Mr. Black has laid out a tarp on the forest floor and is butchering a gigantic crab with exceedingly long legs. It has tentacles around its mouth, which are promptly dropped into pickling solution, and large, strange, powerful-looking claws.
The servant is about 10 minutes away from Mr. Black, having just made a purchase. He is eating from a large platter of small, fried animals in a heap. They look like something between pigs, dogs, and squids.
Mr. Black has laid out a tarp on the forest floor and is butchering a gigantic crab with exceedingly long legs. It has tentacles around its mouth, which are promptly dropped into pickling solution, and large, strange, powerful-looking claws.
The servant is about 10 minutes away from Mr. Black, having just made a purchase. He is eating from a large platter of small, fried animals in a heap. They look like something between pigs, dogs, and squids.
A hairy, lanky giant smoking a cigar looks out from the branches of a tree. “Seafood? Don’t see much of that in the forest.”
Mr. Black has laid out a tarp on the forest floor and is butchering a gigantic crab with exceedingly long legs. It has tentacles around its mouth, which are promptly dropped into pickling solution, and large, strange, powerful-looking claws.
A hairy, lanky giant smoking a cigar looks out from the branches of a tree. “Seafood? Don’t see much of that in the forest.”
Mr. Black shrugs a bit, not looking up. "These are Festus crabs. Their shells prevent them from spoiling until they are cracked open, which is very helpful given the difficulty of live capture."
Mr. Black has laid out a tarp on the forest floor and is butchering a gigantic crab with exceedingly long legs. It has tentacles around its mouth, which are promptly dropped into pickling solution, and large, strange, powerful-looking claws.
The servant is about 10 minutes away from Mr. Black, having just made a purchase. He is eating from a large platter of small, fried animals in a heap. They look like something between pigs, dogs, and squids.
*Imma gonna do something interesting with this fellow today :]*
A soft mewl is heard from within the hollow of a tree.
Mr. Black has laid out a tarp on the forest floor and is butchering a gigantic crab with exceedingly long legs. It has tentacles around its mouth, which are promptly dropped into pickling solution, and large, strange, powerful-looking claws.
A hairy, lanky giant smoking a cigar looks out from the branches of a tree. “Seafood? Don’t see much of that in the forest.”
Mr. Black shrugs a bit, not looking up. "These are Festus crabs. Their shells prevent them from spoiling until they are cracked open, which is very helpful given the difficulty of live capture."
“Never heard of ‘em.” He lets a wisp of smoke snake it’s way through the air. “ “Sounds like a useful trait, the whole not spoilin’ thing. Gettin’ fresh seafood inland is difficult.”
Mr. Black has laid out a tarp on the forest floor and is butchering a gigantic crab with exceedingly long legs. It has tentacles around its mouth, which are promptly dropped into pickling solution, and large, strange, powerful-looking claws.
The servant is about 10 minutes away from Mr. Black, having just made a purchase. He is eating from a large platter of small, fried animals in a heap. They look like something between pigs, dogs, and squids.
*Imma gonna do something interesting with this fellow today :]*
A soft mewl is heard from within the hollow of a tree.
Mr. Black looks over, but doesn't leave his work just yet.
Mr. Black has laid out a tarp on the forest floor and is butchering a gigantic crab with exceedingly long legs. It has tentacles around its mouth, which are promptly dropped into pickling solution, and large, strange, powerful-looking claws.
A hairy, lanky giant smoking a cigar looks out from the branches of a tree. “Seafood? Don’t see much of that in the forest.”
Mr. Black shrugs a bit, not looking up. "These are Festus crabs. Their shells prevent them from spoiling until they are cracked open, which is very helpful given the difficulty of live capture."
“Never heard of ‘em.” He lets a wisp of smoke snake it’s way through the air. “ “Sounds like a useful trait, the whole not spoilin’ thing. Gettin’ fresh seafood inland is difficult.”
"They come from the Gourmet Nightmare. They cross over into our world for three months each year in order to catch food for their young. You wouldn't have heard of them. The Gourmet Nightmare is basically pointless for anyone outside of the business."
Mr. Black has laid out a tarp on the forest floor and is butchering a gigantic crab with exceedingly long legs. It has tentacles around its mouth, which are promptly dropped into pickling solution, and large, strange, powerful-looking claws.
The servant is about 10 minutes away from Mr. Black, having just made a purchase. He is eating from a large platter of small, fried animals in a heap. They look like something between pigs, dogs, and squids.
*Imma gonna do something interesting with this fellow today :]*
A soft mewl is heard from within the hollow of a tree.
Mr. Black looks over, but doesn't leave his work just yet.
A small blue kitten with perfectly golden eyes wanders out from the tree. It sniffs the crab .
Mr. Black has laid out a tarp on the forest floor and is butchering a gigantic crab with exceedingly long legs. It has tentacles around its mouth, which are promptly dropped into pickling solution, and large, strange, powerful-looking claws.
A hairy, lanky giant smoking a cigar looks out from the branches of a tree. “Seafood? Don’t see much of that in the forest.”
Mr. Black shrugs a bit, not looking up. "These are Festus crabs. Their shells prevent them from spoiling until they are cracked open, which is very helpful given the difficulty of live capture."
“Never heard of ‘em.” He lets a wisp of smoke snake it’s way through the air. “ “Sounds like a useful trait, the whole not spoilin’ thing. Gettin’ fresh seafood inland is difficult.”
"They come from the Gourmet Nightmare. They cross over into our world for three months each year in order to catch food for their young. You wouldn't have heard of them. The Gourmet Nightmare is basically pointless for anyone outside of the business."
“The Gourmet Nightmare? Yer right, never heard o’ that. What sorta business is it?” A huge cloud of smoke obscures his face.
*Imma gonna do something interesting with this fellow today :]*
A soft mewl is heard from within the hollow of a tree.
Mr. Black looks over, but doesn't leave his work just yet.
A small blue kitten with perfectly golden eyes wanders out from the tree. It sniffs the crab .
"This is far too rich for your blood. Here..." He opens a tin of fish and places it on the ground. "Eat that instead. This crab can be worth millions on the right market."
“Never heard of ‘em.” He lets a wisp of smoke snake it’s way through the air. “ “Sounds like a useful trait, the whole not spoilin’ thing. Gettin’ fresh seafood inland is difficult.”
"They come from the Gourmet Nightmare. They cross over into our world for three months each year in order to catch food for their young. You wouldn't have heard of them. The Gourmet Nightmare is basically pointless for anyone outside of the business."
“The Gourmet Nightmare? Yer right, never heard o’ that. What sorta business is it?” A huge cloud of smoke obscures his face.
"Harvest Hunting. We're a bunch of losers with too much power, so we go hunt monsters from the Gourmet Nightmare and sell them for ludicrous prices. No one else can really get them, and given the manpower and tools needed to catch these things, we can basically decide the price. The monsters are suffused with Gourmet Energy, a supremely delicious magical energy that fills the consumer with strength, speed, and eldritch power for a short time. Some people can absorb it better than others. Harvest Hunters are always those who can absorb it best."
“Never heard of ‘em.” He lets a wisp of smoke snake it’s way through the air. “ “Sounds like a useful trait, the whole not spoilin’ thing. Gettin’ fresh seafood inland is difficult.”
"They come from the Gourmet Nightmare. They cross over into our world for three months each year in order to catch food for their young. You wouldn't have heard of them. The Gourmet Nightmare is basically pointless for anyone outside of the business."
“The Gourmet Nightmare? Yer right, never heard o’ that. What sorta business is it?” A huge cloud of smoke obscures his face.
"Harvest Hunting. We're a bunch of losers with too much power, so we go hunt monsters from the Gourmet Nightmare and sell them for ludicrous prices. No one else can really get them, and given the manpower and tools needed to catch these things, we can basically decide the price. The monsters are suffused with Gourmet Energy, a supremely delicious magical energy that fills the consumer with strength, speed, and eldritch power for a short time. Some people can absorb it better than others. Harvest Hunters are always those who can absorb it best."
He takes another long draw from his cigar, “Sounds profitable. I think I’d like to try some of this food o’ yers. How much it costs?”
*Imma gonna do something interesting with this fellow today :]*
A soft mewl is heard from within the hollow of a tree.
Mr. Black looks over, but doesn't leave his work just yet.
A small blue kitten with perfectly golden eyes wanders out from the tree. It sniffs the crab .
"This is far too rich for your blood. Here..." He opens a tin of fish and places it on the ground. "Eat that instead. This crab can be worth millions on the right market."
It turns away from the fish and walks up to Mr. Black. It sniffs his boots before climbing up his leg, his torso, and creating a spot right on his shoulder.
“The Gourmet Nightmare? Yer right, never heard o’ that. What sorta business is it?” A huge cloud of smoke obscures his face.
"Harvest Hunting. We're a bunch of losers with too much power, so we go hunt monsters from the Gourmet Nightmare and sell them for ludicrous prices. No one else can really get them, and given the manpower and tools needed to catch these things, we can basically decide the price. The monsters are suffused with Gourmet Energy, a supremely delicious magical energy that fills the consumer with strength, speed, and eldritch power for a short time. Some people can absorb it better than others. Harvest Hunters are always those who can absorb it best."
He takes another long draw from his cigar, “Sounds profitable. I think I’d like to try some of this food o’ yers. How much it costs?”
Mr. Black's hands are shaking slightly. His menacing aura flares up. "It would be wasted on you. Your smoke has obliterated your palate by now. I'd be surprised if you even have a sense of smell at this point. 1,200 Gold a leg, regardless. That's the minimum to buy out my current client."
“The Gourmet Nightmare? Yer right, never heard o’ that. What sorta business is it?” A huge cloud of smoke obscures his face.
"Harvest Hunting. We're a bunch of losers with too much power, so we go hunt monsters from the Gourmet Nightmare and sell them for ludicrous prices. No one else can really get them, and given the manpower and tools needed to catch these things, we can basically decide the price. The monsters are suffused with Gourmet Energy, a supremely delicious magical energy that fills the consumer with strength, speed, and eldritch power for a short time. Some people can absorb it better than others. Harvest Hunters are always those who can absorb it best."
He takes another long draw from his cigar, “Sounds profitable. I think I’d like to try some of this food o’ yers. How much it costs?”
Mr. Black's hands are shaking slightly. His menacing aura flares up. "It would be wasted on you. Your smoke has obliterated your palate by now. I'd be surprised if you even have a sense of smell at this point. 1,200 Gold a leg, regardless. That's the minimum to buy out my current client."
“Heheheh” Each chuckle causes another cloud of smoke to clog the air. “Ya may be right about my sense of smell, but I know how to ‘ppreciate a good meal. Plus, I have the coin to back it up.”
*Imma gonna do something interesting with this fellow today :]*
A soft mewl is heard from within the hollow of a tree.
Mr. Black looks over, but doesn't leave his work just yet.
A small blue kitten with perfectly golden eyes wanders out from the tree. It sniffs the crab .
"This is far too rich for your blood. Here..." He opens a tin of fish and places it on the ground. "Eat that instead. This crab can be worth millions on the right market."
It turns away from the fish and walks up to Mr. Black. It sniffs his boots before climbing up his leg, his torso, and creating a spot right on his shoulder.
He sighs. "You're clearly not after food, and I'm not visibly an animal person. What do you want?"
He pulls out a card and crushes it, casting Speak With Animals as it crumbles into ash.
``Thanks man.`` He says.
He goes back to drawing.
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Mr. Black has laid out a tarp on the forest floor and is butchering a gigantic crab with exceedingly long legs. It has tentacles around its mouth, which are promptly dropped into pickling solution, and large, strange, powerful-looking claws.
The servant is about 10 minutes away from Mr. Black, having just made a purchase. He is eating from a large platter of small, fried animals in a heap. They look like something between pigs, dogs, and squids.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
A hairy, lanky giant smoking a cigar looks out from the branches of a tree. “Seafood? Don’t see much of that in the forest.”
Mr. Black shrugs a bit, not looking up. "These are Festus crabs. Their shells prevent them from spoiling until they are cracked open, which is very helpful given the difficulty of live capture."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Imma gonna do something interesting with this fellow today :]*
A soft mewl is heard from within the hollow of a tree.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
“Never heard of ‘em.” He lets a wisp of smoke snake it’s way through the air. “ “Sounds like a useful trait, the whole not spoilin’ thing. Gettin’ fresh seafood inland is difficult.”
*open chars?*
psychopath ^-^
Mr. Black looks over, but doesn't leave his work just yet.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"They come from the Gourmet Nightmare. They cross over into our world for three months each year in order to catch food for their young. You wouldn't have heard of them. The Gourmet Nightmare is basically pointless for anyone outside of the business."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
A small blue kitten with perfectly golden eyes wanders out from the tree. It sniffs the crab .
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
“The Gourmet Nightmare? Yer right, never heard o’ that. What sorta business is it?” A huge cloud of smoke obscures his face.
"This is far too rich for your blood. Here..." He opens a tin of fish and places it on the ground. "Eat that instead. This crab can be worth millions on the right market."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Harvest Hunting. We're a bunch of losers with too much power, so we go hunt monsters from the Gourmet Nightmare and sell them for ludicrous prices. No one else can really get them, and given the manpower and tools needed to catch these things, we can basically decide the price. The monsters are suffused with Gourmet Energy, a supremely delicious magical energy that fills the consumer with strength, speed, and eldritch power for a short time. Some people can absorb it better than others. Harvest Hunters are always those who can absorb it best."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He takes another long draw from his cigar, “Sounds profitable. I think I’d like to try some of this food o’ yers. How much it costs?”
It turns away from the fish and walks up to Mr. Black. It sniffs his boots before climbing up his leg, his torso, and creating a spot right on his shoulder.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Mr. Black's hands are shaking slightly. His menacing aura flares up. "It would be wasted on you. Your smoke has obliterated your palate by now. I'd be surprised if you even have a sense of smell at this point. 1,200 Gold a leg, regardless. That's the minimum to buy out my current client."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Echo is eating breakfast
Alex is tending to the flowers outside her church
psychopath ^-^
“Heheheh” Each chuckle causes another cloud of smoke to clog the air. “Ya may be right about my sense of smell, but I know how to ‘ppreciate a good meal. Plus, I have the coin to back it up.”
He sighs. "You're clearly not after food, and I'm not visibly an animal person. What do you want?"
He pulls out a card and crushes it, casting Speak With Animals as it crumbles into ash.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Tez is casually drinking his tea and looking out a window. Yeah, Bro is not getting involved with any SHENANIGINS this time around.
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