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.
"Sign in for a room? Did you call ahead of time, or are you looking to get a room right now?"
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Darold the Mud Dauber says: _ _ it's still spooky season | )/ ) \\ |//,' it's always spooky season (")(_)---"()=--(\\ \)
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."
"Jobs? I'll have to talk to my co-owners, but I can for sure get you started. What are you looking to work in?"
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Darold the Mud Dauber says: _ _ it's still spooky season | )/ ) \\ |//,' it's always spooky season (")(_)---"()=--(\\ \)
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.
"Sign in for a room? Did you call ahead of time, or are you looking to get a room right now?"
"People are punished for heresy there. The thing is, the tormentors that live there have an obsession with the number six, so whenever they have a three-digit number, they have to self-flagellate for 'blasphemy.' The whole layer is dumb."
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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 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."
"Jobs? I'll have to talk to my co-owners, but I can for sure get you started. What are you looking to work in?"
"Food preparation and advertising are my specialties, but out of the two I prefer food prep."
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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.
'That sounds like heaven! Oh, did I blaspheme? Send. Me. There!'
"I lack the authority to do that. I'm just a torment demon, not a genuine higher power. Plus, my domain is gluttony, not heresy, so I couldn't send you there anyway."
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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 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.
"Sign in for a room? Did you call ahead of time, or are you looking to get a room right now?"
"Right now, if you please."
"Awesome. If you could fill out this form, we can arrange something." Misty pulls out a short form, which asks for the men's names, dates of birth, dates of death (if applicable), and a signature acknowledging their responsibility for any damage they caused to the rooms or the general building should something happen. "Have a preference for a room, or a floor? We have almost all rooms available on all floors, except for the 52nd floor and the basement. The second floor has a library and a lounge space, so that floor is also unavailable."
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Darold the Mud Dauber says: _ _ it's still spooky season | )/ ) \\ |//,' it's always spooky season (")(_)---"()=--(\\ \)
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."
"Jobs? I'll have to talk to my co-owners, but I can for sure get you started. What are you looking to work in?"
"Food preparation and advertising are my specialties, but out of the two I prefer food prep."
"We do need some help in the kitchen. Do you have any past experience in food prep?"
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Darold the Mud Dauber says: _ _ it's still spooky season | )/ ) \\ |//,' it's always spooky season (")(_)---"()=--(\\ \)
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."
"Jobs? I'll have to talk to my co-owners, but I can for sure get you started. What are you looking to work in?"
"Food preparation and advertising are my specialties, but out of the two I prefer food prep."
"We do need some help in the kitchen. Do you have any past experience in food prep?"
"Three hundred years worth, actually."
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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.
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"Sign in for a room? Did you call ahead of time, or are you looking to get a room right now?"
"Jobs? I'll have to talk to my co-owners, but I can for sure get you started. What are you looking to work in?"
"Right now, if you please."
"Splendid. I am looking forward to a little holiday here." says Victor.
'Same. Nice name, by the way. I have been called Victor in the past'
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"People are punished for heresy there. The thing is, the tormentors that live there have an obsession with the number six, so whenever they have a three-digit number, they have to self-flagellate for 'blasphemy.' The whole layer is dumb."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
'That sounds like heaven! Oh, did I blaspheme? Send. Me. There!'
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"Food preparation and advertising are my specialties, but out of the two I prefer food prep."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The front door swings open
"Really? And why is it that you are not called Victor in the present?"
'Because though it is a good name, the first two letters being what they are, Jim Cato is much more me'
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"I lack the authority to do that. I'm just a torment demon, not a genuine higher power. Plus, my domain is gluttony, not heresy, so I couldn't send you there anyway."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
'Shame. If only I was a mortal, maybe I would be going there. But I'd probably be sent somewhere deeper.'
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"Awesome. If you could fill out this form, we can arrange something." Misty pulls out a short form, which asks for the men's names, dates of birth, dates of death (if applicable), and a signature acknowledging their responsibility for any damage they caused to the rooms or the general building should something happen. "Have a preference for a room, or a floor? We have almost all rooms available on all floors, except for the 52nd floor and the basement. The second floor has a library and a lounge space, so that floor is also unavailable."
"We do need some help in the kitchen. Do you have any past experience in food prep?"
"Welcome to the Bad Name! Anything I can get started for ya?"
Standing in the doorway is a short goblin skin pitch black eyes crimson read in a very nasally squeaky voice he says whiskey in a room please
"Well, the only layers lower are Violence, Fraud, and Treachery. You seem like the heretical type, so I could set you up with my superiors."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Three hundred years worth, actually."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.