A young man, on the cusp of 18 but not quite there yet, enters the loop. He has a bag slung over his shoulder, and is wearing a brown longsleeve sweater, a pair of jeans, a pair of boots, and a small locket around his neck. He has frosty blue eyes, black hair, and pale skin. He looks around the lawn for a moment, taking in the sights of the home
A boy that looks to be 17 peeks around a rock to look at him. He has black hair, green eyes, a brown overcoat with a white shirt underneath, brown pants, and black shoes.
After a moment, the boy spots them, waving slightly
A young man, on the cusp of 18 but not quite there yet, enters the loop. He has a bag slung over his shoulder, and is wearing a brown longsleeve sweater, a pair of jeans, a pair of boots, and a small locket around his neck. He has frosty blue eyes, black hair, and pale skin. He looks around the lawn for a moment, taking in the sights of the home
A boy that looks to be 17 peeks around a rock to look at him. He has black hair, green eyes, a brown overcoat with a white shirt underneath, brown pants, and black shoes.
After a moment, the boy spots them, waving slightly
A young man, no more then 19, walks besides the boy. He has the head of a weasel.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A young man, on the cusp of 18 but not quite there yet, enters the loop. He has a bag slung over his shoulder, and is wearing a brown longsleeve sweater, a pair of jeans, a pair of boots, and a small locket around his neck. He has frosty blue eyes, black hair, and pale skin. He looks around the lawn for a moment, taking in the sights of the home
A boy that looks to be 17 peeks around a rock to look at him. He has black hair, green eyes, a brown overcoat with a white shirt underneath, brown pants, and black shoes.
After a moment, the boy spots them, waving slightly
A young man, no more then 19, walks besides the boy. He has the head of a weasel.
A young man, on the cusp of 18 but not quite there yet, enters the loop. He has a bag slung over his shoulder, and is wearing a brown longsleeve sweater, a pair of jeans, a pair of boots, and a small locket around his neck. He has frosty blue eyes, black hair, and pale skin. He looks around the lawn for a moment, taking in the sights of the home
A boy that looks to be 17 peeks around a rock to look at him. He has black hair, green eyes, a brown overcoat with a white shirt underneath, brown pants, and black shoes.
After a moment, the boy spots them, waving slightly
A young man, no more then 19, walks besides the boy. He has the head of a weasel.
"Jesu- Uh, hello there." He says in a semi scottish accent
A young man, on the cusp of 18 but not quite there yet, enters the loop. He has a bag slung over his shoulder, and is wearing a brown longsleeve sweater, a pair of jeans, a pair of boots, and a small locket around his neck. He has frosty blue eyes, black hair, and pale skin. He looks around the lawn for a moment, taking in the sights of the home
A boy that looks to be 17 peeks around a rock to look at him. He has black hair, green eyes, a brown overcoat with a white shirt underneath, brown pants, and black shoes.
After a moment, the boy spots them, waving slightly
A young man, no more then 19, walks besides the boy. He has the head of a weasel.
The boy waves back hesitantly.
"Hey there," he says to them, having a slight scottish accent,
A young man, on the cusp of 18 but not quite there yet, enters the loop. He has a bag slung over his shoulder, and is wearing a brown longsleeve sweater, a pair of jeans, a pair of boots, and a small locket around his neck. He has frosty blue eyes, black hair, and pale skin. He looks around the lawn for a moment, taking in the sights of the home
A boy that looks to be 17 peeks around a rock to look at him. He has black hair, green eyes, a brown overcoat with a white shirt underneath, brown pants, and black shoes.
After a moment, the boy spots them, waving slightly
A young man, no more then 19, walks besides the boy. He has the head of a weasel.
The boy waves back hesitantly.
"Hey there," he says to them, having a slight scottish accent,
A young man, on the cusp of 18 but not quite there yet, enters the loop. He has a bag slung over his shoulder, and is wearing a brown longsleeve sweater, a pair of jeans, a pair of boots, and a small locket around his neck. He has frosty blue eyes, black hair, and pale skin. He looks around the lawn for a moment, taking in the sights of the home
A boy that looks to be 17 peeks around a rock to look at him. He has black hair, green eyes, a brown overcoat with a white shirt underneath, brown pants, and black shoes.
After a moment, the boy spots them, waving slightly
A young man, no more then 19, walks besides the boy. He has the head of a weasel.
The boy waves back hesitantly.
"Hey there," he says to them, having a slight scottish accent,
"H-hi... How'd you get through the loop?"
"Walked. Pretty easy," He says with a bit of non mean sarcasm, "I'm a peculiar,"
A young man, on the cusp of 18 but not quite there yet, enters the loop. He has a bag slung over his shoulder, and is wearing a brown longsleeve sweater, a pair of jeans, a pair of boots, and a small locket around his neck. He has frosty blue eyes, black hair, and pale skin. He looks around the lawn for a moment, taking in the sights of the home
A boy that looks to be 17 peeks around a rock to look at him. He has black hair, green eyes, a brown overcoat with a white shirt underneath, brown pants, and black shoes.
After a moment, the boy spots them, waving slightly
A young man, no more then 19, walks besides the boy. He has the head of a weasel.
The boy waves back hesitantly.
"Hey there," he says to them, having a slight scottish accent,
"H-hi... How'd you get through the loop?"
"Walked. Pretty easy," He says with a bit of non mean sarcasm, "I'm a peculiar,"
The boy sighs in relief. "Thats good. I thought you were one of them...."
A young man, on the cusp of 18 but not quite there yet, enters the loop. He has a bag slung over his shoulder, and is wearing a brown longsleeve sweater, a pair of jeans, a pair of boots, and a small locket around his neck. He has frosty blue eyes, black hair, and pale skin. He looks around the lawn for a moment, taking in the sights of the home
A boy that looks to be 17 peeks around a rock to look at him. He has black hair, green eyes, a brown overcoat with a white shirt underneath, brown pants, and black shoes.
After a moment, the boy spots them, waving slightly
A young man, no more then 19, walks besides the boy. He has the head of a weasel.
The boy waves back hesitantly.
"Hey there," he says to them, having a slight scottish accent,
"H-hi... How'd you get through the loop?"
"Walked. Pretty easy," He says with a bit of non mean sarcasm, "I'm a peculiar,"
The boy sighs in relief. "Thats good. I thought you were one of them...."
"One of th- Oh ya mean the hollows? Oh no, i'm not one of em."
A young man, on the cusp of 18 but not quite there yet, enters the loop. He has a bag slung over his shoulder, and is wearing a brown longsleeve sweater, a pair of jeans, a pair of boots, and a small locket around his neck. He has frosty blue eyes, black hair, and pale skin. He looks around the lawn for a moment, taking in the sights of the home
A boy that looks to be 17 peeks around a rock to look at him. He has black hair, green eyes, a brown overcoat with a white shirt underneath, brown pants, and black shoes.
After a moment, the boy spots them, waving slightly
A young man, no more then 19, walks besides the boy. He has the head of a weasel.
The boy waves back hesitantly.
"Hey there," he says to them, having a slight scottish accent,
"H-hi... How'd you get through the loop?"
"Walked. Pretty easy," He says with a bit of non mean sarcasm, "I'm a peculiar,"
The boy sighs in relief. "Thats good. I thought you were one of them...."
"One of th- Oh ya mean the hollows? Oh no, i'm not one of em."
A young man, on the cusp of 18 but not quite there yet, enters the loop. He has a bag slung over his shoulder, and is wearing a brown longsleeve sweater, a pair of jeans, a pair of boots, and a small locket around his neck. He has frosty blue eyes, black hair, and pale skin. He looks around the lawn for a moment, taking in the sights of the home
A boy that looks to be 17 peeks around a rock to look at him. He has black hair, green eyes, a brown overcoat with a white shirt underneath, brown pants, and black shoes.
After a moment, the boy spots them, waving slightly
A young man, no more then 19, walks besides the boy. He has the head of a weasel.
The boy waves back hesitantly.
"Hey there," he says to them, having a slight scottish accent,
"H-hi... How'd you get through the loop?"
"Walked. Pretty easy," He says with a bit of non mean sarcasm, "I'm a peculiar,"
The boy sighs in relief. "Thats good. I thought you were one of them...."
"One of th- Oh ya mean the hollows? Oh no, i'm not one of em."
A young man, on the cusp of 18 but not quite there yet, enters the loop. He has a bag slung over his shoulder, and is wearing a brown longsleeve sweater, a pair of jeans, a pair of boots, and a small locket around his neck. He has frosty blue eyes, black hair, and pale skin. He looks around the lawn for a moment, taking in the sights of the home
A boy that looks to be 17 peeks around a rock to look at him. He has black hair, green eyes, a brown overcoat with a white shirt underneath, brown pants, and black shoes.
After a moment, the boy spots them, waving slightly
A young man, no more then 19, walks besides the boy. He has the head of a weasel.
The boy waves back hesitantly.
"Hey there," he says to them, having a slight scottish accent,
"H-hi... How'd you get through the loop?"
"Walked. Pretty easy," He says with a bit of non mean sarcasm, "I'm a peculiar,"
The boy sighs in relief. "Thats good. I thought you were one of them...."
"One of th- Oh ya mean the hollows? Oh no, i'm not one of em."
A young man, on the cusp of 18 but not quite there yet, enters the loop. He has a bag slung over his shoulder, and is wearing a brown longsleeve sweater, a pair of jeans, a pair of boots, and a small locket around his neck. He has frosty blue eyes, black hair, and pale skin. He looks around the lawn for a moment, taking in the sights of the home
A boy that looks to be 17 peeks around a rock to look at him. He has black hair, green eyes, a brown overcoat with a white shirt underneath, brown pants, and black shoes.
After a moment, the boy spots them, waving slightly
A young man, no more then 19, walks besides the boy. He has the head of a weasel.
The boy waves back hesitantly.
"Hey there," he says to them, having a slight scottish accent,
"H-hi... How'd you get through the loop?"
"Walked. Pretty easy," He says with a bit of non mean sarcasm, "I'm a peculiar,"
The boy sighs in relief. "Thats good. I thought you were one of them...."
"One of th- Oh ya mean the hollows? Oh no, i'm not one of em."
The boys nods. "Who are you?"
"My names Rick. I'm transfering here in fact."
"Names Thomas, Tom for short. From where?"
"Um... our loop collapsed after some hollows found it. I don't think anyone was hurt, but we had to get transfered before we started aging. Wasn't enough time to reset it up i guess." He sighs
A young man, on the cusp of 18 but not quite there yet, enters the loop. He has a bag slung over his shoulder, and is wearing a brown longsleeve sweater, a pair of jeans, a pair of boots, and a small locket around his neck. He has frosty blue eyes, black hair, and pale skin. He looks around the lawn for a moment, taking in the sights of the home
A boy that looks to be 17 peeks around a rock to look at him. He has black hair, green eyes, a brown overcoat with a white shirt underneath, brown pants, and black shoes.
After a moment, the boy spots them, waving slightly
A young man, no more then 19, walks besides the boy. He has the head of a weasel.
The boy waves back hesitantly.
"Hey there," he says to them, having a slight scottish accent,
"H-hi... How'd you get through the loop?"
"Walked. Pretty easy," He says with a bit of non mean sarcasm, "I'm a peculiar,"
The boy sighs in relief. "Thats good. I thought you were one of them...."
"One of th- Oh ya mean the hollows? Oh no, i'm not one of em."
The boys nods. "Who are you?"
"My names Rick. I'm transfering here in fact."
"Names Thomas, Tom for short. From where?"
"Um... our loop collapsed after some hollows found it. I don't think anyone was hurt, but we had to get transfered before we started aging. Wasn't enough time to reset it up i guess." He sighs
A young man, on the cusp of 18 but not quite there yet, enters the loop. He has a bag slung over his shoulder, and is wearing a brown longsleeve sweater, a pair of jeans, a pair of boots, and a small locket around his neck. He has frosty blue eyes, black hair, and pale skin. He looks around the lawn for a moment, taking in the sights of the home
A boy that looks to be 17 peeks around a rock to look at him. He has black hair, green eyes, a brown overcoat with a white shirt underneath, brown pants, and black shoes.
After a moment, the boy spots them, waving slightly
A young man, no more then 19, walks besides the boy. He has the head of a weasel.
The boy waves back hesitantly.
"Hey there," he says to them, having a slight scottish accent,
"H-hi... How'd you get through the loop?"
"Walked. Pretty easy," He says with a bit of non mean sarcasm, "I'm a peculiar,"
The boy sighs in relief. "Thats good. I thought you were one of them...."
"One of th- Oh ya mean the hollows? Oh no, i'm not one of em."
The boys nods. "Who are you?"
"My names Rick. I'm transfering here in fact."
"Names Thomas, Tom for short. From where?"
"Um... our loop collapsed after some hollows found it. I don't think anyone was hurt, but we had to get transfered before we started aging. Wasn't enough time to reset it up i guess." He sighs
"Its alright. It happens."
"Yeah, could have been worse." He nods, looking around the grass, "Atleast theres an outside here aswell." He faintly smiles
A young man, on the cusp of 18 but not quite there yet, enters the loop. He has a bag slung over his shoulder, and is wearing a brown longsleeve sweater, a pair of jeans, a pair of boots, and a small locket around his neck. He has frosty blue eyes, black hair, and pale skin. He looks around the lawn for a moment, taking in the sights of the home
A boy that looks to be 17 peeks around a rock to look at him. He has black hair, green eyes, a brown overcoat with a white shirt underneath, brown pants, and black shoes.
After a moment, the boy spots them, waving slightly
A young man, no more then 19, walks besides the boy. He has the head of a weasel.
The boy waves back hesitantly.
"Hey there," he says to them, having a slight scottish accent,
"H-hi... How'd you get through the loop?"
"Walked. Pretty easy," He says with a bit of non mean sarcasm, "I'm a peculiar,"
The boy sighs in relief. "Thats good. I thought you were one of them...."
"One of th- Oh ya mean the hollows? Oh no, i'm not one of em."
The boys nods. "Who are you?"
"My names Rick. I'm transfering here in fact."
"Names Thomas, Tom for short. From where?"
"Um... our loop collapsed after some hollows found it. I don't think anyone was hurt, but we had to get transfered before we started aging. Wasn't enough time to reset it up i guess." He sighs
"Its alright. It happens."
"Yeah, could have been worse." He nods, looking around the grass, "Atleast theres an outside here aswell." He faintly smiles
Thomas smiles. "Cheer up man. Whats your peculiarity?"
A young man, on the cusp of 18 but not quite there yet, enters the loop. He has a bag slung over his shoulder, and is wearing a brown longsleeve sweater, a pair of jeans, a pair of boots, and a small locket around his neck. He has frosty blue eyes, black hair, and pale skin. He looks around the lawn for a moment, taking in the sights of the home
A boy that looks to be 17 peeks around a rock to look at him. He has black hair, green eyes, a brown overcoat with a white shirt underneath, brown pants, and black shoes.
After a moment, the boy spots them, waving slightly
A young man, no more then 19, walks besides the boy. He has the head of a weasel.
The boy waves back hesitantly.
"Hey there," he says to them, having a slight scottish accent,
"H-hi... How'd you get through the loop?"
"Walked. Pretty easy," He says with a bit of non mean sarcasm, "I'm a peculiar,"
The boy sighs in relief. "Thats good. I thought you were one of them...."
"One of th- Oh ya mean the hollows? Oh no, i'm not one of em."
The boys nods. "Who are you?"
"My names Rick. I'm transfering here in fact."
"Names Thomas, Tom for short. From where?"
"Um... our loop collapsed after some hollows found it. I don't think anyone was hurt, but we had to get transfered before we started aging. Wasn't enough time to reset it up i guess." He sighs
"Its alright. It happens."
"Yeah, could have been worse." He nods, looking around the grass, "Atleast theres an outside here aswell." He faintly smiles
Thomas smiles. "Cheer up man. Whats your peculiarity?"
"I can temporarily distort space around me to achieve a form of molecular reconstruction in a different space then when i started." he says, obviously joking with the explanation, "In other words, i can teleport short distances."
A young man, on the cusp of 18 but not quite there yet, enters the loop. He has a bag slung over his shoulder, and is wearing a brown longsleeve sweater, a pair of jeans, a pair of boots, and a small locket around his neck. He has frosty blue eyes, black hair, and pale skin. He looks around the lawn for a moment, taking in the sights of the home
A boy that looks to be 17 peeks around a rock to look at him. He has black hair, green eyes, a brown overcoat with a white shirt underneath, brown pants, and black shoes.
After a moment, the boy spots them, waving slightly
A young man, no more then 19, walks besides the boy. He has the head of a weasel.
The boy waves back hesitantly.
"Hey there," he says to them, having a slight scottish accent,
"H-hi... How'd you get through the loop?"
"Walked. Pretty easy," He says with a bit of non mean sarcasm, "I'm a peculiar,"
The boy sighs in relief. "Thats good. I thought you were one of them...."
"One of th- Oh ya mean the hollows? Oh no, i'm not one of em."
The boys nods. "Who are you?"
"My names Rick. I'm transfering here in fact."
"Names Thomas, Tom for short. From where?"
"Um... our loop collapsed after some hollows found it. I don't think anyone was hurt, but we had to get transfered before we started aging. Wasn't enough time to reset it up i guess." He sighs
"Its alright. It happens."
"Yeah, could have been worse." He nods, looking around the grass, "Atleast theres an outside here aswell." He faintly smiles
Thomas smiles. "Cheer up man. Whats your peculiarity?"
"I can temporarily distort space around me to achieve a form of molecular reconstruction in a different space then when i started." he says, obviously joking with the explanation, "In other words, i can teleport short distances."
A young man, on the cusp of 18 but not quite there yet, enters the loop. He has a bag slung over his shoulder, and is wearing a brown longsleeve sweater, a pair of jeans, a pair of boots, and a small locket around his neck. He has frosty blue eyes, black hair, and pale skin. He looks around the lawn for a moment, taking in the sights of the home
A boy that looks to be 17 peeks around a rock to look at him. He has black hair, green eyes, a brown overcoat with a white shirt underneath, brown pants, and black shoes.
After a moment, the boy spots them, waving slightly
A young man, no more then 19, walks besides the boy. He has the head of a weasel.
The boy waves back hesitantly.
"Hey there," he says to them, having a slight scottish accent,
"H-hi... How'd you get through the loop?"
"Walked. Pretty easy," He says with a bit of non mean sarcasm, "I'm a peculiar,"
The boy sighs in relief. "Thats good. I thought you were one of them...."
"One of th- Oh ya mean the hollows? Oh no, i'm not one of em."
The boys nods. "Who are you?"
"My names Rick. I'm transfering here in fact."
"Names Thomas, Tom for short. From where?"
"Um... our loop collapsed after some hollows found it. I don't think anyone was hurt, but we had to get transfered before we started aging. Wasn't enough time to reset it up i guess." He sighs
"Its alright. It happens."
"Yeah, could have been worse." He nods, looking around the grass, "Atleast theres an outside here aswell." He faintly smiles
Thomas smiles. "Cheer up man. Whats your peculiarity?"
"I can temporarily distort space around me to achieve a form of molecular reconstruction in a different space then when i started." he says, obviously joking with the explanation, "In other words, i can teleport short distances."
"Thats super cool!"
"Yeah, it certainly is. And super helpful, especially when the loop collapsed. I can't teleport long distances quite all that much, i'm better with stuff i can see. Windows are super helpful with this."
After a moment, the boy spots them, waving slightly
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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
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A young man, no more then 19, walks besides the boy. He has the head of a weasel.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The boy waves back hesitantly.
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"Jesu- Uh, hello there." He says in a semi scottish accent
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
"Hey there," he says to them, having a slight scottish accent,
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
"H-hi... How'd you get through the loop?"
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"Walked. Pretty easy," He says with a bit of non mean sarcasm, "I'm a peculiar,"
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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
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The boy sighs in relief. "Thats good. I thought you were one of them...."
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"One of th- Oh ya mean the hollows? Oh no, i'm not one of em."
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 boys nods. "Who are you?"
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"My names Rick. I'm transfering here in fact."
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
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"Names Thomas, Tom for short. From where?"
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
"Um... our loop collapsed after some hollows found it. I don't think anyone was hurt, but we had to get transfered before we started aging. Wasn't enough time to reset it up i guess." He sighs
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
*Hi, i'm back!*
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
"Its alright. It happens."
Join the Town of Agreal! ----> LINK
Check out my photography on Flickr. ----> LINK
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
"Yeah, could have been worse." He nods, looking around the grass, "Atleast theres an outside here aswell." He faintly smiles
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
Thomas smiles. "Cheer up man. Whats your peculiarity?"
Join the Town of Agreal! ----> LINK
Check out my photography on Flickr. ----> LINK
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
"I can temporarily distort space around me to achieve a form of molecular reconstruction in a different space then when i started." he says, obviously joking with the explanation, "In other words, i can teleport short distances."
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
"Thats super cool!"
Join the Town of Agreal! ----> LINK
Check out my photography on Flickr. ----> LINK
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
"Yeah, it certainly is. And super helpful, especially when the loop collapsed. I can't teleport long distances quite all that much, i'm better with stuff i can see. Windows are super helpful with this."
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