by a flickering streetlight, a gnome sits and weeps. The tears carved furrows down his greasy face, disappearing into the stony ground with hardly a trace. His hair is a tangled mess, held up by a pair of oversized goggles. Beside the gnome is a mechanical songbird, one wing torn off.
There is a creak as an animatronic can suddenly be seen across the street. Its body is broken and battered, much of its costume torn to shreds.
The gnome, fully entrenched in his sorrow, doesn't notice.
In the murky gloom of the theme park, illuminated only by a flickering streetlight, a gnome sits and weeps. The tears carved furrows down his greasy face, disappearing into the stony ground with hardly a trace. His hair is a tangled mess, held up by a pair of oversized goggles. Beside the gnome is a mechanical songbird, one wing torn off.
There is a creak as an animatronic can suddenly be seen across the street. Its body is broken and battered, much of its costume torn to shreds.
The gnome, fully entrenched in his sorrow, doesn't notice.
The machine slowly makes its way toward the gnome, dripping blood and lubricant as it shuffles into the light. It carries a branded fanny pack filled with various tools and mechanical bits. The blue lights from its eyes illuminate the area, but not much better than the street lamp does.
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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.
In the murky gloom of the theme park, illuminated only by a flickering streetlight, a gnome sits and weeps. The tears carved furrows down his greasy face, disappearing into the stony ground with hardly a trace. His hair is a tangled mess, held up by a pair of oversized goggles. Beside the gnome is a mechanical songbird, one wing torn off.
There is a creak as an animatronic can suddenly be seen across the street. Its body is broken and battered, much of its costume torn to shreds.
The gnome, fully entrenched in his sorrow, doesn't notice.
The machine slowly makes its way toward the gnome, dripping blood and lubricant as it shuffles into the light. It carries a branded fanny pack filled with various tools and mechanical bits. The blue lights from its eyes illuminate the area, but not much better than the street lamp does.
"Gone . . . all gone . . ."
The gnome hears the animatronic and glances up. His eyes and lips are stained with the deepest black. He opens his mouth and screams, and his voice sounds much older than his appearance would suggest. "Leave . . . us . . . alone!"
In the murky gloom of the theme park, illuminated only by a flickering streetlight, a gnome sits and weeps. The tears carved furrows down his greasy face, disappearing into the stony ground with hardly a trace. His hair is a tangled mess, held up by a pair of oversized goggles. Beside the gnome is a mechanical songbird, one wing torn off.
There is a creak as an animatronic can suddenly be seen across the street. Its body is broken and battered, much of its costume torn to shreds.
The gnome, fully entrenched in his sorrow, doesn't notice.
The machine slowly makes its way toward the gnome, dripping blood and lubricant as it shuffles into the light. It carries a branded fanny pack filled with various tools and mechanical bits. The blue lights from its eyes illuminate the area, but not much better than the street lamp does.
"Gone . . . all gone . . ."
The gnome hears the animatronic and glances up. His eyes and lips are stained with the deepest black. He opens his mouth and screams, and his voice sounds much older than his appearance would suggest. "Leave . . . us . . . alone!"
It doesn't move. It slowly reaches into the bag and pulls out a toy made of mechanical scraps.
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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.
The gnome jerks away from the animatronic. He clutches the bird and holds it close.
The animatronic's claws start shaking as it drops the toy to the ground. It starts grabbing fistfuls of makeshift toys from the bag and shoving them in the gnome's face, as if desperate for him to take 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.
The gnome stands, cradling the bird. He tries to run, kicking at the animatronic desperately.
It falls forward, desperately trying to grab the gnome. Its head twists and bursts open, revealing massive, dripping mechanical jaws, snapping and grinding. Bits of teddy bears and humanoid remains can be seen impaled on the teeth.
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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.
The gnomes roars in anger. He doesn’t seem so little anymore. From his eyes emerge angry black tendrils that reach for the machine, trying to bludgeon it into submission.
The gnomes roars in anger. He doesn’t seem so little anymore. From his eyes emerge angry black tendrils that reach for the machine, trying to bludgeon it into submission.
*I can roll to grapple if you’d like.*
The battered automaton relentlessly grabs at the gnome, its long limbs being thrown around as if they were nothing. The jaws snap down hard on one of the tentacles as the other(s) crush one of the arms into a mangled piece of scrap.
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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.
The gnomes roars in anger. He doesn’t seem so little anymore. From his eyes emerge angry black tendrils that reach for the machine, trying to bludgeon it into submission.
*I can roll to grapple if you’d like.*
The battered automaton relentlessly grabs at the gnome, its long limbs being thrown around as if they were nothing. The jaws snap down hard on one of the tentacles as the other(s) crush one of the arms into a mangled piece of scrap.
The gnome shrieks in agony. He curls into a fetal position and covers his head protectively.
The gnomes roars in anger. He doesn’t seem so little anymore. From his eyes emerge angry black tendrils that reach for the machine, trying to bludgeon it into submission.
*I can roll to grapple if you’d like.*
The battered automaton relentlessly grabs at the gnome, its long limbs being thrown around as if they were nothing. The jaws snap down hard on one of the tentacles as the other(s) crush one of the arms into a mangled piece of scrap.
The gnome shrieks in agony. He curls into a fetal position and covers his head protectively.
The machine is barely functional. It scrapes across the ground with its one functional arm pulling it along, attempting to get close enough to bite the gnome. Even the jaws seem to be just holding on.
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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.
The gnomes roars in anger. He doesn’t seem so little anymore. From his eyes emerge angry black tendrils that reach for the machine, trying to bludgeon it into submission.
*I can roll to grapple if you’d like.*
The battered automaton relentlessly grabs at the gnome, its long limbs being thrown around as if they were nothing. The jaws snap down hard on one of the tentacles as the other(s) crush one of the arms into a mangled piece of scrap.
The gnome shrieks in agony. He curls into a fetal position and covers his head protectively.
The machine is barely functional. It scrapes across the ground with its one functional arm pulling it along, attempting to get close enough to bite the gnome. Even the jaws seem to be just holding on.
The gnome reaches into his pocket and produces a smoke bomb. He lobs it at the automaton.
The gnomes roars in anger. He doesn’t seem so little anymore. From his eyes emerge angry black tendrils that reach for the machine, trying to bludgeon it into submission.
*I can roll to grapple if you’d like.*
The battered automaton relentlessly grabs at the gnome, its long limbs being thrown around as if they were nothing. The jaws snap down hard on one of the tentacles as the other(s) crush one of the arms into a mangled piece of scrap.
The gnome shrieks in agony. He curls into a fetal position and covers his head protectively.
The machine is barely functional. It scrapes across the ground with its one functional arm pulling it along, attempting to get close enough to bite the gnome. Even the jaws seem to be just holding on.
The gnome reaches into his pocket and produces a smoke bomb. He lobs it at the automaton.
It snaps down on the bomb before smoke begins to pour out of its body. It thrashes and jerks wildly before finally stopping, even the small blast of the smoke bomb being enough to destroy its remaining systems.
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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.
"Well! I'm the SUPER SCORCHER!! FEAR ME, HANS!" She creates a fireball with her hands, and dropkicks it into a carousel, blowing the ride up partially.
Her voice sounds like that of a teenage girl with a slight Portuguese accent.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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"You do not cause me fear. I, too, utilize fire, though perhaps in a different capacity."
"Anyway, that is not what's important right now. Right now, I want you to tell me where the monsters are."
Hans has a thick Scandinavian accent, but it's hard to pinpoint where exactly he might be from.
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
She pauses. "Uh. I dunno, just got here myself and haven't seen anything, so looks like you're not in luck!"
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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In the murky gloom of the theme park, illuminated only by a flickering streetlight, a gnome sits and weeps. The tears carved furrows down his greasy face, disappearing into the stony ground with hardly a trace. His hair is a tangled mess, held up by a pair of oversized goggles. Beside the gnome is a mechanical songbird, one wing torn off.
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
There is a creak as an animatronic can suddenly be seen across the street. Its body is broken and battered, much of its costume torn to shreds.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The gnome, fully entrenched in his sorrow, doesn't notice.
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
The machine slowly makes its way toward the gnome, dripping blood and lubricant as it shuffles into the light. It carries a branded fanny pack filled with various tools and mechanical bits. The blue lights from its eyes illuminate the area, but not much better than the street lamp does.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Gone . . . all gone . . ."
The gnome hears the animatronic and glances up. His eyes and lips are stained with the deepest black. He opens his mouth and screams, and his voice sounds much older than his appearance would suggest. "Leave . . . us . . . alone!"
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
It doesn't move. It slowly reaches into the bag and pulls out a toy made of mechanical scraps.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The gnome jerks away from the animatronic. He clutches the bird and holds it close.
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
The animatronic's claws start shaking as it drops the toy to the ground. It starts grabbing fistfuls of makeshift toys from the bag and shoving them in the gnome's face, as if desperate for him to take them.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The gnome stands, cradling the bird. He tries to run, kicking at the animatronic desperately.
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
It falls forward, desperately trying to grab the gnome. Its head twists and bursts open, revealing massive, dripping mechanical jaws, snapping and grinding. Bits of teddy bears and humanoid remains can be seen impaled on the teeth.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The gnomes roars in anger. He doesn’t seem so little anymore. From his eyes emerge angry black tendrils that reach for the machine, trying to bludgeon it into submission.
*I can roll to grapple if you’d like.*
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
The battered automaton relentlessly grabs at the gnome, its long limbs being thrown around as if they were nothing. The jaws snap down hard on one of the tentacles as the other(s) crush one of the arms into a mangled piece of scrap.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The gnome shrieks in agony. He curls into a fetal position and covers his head protectively.
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
The machine is barely functional. It scrapes across the ground with its one functional arm pulling it along, attempting to get close enough to bite the gnome. Even the jaws seem to be just holding on.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The gnome reaches into his pocket and produces a smoke bomb. He lobs it at the automaton.
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
It snaps down on the bomb before smoke begins to pour out of its body. It thrashes and jerks wildly before finally stopping, even the small blast of the smoke bomb being enough to destroy its remaining systems.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The gnome breathes a sigh of relief. He approaches the broken machine cautiously.
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis