'Sounds like a good business, in that layer. Sadly, I exist in the multiverse, but not usually in the Hells. A real shame, I reckon I'd like it there. Jim Cato, by the way'
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You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
'Sounds like a good business, in that layer. Sadly, I exist in the multiverse, but not usually in the Hells. A real shame, I reckon I'd like it there. Jim Cato, by the way'
A large, three-headed fiend, soaked and splattered with mud and gore walks in, wiping off his feet at the door. Two out of three heads are constantly snacking, while the middle seems to be the representative. He wears a butcher's apron with a variety of oversized knives (about normal-sized for the fiend) hanging from it. His middle head whistles a jaunty tune.
"Welcome to the Bad Name! Make yourself comfortable," Misty chimes from behind the counter.
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A thin man walks into the tavern. He wears a dark suit that shows wealth. His face is narrow, his features are sharp, and his eyes are dark. In fact, all of him is dark. His colors are all muted, he looks like he is standing in a dark shadow even when he is directly under a light. This man is tall and long limbed, all his features feel as if you took a normal man and then exaggerated his appearance. This man does not cast a shadow.
Following closely at his heels is another thin man. He looks remarkably similar to the first one, though the clothes he wears are much less fine. He also does not have the same strange shading or exaggerated features as the first one. The two men do look remarkably similar though, they could easily pass as brothers. This man does cast a shadow.
The two men walk up to the bar, "I would like to sign in." says the dark man in a dark voice.
"I'm mostly just looking for a job. Unsurprisingly, working in a Tormentium for 300+ years gets old. I love to cook, but cooking the same snakes and toads gets boring. I needed something new."
A large, three-headed fiend, soaked and splattered with mud and gore walks in, wiping off his feet at the door. Two out of three heads are constantly snacking, while the middle seems to be the representative. He wears a butcher's apron with a variety of oversized knives (about normal-sized for the fiend) hanging from it. His middle head whistles a jaunty tune.
"Welcome to the Bad Name! Make yourself comfortable," Misty chimes from behind the counter.
The creature seems happy. "Thank you! I was wondering if you have any jobs available."
A thin man walks into the tavern. He wears a dark suit that shows wealth. His face is narrow, his features are sharp, and his eyes are dark. In fact, all of him is dark. His colors are all muted, he looks like he is standing in a dark shadow even when he is directly under a light. This man is tall and long limbed, all his features feel as if you took a normal man and then exaggerated his appearance. This man does not cast a shadow.
Following closely at his heels is another thin man. He looks remarkably similar to the first one, though the clothes he wears are much less fine. He also does not have the same strange shading or exaggerated features as the first one. The two men do look remarkably similar though, they could easily pass as brothers. This man does cast a shadow.
The two men walk up to the bar, "I would like to sign in." says the dark man in a dark voice.
A thin man walks into the tavern. He wears a dark suit that shows wealth. His face is narrow, his features are sharp, and his eyes are dark. In fact, all of him is dark. His colors are all muted, he looks like he is standing in a dark shadow even when he is directly under a light. This man is tall and long limbed, all his features feel as if you took a normal man and then exaggerated his appearance. This man does not cast a shadow.
Following closely at his heels is another thin man. He looks remarkably similar to the first one, though the clothes he wears are much less fine. He also does not have the same strange shading or exaggerated features as the first one. The two men do look remarkably similar though, they could easily pass as brothers. This man does cast a shadow.
The two men walk up to the bar, "I would like to sign in." says the dark man in a dark voice.
'Hey! Welcome to the Bad Name Tavern!'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
'It tastes like green. Sort of... electrifying'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"Hello there! Wow, this place sure beats Hell."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'It does. Is that where you're from?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"Yeah. Third layer. My family runs a Tormentium there."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Sounds like a good business, in that layer. Sadly, I exist in the multiverse, but not usually in the Hells. A real shame, I reckon I'd like it there. Jim Cato, by the way'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"Cerius Behemoth, at your service."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Good name. What brings you here?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"Welcome to the Bad Name! Make yourself comfortable," Misty chimes from behind the counter.
"Electrifying? How so?"
A thin man walks into the tavern. He wears a dark suit that shows wealth. His face is narrow, his features are sharp, and his eyes are dark. In fact, all of him is dark. His colors are all muted, he looks like he is standing in a dark shadow even when he is directly under a light. This man is tall and long limbed, all his features feel as if you took a normal man and then exaggerated his appearance. This man does not cast a shadow.
Following closely at his heels is another thin man. He looks remarkably similar to the first one, though the clothes he wears are much less fine. He also does not have the same strange shading or exaggerated features as the first one. The two men do look remarkably similar though, they could easily pass as brothers. This man does cast a shadow.
The two men walk up to the bar, "I would like to sign in." says the dark man in a dark voice.
"I'm mostly just looking for a job. Unsurprisingly, working in a Tormentium for 300+ years gets old. I love to cook, but cooking the same snakes and toads gets boring. I needed something new."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'300+ years? Third layer of Hell? Do you have some obsession with the number three?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
The creature seems happy. "Thank you! I was wondering if you have any jobs available."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Cato says hi to the two thin men
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"It's typical for a being of my kind. You should see the guys on layer six. They have it pretty rough."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*The learned man and his shadow?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Layer 6? What happens there? I'm interested!'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
The first man extends his hand in greeting, "I am Victo Skyggen. How do you do?"
The second merely nods and looks around.
*You got it.*