she picks up a hammer that has a built in flamethrower, that also has a detachable head that makes it able to be used as a flail
"Nice choice. Unpredictable and chaotic, the Burnhammer is a favorite of particularly sturdy individuals that have a fetish for collateral damage. I disabled the ability to light em' up while the head is detached, but that's an easy fix."
"I came here on a ship. I was hired as a bellman, ringing my bell to ward off evil. But the crew was scattered, not that it mattered, and so they all vanished, softly and suddenly. Never to be heard from again. I alone am left alive. The only one to survive. So I ring my bell to mourn their deaths and to prevent mine." He stops and holds his bell silently, "However, I can stop if it helps."
"I have been told that your dolls are vital for this place's survival. I have also been told that they may not be in good condition."
"Bah! The dolls are fine. The new ones have been acting odd, but that is the price of progress. Did my father send you?"
"In what ways are they acting odd?" He asks, ignoring the question.
"Acting of their own accord, being reluctant to leave their toys when called, hungry for affection. They're closer to real children, which I see as an improvement."
"Do you have any ideas why they are doing this?"
"I believe it is the quality of the materials. I usually buy the cheap meat, but I splurged for the freshest on my last order."
"And you do not believe that this may be dangerous?" Seymund asks.
"I came here on a ship. I was hired as a bellman, ringing my bell to ward off evil. But the crew was scattered, not that it mattered, and so they all vanished, softly and suddenly. Never to be heard from again. I alone am left alive. The only one to survive. So I ring my bell to mourn their deaths and to prevent mine." He stops and holds his bell silently, "However, I can stop if it helps."
"I have been told that your dolls are vital for this place's survival. I have also been told that they may not be in good condition."
"Bah! The dolls are fine. The new ones have been acting odd, but that is the price of progress. Did my father send you?"
"In what ways are they acting odd?" He asks, ignoring the question.
"Acting of their own accord, being reluctant to leave their toys when called, hungry for affection. They're closer to real children, which I see as an improvement."
"Do you have any ideas why they are doing this?"
"I believe it is the quality of the materials. I usually buy the cheap meat, but I splurged for the freshest on my last order."
"And you do not believe that this may be dangerous?" Seymund asks.
"If anything goes wrong, I take full responsibility and will fix anything that needs fixing. Danger is the cost of progress, and you have to be prepared for it."
she picks up a hammer that has a built in flamethrower, that also has a detachable head that makes it able to be used as a flail
"Nice choice. Unpredictable and chaotic, the Burnhammer is a favorite of particularly sturdy individuals that have a fetish for collateral damage. I disabled the ability to light em' up while the head is detached, but that's an easy fix."
"thanks. maybe adding an assault rifle into the handle's other end would make it even more effective."
"Automatic weapons aren't stable in the Nightmare. Semi-auto's the best I got."
"I came here on a ship. I was hired as a bellman, ringing my bell to ward off evil. But the crew was scattered, not that it mattered, and so they all vanished, softly and suddenly. Never to be heard from again. I alone am left alive. The only one to survive. So I ring my bell to mourn their deaths and to prevent mine." He stops and holds his bell silently, "However, I can stop if it helps."
"I have been told that your dolls are vital for this place's survival. I have also been told that they may not be in good condition."
"Bah! The dolls are fine. The new ones have been acting odd, but that is the price of progress. Did my father send you?"
"In what ways are they acting odd?" He asks, ignoring the question.
"Acting of their own accord, being reluctant to leave their toys when called, hungry for affection. They're closer to real children, which I see as an improvement."
"Do you have any ideas why they are doing this?"
"I believe it is the quality of the materials. I usually buy the cheap meat, but I splurged for the freshest on my last order."
"And you do not believe that this may be dangerous?" Seymund asks.
"If anything goes wrong, I take full responsibility and will fix anything that needs fixing. Danger is the cost of progress, and you have to be prepared for it."
"I came here on a ship. I was hired as a bellman, ringing my bell to ward off evil. But the crew was scattered, not that it mattered, and so they all vanished, softly and suddenly. Never to be heard from again. I alone am left alive. The only one to survive. So I ring my bell to mourn their deaths and to prevent mine." He stops and holds his bell silently, "However, I can stop if it helps."
"I have been told that your dolls are vital for this place's survival. I have also been told that they may not be in good condition."
"Bah! The dolls are fine. The new ones have been acting odd, but that is the price of progress. Did my father send you?"
"In what ways are they acting odd?" He asks, ignoring the question.
"Acting of their own accord, being reluctant to leave their toys when called, hungry for affection. They're closer to real children, which I see as an improvement."
"Do you have any ideas why they are doing this?"
"I believe it is the quality of the materials. I usually buy the cheap meat, but I splurged for the freshest on my last order."
"And you do not believe that this may be dangerous?" Seymund asks.
"If anything goes wrong, I take full responsibility and will fix anything that needs fixing. Danger is the cost of progress, and you have to be prepared for it."
He nods, "Good. Do you have a broom?"
"The dolls might have some. I let them clean up after me most of the time."
"I came here on a ship. I was hired as a bellman, ringing my bell to ward off evil. But the crew was scattered, not that it mattered, and so they all vanished, softly and suddenly. Never to be heard from again. I alone am left alive. The only one to survive. So I ring my bell to mourn their deaths and to prevent mine." He stops and holds his bell silently, "However, I can stop if it helps."
"I have been told that your dolls are vital for this place's survival. I have also been told that they may not be in good condition."
"Bah! The dolls are fine. The new ones have been acting odd, but that is the price of progress. Did my father send you?"
"In what ways are they acting odd?" He asks, ignoring the question.
"Acting of their own accord, being reluctant to leave their toys when called, hungry for affection. They're closer to real children, which I see as an improvement."
"Do you have any ideas why they are doing this?"
"I believe it is the quality of the materials. I usually buy the cheap meat, but I splurged for the freshest on my last order."
"And you do not believe that this may be dangerous?" Seymund asks.
"If anything goes wrong, I take full responsibility and will fix anything that needs fixing. Danger is the cost of progress, and you have to be prepared for it."
He nods, "Good. Do you have a broom?"
"The dolls might have some. I let them clean up after me most of the time."
"If you ever need my help, simply find a broom and sweep in a circle, leaving the dust pile in the center. Call my name, which is Dr. Arthur Seymund, three times and I will arrive shortly. Be careful though, a similar ritual will summon the specter of Death."
"I came here on a ship. I was hired as a bellman, ringing my bell to ward off evil. But the crew was scattered, not that it mattered, and so they all vanished, softly and suddenly. Never to be heard from again. I alone am left alive. The only one to survive. So I ring my bell to mourn their deaths and to prevent mine." He stops and holds his bell silently, "However, I can stop if it helps."
"I have been told that your dolls are vital for this place's survival. I have also been told that they may not be in good condition."
"Bah! The dolls are fine. The new ones have been acting odd, but that is the price of progress. Did my father send you?"
"In what ways are they acting odd?" He asks, ignoring the question.
"Acting of their own accord, being reluctant to leave their toys when called, hungry for affection. They're closer to real children, which I see as an improvement."
"Do you have any ideas why they are doing this?"
"I believe it is the quality of the materials. I usually buy the cheap meat, but I splurged for the freshest on my last order."
"And you do not believe that this may be dangerous?" Seymund asks.
"If anything goes wrong, I take full responsibility and will fix anything that needs fixing. Danger is the cost of progress, and you have to be prepared for it."
He nods, "Good. Do you have a broom?"
"The dolls might have some. I let them clean up after me most of the time."
"If you ever need my help, simply find a broom and sweep in a circle, leaving the dust pile in the center. Call my name, which is Dr. Arthur Seymund, three times and I will arrive shortly."
"Duly noted. Please leave me to my work. Progress waits for no man!"
You hear the ringing of a bell. It seems to be echoing from a well. A black gloved hand reaches out of the well and grabs the stone side. The black clad figure of a plague doctor hauls himself out and he rings his hand bell all the while. He steps out, completely dry, notices you, and heads in your direction.
*There aren't very many. This person seems to be more focused on trick weapons. However, plenty of the weapons have built-in revolver rifles.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
*Exactly! But now imagine that the handle also extends to make it into a halberd.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
"Nice choice. Unpredictable and chaotic, the Burnhammer is a favorite of particularly sturdy individuals that have a fetish for collateral damage. I disabled the ability to light em' up while the head is detached, but that's an easy fix."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
"And you do not believe that this may be dangerous?" Seymund asks.
"If anything goes wrong, I take full responsibility and will fix anything that needs fixing. Danger is the cost of progress, and you have to be prepared for it."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
"Automatic weapons aren't stable in the Nightmare. Semi-auto's the best I got."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
He nods, "Good. Do you have a broom?"
"The dolls might have some. I let them clean up after me most of the time."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
"If you ever need my help, simply find a broom and sweep in a circle, leaving the dust pile in the center. Call my name, which is Dr. Arthur Seymund, three times and I will arrive shortly. Be careful though, a similar ritual will summon the specter of Death."
"Duly noted. Please leave me to my work. Progress waits for no man!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
Seymund leaves the Doll Maker and wanders about the land.
*Good idea*
You hear the ringing of a bell. It seems to be echoing from a well. A black gloved hand reaches out of the well and grabs the stone side. The black clad figure of a plague doctor hauls himself out and he rings his hand bell all the while. He steps out, completely dry, notices you, and heads in your direction.