Richard is walking around the Trooper base, examining everything.
Izazel is on the farm, most likely near Gregor. They are playing in the dirt with the bugs and worms.
Donn is silently fuming after hearing some of his forest was destroyed to make room for the base. He is examining base while invisible at the moment, trying to find weak spots.
*WENDIGO! I sent yeh a pm with an idea i had*
Some troopers are patrolling around the outer walls
*Okie dokie!*
Donn is tempted to spear them with his pitchfork but refrains from doing so.
The troopers laugh about something in the woods
Donn follows after, taking the form of a small blackbird that jumps from branch to branch.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
They get knocked out but other troopers notice. "HEY!"
The trooper removes his helmet, showing the smiling face of Droidbait
Alec curses under his breath, grabbing the troopers blaster and firing at one of the troopers, 14
She gasps softly, before practically tackling the clone as she hugs him
It barley misses as the troopers fire back 15
The clone hugs her tightly. BD-5 bwooping happily
Alec ducks down behind some cover, realizing that he doesn't really want to kill them despite the blaster and simply throwing the blaster at a trooper: 27
She squeezes hard as she can, very happy to see her friend
The trooper falls, dazed as stun bolts fly at him. 15
"Hey kiddo! I'm happy to see ya too but you're crushin me!"
He ducks back behind the cover, the bolts missing him as he trying to think of a better plan than just running at the troopers
"I missed you!" She says happily, but lessens the crushing
The troopers start to close in
"Missed you too."
He lets out a breath, racking his brain before his hand moves to his charm, shifting the position of a couple pieces, "God I hope this works-"
She is beaming, looking up at him, "I didn't expect you to be back so soon!"
The troopers start blasting 18
"Me neither kid.."
He pulls up his hood and bolts out into the fray, blasts deflecting off something under his coat
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
A short blindfolded girl hops onto the wall next to her
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Richard was seated in the Sith's chair once again. He had donned a black dress shirt that hugged his broad shoulders, a gold-colored tie that complemented his glowing eyes, and a white suit jacket with golden lapels. He appeared to be lost in deep contemplation, gazing up at the intricate ceiling above him. It was clear that he was deep in thought, perhaps pondering the events that had led him to that moment, or maybe strategizing his next move.
Izazel is exploring the woods when he comes across a stick lying on the ground. Picking it up, he begins to use it as a drawing tool, sketching designs and shapes in the dirt around him. Engrossed in his creative world, Izazel spends several minutes lost in thought, focusing on his artwork and the beauty of nature surrounding him.
Donn's fury is palpable as he stands on a hill, overseeing the destruction he has wrought upon a village on the outskirts. The air is thick with smoke from the magical flames that have engulfed the buildings and homes, reducing them to rubble. His eyes, glowing with an otherworldly light, are narrowed in anger and satisfaction at the chaos he has caused.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The troopers are doing their rounds, patrolling with AT-ST's. AT-AT's wait in their docs, the pilots sitting inside.
Lance is sitting in the woods, cradling a severely burned owlbears head.
-new character-
A young man, about 18 or 19, with short black hair, hazel eyes, a white t-shirt, brown pants, and running shoes sprints from the woods. A crudely made spear, made form a pole and a knife lashed together with twine, and backpack hang off his back.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The troopers are doing their rounds, patrolling with AT-ST's. AT-AT's wait in their docs, the pilots sitting inside.
Lance is sitting in the woods, cradling a severely burned owlbears head.
-new character-
A young man, about 18 or 19, with short black hair, hazel eyes, a white t-shirt, brown pants, and running shoes sprints from the woods. A crudely made spear, made form a pole and a knife lashed together with twine, and backpack hang off his back.
*E X C U S E M E W H A T?*
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The troopers are doing their rounds, patrolling with AT-ST's. AT-AT's wait in their docs, the pilots sitting inside.
Lance is sitting in the woods, cradling a severely burned owlbears head.
-new character-
A young man, about 18 or 19, with short black hair, hazel eyes, a white t-shirt, brown pants, and running shoes sprints from the woods. A crudely made spear, made form a pole and a knife lashed together with twine, and backpack hang off his back.
*E X C U S E M E W H A T?*
*I'm fine now.*
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The troopers are doing their rounds, patrolling with AT-ST's. AT-AT's wait in their docs, the pilots sitting inside.
Lance is sitting in the woods, cradling a severely burned owlbears head.
-new character-
A young man, about 18 or 19, with short black hair, hazel eyes, a white t-shirt, brown pants, and running shoes sprints from the woods. A crudely made spear, made form a pole and a knife lashed together with twine, and backpack hang off his back.
*E X C U S E M E W H A T?*
*I'm fine now.*
*S T I L L.*
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The troopers are doing their rounds, patrolling with AT-ST's. AT-AT's wait in their docs, the pilots sitting inside.
Lance is sitting in the woods, cradling a severely burned owlbears head.
-new character-
A young man, about 18 or 19, with short black hair, hazel eyes, a white t-shirt, brown pants, and running shoes sprints from the woods. A crudely made spear, made form a pole and a knife lashed together with twine, and backpack hang off his back.
*E X C U S E M E W H A T?*
*I'm fine now.*
*S T I L L.*
*Yeah i know i know.*
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
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Donn follows after, taking the form of a small blackbird that jumps from branch to branch.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Gregor is eating some strips of dried meat, looking at the scarecrows all around the village as he sits on a barrel.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Izazel watches in fascination.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He pulls up his hood and bolts out into the fray, blasts deflecting off something under his coat
"What brought you back?"
Hello
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
hi
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
Hi
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
you intro first
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Miria is working on her lightsabers on top of the outer wall
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
A short blindfolded girl hops onto the wall next to her
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
"Who are you?"
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
"Vaska"
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
*Morning!!*
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
*Morning Drummer!!*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Richard was seated in the Sith's chair once again. He had donned a black dress shirt that hugged his broad shoulders, a gold-colored tie that complemented his glowing eyes, and a white suit jacket with golden lapels. He appeared to be lost in deep contemplation, gazing up at the intricate ceiling above him. It was clear that he was deep in thought, perhaps pondering the events that had led him to that moment, or maybe strategizing his next move.
Izazel is exploring the woods when he comes across a stick lying on the ground. Picking it up, he begins to use it as a drawing tool, sketching designs and shapes in the dirt around him. Engrossed in his creative world, Izazel spends several minutes lost in thought, focusing on his artwork and the beauty of nature surrounding him.
Donn's fury is palpable as he stands on a hill, overseeing the destruction he has wrought upon a village on the outskirts. The air is thick with smoke from the magical flames that have engulfed the buildings and homes, reducing them to rubble. His eyes, glowing with an otherworldly light, are narrowed in anger and satisfaction at the chaos he has caused.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*haha, i coughed up blood this morning*
The troopers are doing their rounds, patrolling with AT-ST's. AT-AT's wait in their docs, the pilots sitting inside.
Lance is sitting in the woods, cradling a severely burned owlbears head.
-new character-
A young man, about 18 or 19, with short black hair, hazel eyes, a white t-shirt, brown pants, and running shoes sprints from the woods. A crudely made spear, made form a pole and a knife lashed together with twine, and backpack hang off his back.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*E X C U S E M E W H A T?*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*I'm fine now.*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*S T I L L.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Yeah i know i know.*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.