"oh no. I'm not gonna end up looking like one of those bugs, am I?"
He gives a light, nervous chuckle. "No, but you won't look like yourself anymore. You'll be in a... previously-owned body. The ritual repairs said body and rejuvenates it, but it still won't look like you."
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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 clearing in the woods can be seen. An old man dressed in a worn soldier's uniform sits with slumped shoulders. He seems to be playing solitaire.
A few yards away from him is a crooked old tree barren of any sign of life. Hanging from its branches is a nosebag that shakes and shudders wildly as if something was trapped inside it and desperately trying to escape.
*A Humanoid otter dressed in 1920's clothing and a shimmering purple tie comes in through apparently nowhere*
Well this sure ain't St Louis and It isn't the Merp Pocket dimension either! It appears as if I'm caught behind the 8 ball! Well if anybody tells we where and when this is before I've gotta flip my buzzer or crack out some Chicago lightning, then that'll be just peachy. Now I'm gonna dip the bill but this ain't done.
*buys a drink*
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
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He gives a light, nervous chuckle. "No, but you won't look like yourself anymore. You'll be in a... previously-owned body. The ritual repairs said body and rejuvenates it, but it still won't look like you."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I don't know what that means, but you should have some resemblance to your former self due to the ritual."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"We could actually do it right now. I have the materials needed."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Wherever you want. Any tavern, any place. Graveyards and mortuaries would be a nice touch, and this tavern is in fact connected to City of Balezot.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Be my guest.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A clearing in the woods can be seen. An old man dressed in a worn soldier's uniform sits with slumped shoulders. He seems to be playing solitaire.
A few yards away from him is a crooked old tree barren of any sign of life. Hanging from its branches is a nosebag that shakes and shudders wildly as if something was trapped inside it and desperately trying to escape.
*A Humanoid otter dressed in 1920's clothing and a shimmering purple tie comes in through apparently nowhere*
Well this sure ain't St Louis and It isn't the Merp Pocket dimension either! It appears as if I'm caught behind the 8 ball! Well if anybody tells we where and when this is before I've gotta flip my buzzer or crack out some Chicago lightning, then that'll be just peachy. Now I'm gonna dip the bill but this ain't done.
*buys a drink*
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose