A disheveled slightly aged human man with short and untidy blond and grey hair walks into the Yonstore, their white shirt wet from sweat and a mixture of red and black blood. In his hand is an obsidian dagger. He is panting heavily and mutters to himself, “Why did they choose my day off to invade?” He then collapses on the floor, still conscious, but physically and mentally tired.
A disheveled slightly aged human man with short and untidy blond and grey hair walks into the Yonstore, their white shirt wet from sweat and a mixture of red and black blood. In his hand is an obsidian dagger. He is panting heavily and mutters to himself, “Why did they choose my day off to invade?” He then collapses on the floor, still conscious, but physically and mentally tired.
A disheveled slightly aged human man with short and untidy blond and grey hair walks into the Yonstore, their white shirt wet from sweat and a mixture of red and black blood. In his hand is an obsidian dagger. He is panting heavily and mutters to himself, “Why did they choose my day off to invade?” He then collapses on the floor, still conscious, but physically and mentally tired.
'Oh, hey Scythe, is that you? Long time no see!'
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You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
A disheveled slightly aged human man with short and untidy blond and grey hair walks into the Yonstore, their white shirt wet from sweat and a mixture of red and black blood. In his hand is an obsidian dagger. He is panting heavily and mutters to himself, “Why did they choose my day off to invade?” He then collapses on the floor, still conscious, but physically and mentally tired.
'Oh, hey Scythe, is that you? Long time no see!'
“Hey Flint. How are the sewers?” He gets back up and walks over.
Flint reciprocates, wrapping his skinny arms around Oslo and nearly knocking him over
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
Oslo hugs back. "It's good to see you Flint, it really is."
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.
'It's amazing to see you! How has everything gone?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
*should I reintro my old character here?*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*you could!*
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
*ok, give me a sec*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
The Darkest Kitchen has been completed. The black building has several star spawn enjoying their meals inside while Sytosc works.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Flint goes into the Darkest Kitchen, looking around excited but nervous. It looks a bit eldritch...
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
“It’s all good, how’s everything with you?”
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 disheveled slightly aged human man with short and untidy blond and grey hair walks into the Yonstore, their white shirt wet from sweat and a mixture of red and black blood. In his hand is an obsidian dagger. He is panting heavily and mutters to himself, “Why did they choose my day off to invade?” He then collapses on the floor, still conscious, but physically and mentally tired.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
'Amazing! Me and Ash just celebrated out anniversary!'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
'Oh, hey Scythe, is that you? Long time no see!'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
Sytosc nods his head and slides on over. "What can I get for you?"
A sign by the door reads "Special orders always accepted (while supplies last)"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Hey Flint. How are the sewers?” He gets back up and walks over.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
'They are amazing and beautiful, as always!'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
'Mushroom noodle waffle? How much is that?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"Since this is your first order, I'll give it to you for half-off. One copper piece or one sidepence."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'One copper piece? How do you stay open?' Flint's jaw drops
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
Scythe coughs up a little bit of blood. “You mind helping me to the medicine aisle?”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
"Very loyal customers, home-grown ingredients, recycling paper and plastic, staying open 24/7... a ton of little things that ad right up."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels