"Yep, that's it, alright! Now I should be able to-" A package is thrown over the walls of the Scrap Pile, and it lands with a soft thud on top of the garden tarp.
"Another delivery?" They go over to the package, opening it to reveal a piece of paper with a lot of writing on it.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
“That was No One. Is No One. Go away No One does not want to hurt. No Hurt!!!”
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"Come with me, and you'll be. in a world of pure imagination. Take a look, and you'll see, into your imagination. we'll begin, with a spin. traveling in a world of my creation. what we'll see will defy explanation!" ~Willy Wonka, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
their is no light without dark. no calm without storm. no heroes without villains. I, unfortunately am the dark. I am the storm. I. Am. The. Villain (not really considering I'm a forever player and never get the chance to DM)
The robot's eyes widen as they read the paper, which after a few minutes is folded up and put in their pocket.
"It's bad news, I'm afraid. Our benefactors over at Steelberg were just hit hard by the STORM. Grafted everywhere. Streets flooded with Effluvium. They're working on pushing the STORM back, but it's gonna be a long while before we get any more supply shipments. Which means if we can't find a good source of food and water... we're as good as dead out here."
They turn to Adonis. "How fast do ya think you can set up some solar panels? We're gonna need power for armaments and defenses if the STORM comes for us."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
The robot's eyes widen as they read the paper, which after a few minutes is folded up and put in their pocket.
"It's bad news, I'm afraid. Our benefactors over at Steelberg were just hit hard by the STORM. Grafted everywhere. Streets flooded with Effluvium. They're working on pushing the STORM back, but it's gonna be a long while before we get any more supply shipments. Which means if we can't find a good source of food and water... we're as good as dead out here."
They turn to Adonis. "How fast do ya think you can set up some solar panels? We're gonna need power for armaments and defenses if the STORM comes for us."
"Fast." He pulls out an intricate lead chalice and dumps out the red liquid inside. It slowly but steadily begins to coalesce and grow into a horrifying amalgamation of humanoid(?) bodies.
"We need to set up solar panels. Can you bring them over so I can put them up?" The creature nods in response. "Thank you, Wayne."
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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.
'I see. But, like what? An experiment or something. I know they like to do that, see just how far they can twist humans into little more than machines of pain.'
'I see. But, like what? An experiment or something. I know they like to do that, see just how far they can twist humans into little more than machines of pain.'
"He's a ghost, for want of a better term. A post-mortal animated by the psychic energy of the lost."
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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.
'Storm? Effluvium? Steelberg? I'm new to the area, come here from CS-1, what is all this stuff?'
"The STORM's a big ol'... well, storm. It's where all the bad stuff comes from, or so I heard. Hopefully, none of you will ever have to see it for yourselves."
The robot goes over to check the metal crate, opening it and examining its contents. "We've got about three days worth of food and water between the four of us. We're also gonna need more salvage for machinery."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Looking in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
'What in the name of Prisoner 1 was that?'
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"Yep, that's it, alright! Now I should be able to-" A package is thrown over the walls of the Scrap Pile, and it lands with a soft thud on top of the garden tarp.
"Another delivery?" They go over to the package, opening it to reveal a piece of paper with a lot of writing on it.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
'A delivery? What's this?'
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“That was No One. Is No One. Go away No One does not want to hurt. No Hurt!!!”
"Come with me, and you'll be. in a world of pure imagination. Take a look, and you'll see, into your imagination. we'll begin, with a spin. traveling in a world of my creation. what we'll see will defy explanation!" ~Willy Wonka, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
their is no light without dark. no calm without storm. no heroes without villains. I, unfortunately am the dark. I am the storm. I. Am. The. Villain (not really considering I'm a forever player and never get the chance to DM)
Extended Signature
'It's ok. I'm sorry for mentioning him. I won't hurt you. At least, I don't want to hurt you'
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Adonis turns to the robot. "Is there anything I can do to assist with the defenses of this construction?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The robot's eyes widen as they read the paper, which after a few minutes is folded up and put in their pocket.
"It's bad news, I'm afraid. Our benefactors over at Steelberg were just hit hard by the STORM. Grafted everywhere. Streets flooded with Effluvium. They're working on pushing the STORM back, but it's gonna be a long while before we get any more supply shipments. Which means if we can't find a good source of food and water... we're as good as dead out here."
They turn to Adonis. "How fast do ya think you can set up some solar panels? We're gonna need power for armaments and defenses if the STORM comes for us."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
'Storm? Effluvium? Steelberg? I'm new to the area, come here from CS-1, what is all this stuff?'
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"Fast." He pulls out an intricate lead chalice and dumps out the red liquid inside. It slowly but steadily begins to coalesce and grow into a horrifying amalgamation of humanoid(?) bodies.
"We need to set up solar panels. Can you bring them over so I can put them up?" The creature nods in response. "Thank you, Wayne."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
'What in the name of Prisoner One is that?'
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"Wayne."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
'I see. But, like what? An experiment or something. I know they like to do that, see just how far they can twist humans into little more than machines of pain.'
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"He's a ghost, for want of a better term. A post-mortal animated by the psychic energy of the lost."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
'I see. Is he in pain?'
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"Not really. He more... is pain. He's a good sport, but he needs to be comforted and cared for. He's like a kid."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"The STORM's a big ol'... well, storm. It's where all the bad stuff comes from, or so I heard. Hopefully, none of you will ever have to see it for yourselves."
The robot goes over to check the metal crate, opening it and examining its contents. "We've got about three days worth of food and water between the four of us. We're also gonna need more salvage for machinery."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
(This looks interesting)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
'Pain is... Well, I don't know. I've seen people like him back in CS-1 though'
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After a little while, the robot comes out of one of the RVs, banging a ladle on a pan. "Soup's on!"
They then bring out a large pot of 'soup', which seems to consist mostly of water and some kind of root vegetable.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Ben eats it up like it the best thing he has eaten in ages. 'It doesn't even taste like I had to kill it!'
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