Upon hearing this, it shrieks, almost in pain, before its eel head darts back beneath the water and it’s disguised, statue head replaces it.
He walks over to the water, remaining in the shallow end, speaking slowly "Mortals. Scared. Look. Safe." He gestures to his own body slowly "I. Safe."
It seems to understand, and it looks towards the half broken statue near the water. It’s three heads reach towards it at once, and bring it to the water. A few moments later, the disguised head now has an entire marble body. And it’s slowly gaining color as well, the marble becoming more flexible and the clothes of it becoming like actual fabric. The only thing that doesn’t change is the hair, made of seaweed. is this better? says a voice in the boy’s mind.
Tears begin to stream down his face as he smiles "That is perfect, you look amazing. No one would be scared of you like that, I'm sorry for running from you when you didn't seek to cause me harm." He wipes the tears "What are you anyway? Are you a will like the others, or something different?"
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
“I’m an artist. I’m making art.” He shapes the flesh into a round shape. Creating a creature with a gigantic eye and a massive maw taking up most of is round body, several eye stalks surrounding its body. He then tosses it into the air, where it grows in size and gains color, floating in the air. “Beautiful. True art.” The being seems to be talking more to himself than the other will or the grotesque creature.
"I wouldn't consider that art, although I consider my friend here to be art themself." He says placing a hand on the dragon, petting their mane softly "Whatever that is, I don't believe it wishes to exist."
“I call it a Beholder. And art is subjective. To me, this is a wonderful creation.” The Behold groans, likely in pain “it’ll be fine.”
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
Upon hearing this, it shrieks, almost in pain, before its eel head darts back beneath the water and it’s disguised, statue head replaces it.
He walks over to the water, remaining in the shallow end, speaking slowly "Mortals. Scared. Look. Safe." He gestures to his own body slowly "I. Safe."
It seems to understand, and it looks towards the half broken statue near the water. It’s three heads reach towards it at once, and bring it to the water. A few moments later, the disguised head now has an entire marble body. And it’s slowly gaining color as well, the marble becoming more flexible and the clothes of it becoming like actual fabric. The only thing that doesn’t change is the hair, made of seaweed. is this better? says a voice in the boy’s mind.
Tears begin to stream down his face as he smiles "That is perfect, you look amazing. No one would be scared of you like that, I'm sorry for running from you when you didn't seek to cause me harm." He wipes the tears "What are you anyway? Are you a will like the others, or something different?"
I’m… not perfect. This skin is not Real, It is but rock… or would it be better if I were less like a mortal… must I have these arms? Would claws be better? Perhaps tentacles… it says, more talking to itself at that point.
“I’m an artist. I’m making art.” He shapes the flesh into a round shape. Creating a creature with a gigantic eye and a massive maw taking up most of is round body, several eye stalks surrounding its body. He then tosses it into the air, where it grows in size and gains color, floating in the air. “Beautiful. True art.” The being seems to be talking more to himself than the other will or the grotesque creature.
"I wouldn't consider that art, although I consider my friend here to be art themself." He says placing a hand on the dragon, petting their mane softly "Whatever that is, I don't believe it wishes to exist."
“I call it a Beholder. And art is subjective. To me, this is a wonderful creation.” The Behold groans, likely in pain “it’ll be fine.”
"Even if it does wish to exist, I think its in pain. It most likely considers you its parent, so you should probably help it." He watches the creature with a sympathetic frown.
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
“I’m an artist. I’m making art.” He shapes the flesh into a round shape. Creating a creature with a gigantic eye and a massive maw taking up most of is round body, several eye stalks surrounding its body. He then tosses it into the air, where it grows in size and gains color, floating in the air. “Beautiful. True art.” The being seems to be talking more to himself than the other will or the grotesque creature.
"I wouldn't consider that art, although I consider my friend here to be art themself." He says placing a hand on the dragon, petting their mane softly "Whatever that is, I don't believe it wishes to exist."
“I call it a Beholder. And art is subjective. To me, this is a wonderful creation.” The Behold groans, likely in pain “it’ll be fine.”
*Finally, Balatro's prediction came true*
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Arsendir is creating some more guards: he calls them Harpies. Human with bird claws and feet, and wings sprouting from their back. They were created from a few of his cultists. Their songs are beautiful, sickly sweet, irresistible… they flock out around the city, making nests from stray twigs in trees or atop buildings, wherever they can see a lot.
Upon hearing this, it shrieks, almost in pain, before its eel head darts back beneath the water and it’s disguised, statue head replaces it.
He walks over to the water, remaining in the shallow end, speaking slowly "Mortals. Scared. Look. Safe." He gestures to his own body slowly "I. Safe."
It seems to understand, and it looks towards the half broken statue near the water. It’s three heads reach towards it at once, and bring it to the water. A few moments later, the disguised head now has an entire marble body. And it’s slowly gaining color as well, the marble becoming more flexible and the clothes of it becoming like actual fabric. The only thing that doesn’t change is the hair, made of seaweed. is this better? says a voice in the boy’s mind.
Tears begin to stream down his face as he smiles "That is perfect, you look amazing. No one would be scared of you like that, I'm sorry for running from you when you didn't seek to cause me harm." He wipes the tears "What are you anyway? Are you a will like the others, or something different?"
I’m… not perfect. This skin is not Real, It is but rock… or would it be better if I were less like a mortal… must I have these arms? Would claws be better? Perhaps tentacles… it says, more talking to itself at that point.
"Some might consider that to be terrifying. I thought so, but that might just be because I saw something I didn't expect." He walks over and closely analyzes the body "Maybe you should give it some time, I don't know what wills can do, maybe you can make that skin real, improve upon it perhaps." He shrugs "I'm just a kid."
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Arsendir is creating some more guards: he calls them Harpies. Human with bird claws and feet, and wings sprouting from their back. They were created from a few of his cultists. Their songs are beautiful, sickly sweet, irresistible… they flock out around the city, making nests from stray twigs in trees or atop buildings, wherever they can see a lot.
Savut slithers up behind him. "Interesting creations. Do you intend to use their songs to quell dissentation?"
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Upon hearing this, it shrieks, almost in pain, before its eel head darts back beneath the water and it’s disguised, statue head replaces it.
He walks over to the water, remaining in the shallow end, speaking slowly "Mortals. Scared. Look. Safe." He gestures to his own body slowly "I. Safe."
It seems to understand, and it looks towards the half broken statue near the water. It’s three heads reach towards it at once, and bring it to the water. A few moments later, the disguised head now has an entire marble body. And it’s slowly gaining color as well, the marble becoming more flexible and the clothes of it becoming like actual fabric. The only thing that doesn’t change is the hair, made of seaweed. is this better? says a voice in the boy’s mind.
Tears begin to stream down his face as he smiles "That is perfect, you look amazing. No one would be scared of you like that, I'm sorry for running from you when you didn't seek to cause me harm." He wipes the tears "What are you anyway? Are you a will like the others, or something different?"
I’m… not perfect. This skin is not Real, It is but rock… or would it be better if I were less like a mortal… must I have these arms? Would claws be better? Perhaps tentacles… it says, more talking to itself at that point.
"Some might consider that to be terrifying. I thought so, but that might just be because I saw something I didn't expect." He walks over and closely analyzes the body "Maybe you should give it some time, I don't know what wills can do, maybe you can make that skin real, improve upon it perhaps." He shrugs "I'm just a kid."
It doesn’t seem to listen, it’s eyes on all three heads looking to a shadowy spot nearby in the water. It’s right head lunges for the spot and grabs onto a large shark, picking it up and swallowing it whole. As it does this, it grows a dorsal fin reminiscent of a shark, and it grows another row of teeth.
“I’m an artist. I’m making art.” He shapes the flesh into a round shape. Creating a creature with a gigantic eye and a massive maw taking up most of is round body, several eye stalks surrounding its body. He then tosses it into the air, where it grows in size and gains color, floating in the air. “Beautiful. True art.” The being seems to be talking more to himself than the other will or the grotesque creature.
"I wouldn't consider that art, although I consider my friend here to be art themself." He says placing a hand on the dragon, petting their mane softly "Whatever that is, I don't believe it wishes to exist."
“I call it a Beholder. And art is subjective. To me, this is a wonderful creation.” The Behold groans, likely in pain “it’ll be fine.”
"Even if it does wish to exist, I think its in pain. It most likely considers you its parent, so you should probably help it." He watches the creature with a sympathetic frown.
“You want me to help it? It can fend for itself. Probably.”
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
Upon hearing this, it shrieks, almost in pain, before its eel head darts back beneath the water and it’s disguised, statue head replaces it.
He walks over to the water, remaining in the shallow end, speaking slowly "Mortals. Scared. Look. Safe." He gestures to his own body slowly "I. Safe."
It seems to understand, and it looks towards the half broken statue near the water. It’s three heads reach towards it at once, and bring it to the water. A few moments later, the disguised head now has an entire marble body. And it’s slowly gaining color as well, the marble becoming more flexible and the clothes of it becoming like actual fabric. The only thing that doesn’t change is the hair, made of seaweed. is this better? says a voice in the boy’s mind.
Tears begin to stream down his face as he smiles "That is perfect, you look amazing. No one would be scared of you like that, I'm sorry for running from you when you didn't seek to cause me harm." He wipes the tears "What are you anyway? Are you a will like the others, or something different?"
I’m… not perfect. This skin is not Real, It is but rock… or would it be better if I were less like a mortal… must I have these arms? Would claws be better? Perhaps tentacles… it says, more talking to itself at that point.
"Some might consider that to be terrifying. I thought so, but that might just be because I saw something I didn't expect." He walks over and closely analyzes the body "Maybe you should give it some time, I don't know what wills can do, maybe you can make that skin real, improve upon it perhaps." He shrugs "I'm just a kid."
It doesn’t seem to listen, it’s eyes on all three heads looking to a shadowy spot nearby in the water. It’s right head lunges for the spot and grabs onto a large shark, picking it up and swallowing it whole. As it does this, it grows a dorsal fin reminiscent of a shark, and it grows another row of teeth.
He pokes the stone body "Are you listening?" He walks back into the water, enough to interact with the real body "Are you ever going to leave the water?"
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Arsendir is creating some more guards: he calls them Harpies. Human with bird claws and feet, and wings sprouting from their back. They were created from a few of his cultists. Their songs are beautiful, sickly sweet, irresistible… they flock out around the city, making nests from stray twigs in trees or atop buildings, wherever they can see a lot.
Savut slithers up behind him. "Interesting creations. Do you intend to use their songs to quell dissentation?"
“Indeed… they can calm others with their song, which can stall some criminal and stop them from fleeing, or prevent something from happening in the first place… any other ideas to secure the city?”
“I’m an artist. I’m making art.” He shapes the flesh into a round shape. Creating a creature with a gigantic eye and a massive maw taking up most of is round body, several eye stalks surrounding its body. He then tosses it into the air, where it grows in size and gains color, floating in the air. “Beautiful. True art.” The being seems to be talking more to himself than the other will or the grotesque creature.
"I wouldn't consider that art, although I consider my friend here to be art themself." He says placing a hand on the dragon, petting their mane softly "Whatever that is, I don't believe it wishes to exist."
“I call it a Beholder. And art is subjective. To me, this is a wonderful creation.” The Behold groans, likely in pain “it’ll be fine.”
"Even if it does wish to exist, I think its in pain. It most likely considers you its parent, so you should probably help it." He watches the creature with a sympathetic frown.
“You want me to help it? It can fend for itself. Probably.”
"That sounds like you don't understand what you've created, which makes you very dangerous indeed."
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Upon hearing this, it shrieks, almost in pain, before its eel head darts back beneath the water and it’s disguised, statue head replaces it.
He walks over to the water, remaining in the shallow end, speaking slowly "Mortals. Scared. Look. Safe." He gestures to his own body slowly "I. Safe."
It seems to understand, and it looks towards the half broken statue near the water. It’s three heads reach towards it at once, and bring it to the water. A few moments later, the disguised head now has an entire marble body. And it’s slowly gaining color as well, the marble becoming more flexible and the clothes of it becoming like actual fabric. The only thing that doesn’t change is the hair, made of seaweed. is this better? says a voice in the boy’s mind.
Tears begin to stream down his face as he smiles "That is perfect, you look amazing. No one would be scared of you like that, I'm sorry for running from you when you didn't seek to cause me harm." He wipes the tears "What are you anyway? Are you a will like the others, or something different?"
I’m… not perfect. This skin is not Real, It is but rock… or would it be better if I were less like a mortal… must I have these arms? Would claws be better? Perhaps tentacles… it says, more talking to itself at that point.
"Some might consider that to be terrifying. I thought so, but that might just be because I saw something I didn't expect." He walks over and closely analyzes the body "Maybe you should give it some time, I don't know what wills can do, maybe you can make that skin real, improve upon it perhaps." He shrugs "I'm just a kid."
It doesn’t seem to listen, it’s eyes on all three heads looking to a shadowy spot nearby in the water. It’s right head lunges for the spot and grabs onto a large shark, picking it up and swallowing it whole. As it does this, it grows a dorsal fin reminiscent of a shark, and it grows another row of teeth.
He pokes the stone body "Are you listening?" He walks back into the water, enough to interact with the real body "Are you ever going to leave the water?"
It’s three heads dart to him, watching him from all sides. No… I am from the depths, it is better there. If I never see any humans there, do I have to be presentable to them? Or could I be… perfect?
Upon hearing this, it shrieks, almost in pain, before its eel head darts back beneath the water and it’s disguised, statue head replaces it.
He walks over to the water, remaining in the shallow end, speaking slowly "Mortals. Scared. Look. Safe." He gestures to his own body slowly "I. Safe."
It seems to understand, and it looks towards the half broken statue near the water. It’s three heads reach towards it at once, and bring it to the water. A few moments later, the disguised head now has an entire marble body. And it’s slowly gaining color as well, the marble becoming more flexible and the clothes of it becoming like actual fabric. The only thing that doesn’t change is the hair, made of seaweed. is this better? says a voice in the boy’s mind.
Tears begin to stream down his face as he smiles "That is perfect, you look amazing. No one would be scared of you like that, I'm sorry for running from you when you didn't seek to cause me harm." He wipes the tears "What are you anyway? Are you a will like the others, or something different?"
I’m… not perfect. This skin is not Real, It is but rock… or would it be better if I were less like a mortal… must I have these arms? Would claws be better? Perhaps tentacles… it says, more talking to itself at that point.
"Some might consider that to be terrifying. I thought so, but that might just be because I saw something I didn't expect." He walks over and closely analyzes the body "Maybe you should give it some time, I don't know what wills can do, maybe you can make that skin real, improve upon it perhaps." He shrugs "I'm just a kid."
It doesn’t seem to listen, it’s eyes on all three heads looking to a shadowy spot nearby in the water. It’s right head lunges for the spot and grabs onto a large shark, picking it up and swallowing it whole. As it does this, it grows a dorsal fin reminiscent of a shark, and it grows another row of teeth.
He pokes the stone body "Are you listening?" He walks back into the water, enough to interact with the real body "Are you ever going to leave the water?"
It’s three heads dart to him, watching him from all sides. No… I am from the depths, it is better there. If I never see any humans there, do I have to be presentable to them? Or could I be… perfect?
"Perfection is subjective, and the depths are lonely. I can tell you have a love for humans, or at least a care for them, or else you wouldn't have saved me." He looks at all of the heads unafraid "Everyone has to look presentable, no matter where you are."
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Upon hearing this, it shrieks, almost in pain, before its eel head darts back beneath the water and it’s disguised, statue head replaces it.
He walks over to the water, remaining in the shallow end, speaking slowly "Mortals. Scared. Look. Safe." He gestures to his own body slowly "I. Safe."
It seems to understand, and it looks towards the half broken statue near the water. It’s three heads reach towards it at once, and bring it to the water. A few moments later, the disguised head now has an entire marble body. And it’s slowly gaining color as well, the marble becoming more flexible and the clothes of it becoming like actual fabric. The only thing that doesn’t change is the hair, made of seaweed. is this better? says a voice in the boy’s mind.
Tears begin to stream down his face as he smiles "That is perfect, you look amazing. No one would be scared of you like that, I'm sorry for running from you when you didn't seek to cause me harm." He wipes the tears "What are you anyway? Are you a will like the others, or something different?"
I’m… not perfect. This skin is not Real, It is but rock… or would it be better if I were less like a mortal… must I have these arms? Would claws be better? Perhaps tentacles… it says, more talking to itself at that point.
"Some might consider that to be terrifying. I thought so, but that might just be because I saw something I didn't expect." He walks over and closely analyzes the body "Maybe you should give it some time, I don't know what wills can do, maybe you can make that skin real, improve upon it perhaps." He shrugs "I'm just a kid."
It doesn’t seem to listen, it’s eyes on all three heads looking to a shadowy spot nearby in the water. It’s right head lunges for the spot and grabs onto a large shark, picking it up and swallowing it whole. As it does this, it grows a dorsal fin reminiscent of a shark, and it grows another row of teeth.
He pokes the stone body "Are you listening?" He walks back into the water, enough to interact with the real body "Are you ever going to leave the water?"
It’s three heads dart to him, watching him from all sides. No… I am from the depths, it is better there. If I never see any humans there, do I have to be presentable to them? Or could I be… perfect?
"Perfection is subjective, and the depths are lonely. I can tell you have a love for humans, or at least a care for them, or else you wouldn't have saved me." He looks at all of the heads unafraid "Everyone has to look presentable, no matter where you are."
But why?
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Tears begin to stream down his face as he smiles "That is perfect, you look amazing. No one would be scared of you like that, I'm sorry for running from you when you didn't seek to cause me harm." He wipes the tears "What are you anyway? Are you a will like the others, or something different?"
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
“I call it a Beholder. And art is subjective. To me, this is a wonderful creation.” The Behold groans, likely in pain “it’ll be fine.”
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
I’m… not perfect. This skin is not Real, It is but rock… or would it be better if I were less like a mortal… must I have these arms? Would claws be better? Perhaps tentacles… it says, more talking to itself at that point.
Savut is setting the broodguards that she's created from the "cultists" at their positions for Metamorphosis.
Balatro is leading the devils north.
The UNKNOWABLE is heading to the Underworld for another patented cryptic warning of upcoming apocalypses.
Rulundra is slinking through the City of Peace. People around them keep tripping and dropping things.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Even if it does wish to exist, I think its in pain. It most likely considers you its parent, so you should probably help it." He watches the creature with a sympathetic frown.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
*Finally, Balatro's prediction came true*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Arsendir is creating some more guards: he calls them Harpies. Human with bird claws and feet, and wings sprouting from their back. They were created from a few of his cultists. Their songs are beautiful, sickly sweet, irresistible… they flock out around the city, making nests from stray twigs in trees or atop buildings, wherever they can see a lot.
"Some might consider that to be terrifying. I thought so, but that might just be because I saw something I didn't expect." He walks over and closely analyzes the body "Maybe you should give it some time, I don't know what wills can do, maybe you can make that skin real, improve upon it perhaps." He shrugs "I'm just a kid."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
Savut slithers up behind him. "Interesting creations. Do you intend to use their songs to quell dissentation?"
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
It doesn’t seem to listen, it’s eyes on all three heads looking to a shadowy spot nearby in the water. It’s right head lunges for the spot and grabs onto a large shark, picking it up and swallowing it whole. As it does this, it grows a dorsal fin reminiscent of a shark, and it grows another row of teeth.
Happy is walking through the streets, people becoming luckier, counteracting their effect. Happy spots the will, but says nothing.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
Rulundra raises their head, bones clinking and emeralds glinting. They watch Happy as he passes.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“You want me to help it? It can fend for itself. Probably.”
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
He pokes the stone body "Are you listening?" He walks back into the water, enough to interact with the real body "Are you ever going to leave the water?"
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
“Indeed… they can calm others with their song, which can stall some criminal and stop them from fleeing, or prevent something from happening in the first place… any other ideas to secure the city?”
"That sounds like you don't understand what you've created, which makes you very dangerous indeed."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
He gesture for the will to follow him, slightly incentivizing their gap in power as a bit of motivation.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
It’s three heads dart to him, watching him from all sides. No… I am from the depths, it is better there. If I never see any humans there, do I have to be presentable to them? Or could I be… perfect?
"Perfection is subjective, and the depths are lonely. I can tell you have a love for humans, or at least a care for them, or else you wouldn't have saved me." He looks at all of the heads unafraid "Everyone has to look presentable, no matter where you are."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
But why?