“Breakfast or brunch, whatever,” he tugs on his bushy beard, “Your business seems bountiful in brilliant culinary delights.”
"It, in fact, is! We'll cook just about anything for you! Just be warned, you might be too busy eating to order something different for your next serving!"
“Breakfast or brunch, whatever,” he tugs on his bushy beard, “Your business seems bountiful in brilliant culinary delights.”
"It, in fact, is! We'll cook just about anything for you! Just be warned, you might be too busy eating to order something different for your next serving!"
He pats his belly, “I will be buffeting here for sure. Now, what beverages do you have?”
“Breakfast or brunch, whatever,” he tugs on his bushy beard, “Your business seems bountiful in brilliant culinary delights.”
"It, in fact, is! We'll cook just about anything for you! Just be warned, you might be too busy eating to order something different for your next serving!"
He pats his belly, “I will be buffeting here for sure. Now, what beverages do you have?”
"Everything but high-proof alcohol. We have wine, soft drinks, water, tea of many different kinds... all sorts of stuff."
From the idea of monsters and stories parents tell to control their children, fear is born. It lurks in the back of everyone's mind, writhing and poisoning thoughts. The fear of death, the fear of abandonment, the fear of monsters, the fear of destruction, of bodily harm, of every little thing that causes panic. A thing lurks in those thoughts, the thoughts that birthed it. It, though, is a she. The Goddess of Fear.
Her name is Ino, and she lives in the back of minds. She grasps on to the brain to ruin it with crippling fear.
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
Out in the wastes, the ground cracks. Steam and black-and-red smoke burst from the barren soil. Tall metal spires force themselves out of the earth, pumping out more demonic smog.
Eventually, they seem to stop... briefly. The ground begins to rend and churn around it as a gargantuan building is pulled up to the surface... my god... it's a... a...
family restaurant? A chubby wolverine mascot walks out of the building, smoking a long pipe and observing the surroundings as strange crops grow from the ground around the eatery. More creatures, horrible, malformed things wearing aprons and masks, head out and begin to harvest the crops. As they bring the food in and begin to prepare it, the smokestacks begin to produce more.
The smoke from the spires and pipe blows on the wind toward the Oasis, ember-like coupons flitting around in the smog, luring humans to the demonic lair. The smoke itself doesn't seem to be harmful, and in fact, causes plants to grow healthier where it blows.
“Breakfast or brunch, whatever,” he tugs on his bushy beard, “Your business seems bountiful in brilliant culinary delights.”
"It, in fact, is! We'll cook just about anything for you! Just be warned, you might be too busy eating to order something different for your next serving!"
He pats his belly, “I will be buffeting here for sure. Now, what beverages do you have?”
"Everything but high-proof alcohol. We have wine, soft drinks, water, tea of many different kinds... all sorts of stuff."
“Hm, I prefer beer, but most bottled beverages with bubbles are fine.” He thinks, “Any boba?”
“Breakfast or brunch, whatever,” he tugs on his bushy beard, “Your business seems bountiful in brilliant culinary delights.”
"It, in fact, is! We'll cook just about anything for you! Just be warned, you might be too busy eating to order something different for your next serving!"
He pats his belly, “I will be buffeting here for sure. Now, what beverages do you have?”
"Everything but high-proof alcohol. We have wine, soft drinks, water, tea of many different kinds... all sorts of stuff."
“Hm, I prefer beer, but most bottled beverages with bubbles are fine.” He thinks, “Any boba?”
Out in the wastes, the ground cracks. Steam and black-and-red smoke burst from the barren soil. Tall metal spires force themselves out of the earth, pumping out more demonic smog.
Eventually, they seem to stop... briefly. The ground begins to rend and churn around it as a gargantuan building is pulled up to the surface... my god... it's a... a...
family restaurant? A chubby wolverine mascot walks out of the building, smoking a long pipe and observing the surroundings as strange crops grow from the ground around the eatery. More creatures, horrible, malformed things wearing aprons and masks, head out and begin to harvest the crops. As they bring the food in and begin to prepare it, the smokestacks begin to produce more.
The smoke from the spires and pipe blows on the wind toward the Oasis, ember-like coupons flitting around in the smog, luring humans to the demonic lair. The smoke itself doesn't seem to be harmful, and in fact, causes plants to grow healthier where it blows.
*For Wendigo*
A shadowy being slips through the cracks of the door into the shop. It slithers up the Chubby Wolverine and into its ear.
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
A shadowy being slips through the cracks of the door into the shop. It slithers up the Chubby Wolverine and into its ear.
There is nothing inside, just stuffing and fabric animated by demonic energies.
"Mn..." It says telepathically. "The use of energies to bring forth more..."
Various demons wearing cute wolverine masks and aprons start to approach the mascot, sensing something wrong with it.
"Oh dear...." She says and slipped inside, trying to hide from them.
They look to each other, as if looking for confirmation that something was wrong. Seemingly reaffirmed, they pick up the mascot and begin to bring it downstairs.
A shadowy being slips through the cracks of the door into the shop. It slithers up the Chubby Wolverine and into its ear.
There is nothing inside, just stuffing and fabric animated by demonic energies.
"Mn..." It says telepathically. "The use of energies to bring forth more..."
Various demons wearing cute wolverine masks and aprons start to approach the mascot, sensing something wrong with it.
"Oh dear...." She says and slipped inside, trying to hide from them.
They look to each other, as if looking for confirmation that something was wrong. Seemingly reaffirmed, they pick up the mascot and begin to bring it downstairs.
She slips into one of the workers ears slowly "YOUR FRIENDS ARE PLANNING TO KILL YOU THEN EAT YOU..." then slips out.
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
A shadowy being slips through the cracks of the door into the shop. It slithers up the Chubby Wolverine and into its ear.
There is nothing inside, just stuffing and fabric animated by demonic energies.
"Mn..." It says telepathically. "The use of energies to bring forth more..."
Various demons wearing cute wolverine masks and aprons start to approach the mascot, sensing something wrong with it.
"Oh dear...." She says and slipped inside, trying to hide from them.
They look to each other, as if looking for confirmation that something was wrong. Seemingly reaffirmed, they pick up the mascot and begin to bring it downstairs.
She slips into one of the workers ears slowly "YOUR FRIENDS ARE PLANNING TO KILL YOU THEN EAT YOU..." then slips out.
That worker begins to panic, shoving one of the others and running away. The others stare for a couple of seconds, then keep carrying the mascot through the nightmarish bowels of the facility. This isn't just some oversized family eatery. This is some sort of gigantic machine, stretching deep into the earth.
Here, the demonic entities shuffle back and forth through enormous kitchens, livestock pens and abattoirs, preparing copious amounts of meat and unnatural plants.
“Breakfast or brunch, whatever,” he tugs on his bushy beard, “Your business seems bountiful in brilliant culinary delights.”
"It, in fact, is! We'll cook just about anything for you! Just be warned, you might be too busy eating to order something different for your next serving!"
He pats his belly, “I will be buffeting here for sure. Now, what beverages do you have?”
"Everything but high-proof alcohol. We have wine, soft drinks, water, tea of many different kinds... all sorts of stuff."
“Hm, I prefer beer, but most bottled beverages with bubbles are fine.” He thinks, “Any boba?”
"Yes. What flavor would you like?"
"Blueberry Boba with tapicoa balls, and a bowl of boiled broccoli with a side of baked beans would be best." He orders.
A shadowy being slips through the cracks of the door into the shop. It slithers up the Chubby Wolverine and into its ear.
There is nothing inside, just stuffing and fabric animated by demonic energies.
"Mn..." It says telepathically. "The use of energies to bring forth more..."
Various demons wearing cute wolverine masks and aprons start to approach the mascot, sensing something wrong with it.
"Oh dear...." She says and slipped inside, trying to hide from them.
They look to each other, as if looking for confirmation that something was wrong. Seemingly reaffirmed, they pick up the mascot and begin to bring it downstairs.
She slips into one of the workers ears slowly "YOUR FRIENDS ARE PLANNING TO KILL YOU THEN EAT YOU..." then slips out.
That worker begins to panic, shoving one of the others and running away. The others stare for a couple of seconds, then keep carrying the mascot through the nightmarish bowels of the facility. This isn't just some oversized family eatery. This is some sort of gigantic machine, stretching deep into the earth.
Here, the demonic entities shuffle back and forth through enormous kitchens, livestock pens and abattoirs, preparing copious amounts of meat and unnatural plants.
Ino giggles and slithers into the ear of another "DONT YOU NOTICE HOW THEY LOOK AT YOU. THEY ARE GOING TO LEAVE IN A DUMPSTER SOMEWHERE, NEVER TO BE FOUND..."
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
Ino giggles and slithers into the ear of another "DONT YOU NOTICE HOW THEY LOOK AT YOU. THEY ARE GOING TO LEAVE IN A DUMPSTER SOMEWHERE, NEVER TO BE FOUND..."
That one curls up into a ball and begins to cry right on the stairs.
Heavy footsteps echo through the halls as demons scramble to get out of the way. "Is that a god I smell? In my family kitchen?" comes a deep, calm voice.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
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"It, in fact, is! We'll cook just about anything for you! Just be warned, you might be too busy eating to order something different for your next serving!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
*Spoooooomky!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
He pats his belly, “I will be buffeting here for sure. Now, what beverages do you have?”
"Everything but high-proof alcohol. We have wine, soft drinks, water, tea of many different kinds... all sorts of stuff."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
From the idea of monsters and stories parents tell to control their children, fear is born. It lurks in the back of everyone's mind, writhing and poisoning thoughts. The fear of death, the fear of abandonment, the fear of monsters, the fear of destruction, of bodily harm, of every little thing that causes panic. A thing lurks in those thoughts, the thoughts that birthed it. It, though, is a she. The Goddess of Fear.
Her name is Ino, and she lives in the back of minds. She grasps on to the brain to ruin it with crippling fear.
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*For Wendigo*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
“Hm, I prefer beer, but most bottled beverages with bubbles are fine.” He thinks, “Any boba?”
"Yes. What flavor would you like?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
A shadowy being slips through the cracks of the door into the shop. It slithers up the Chubby Wolverine and into its ear.
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
There is nothing inside, just stuffing and fabric animated by demonic energies.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
"Mn..." It says telepathically. "The use of energies to bring forth more..."
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Various demons wearing cute wolverine masks and aprons start to approach the mascot, sensing something wrong with it.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
"Oh dear...." She says and slipped inside, trying to hide from them.
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
They look to each other, as if looking for confirmation that something was wrong. Seemingly reaffirmed, they pick up the mascot and begin to bring it downstairs.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
She slips into one of the workers ears slowly "YOUR FRIENDS ARE PLANNING TO KILL YOU THEN EAT YOU..." then slips out.
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
That worker begins to panic, shoving one of the others and running away. The others stare for a couple of seconds, then keep carrying the mascot through the nightmarish bowels of the facility. This isn't just some oversized family eatery. This is some sort of gigantic machine, stretching deep into the earth.
Here, the demonic entities shuffle back and forth through enormous kitchens, livestock pens and abattoirs, preparing copious amounts of meat and unnatural plants.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
"Blueberry Boba with tapicoa balls, and a bowl of boiled broccoli with a side of baked beans would be best." He orders.
Ino giggles and slithers into the ear of another "DONT YOU NOTICE HOW THEY LOOK AT YOU. THEY ARE GOING TO LEAVE IN A DUMPSTER SOMEWHERE, NEVER TO BE FOUND..."
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"On it."
The food is slid onto the table before the mascot even finishes speaking.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
That one curls up into a ball and begins to cry right on the stairs.
Heavy footsteps echo through the halls as demons scramble to get out of the way. "Is that a god I smell? In my family kitchen?" comes a deep, calm voice.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine