*Herionidus can only survive if he gets a 6 and has the deathbloom... And even then it'd be a tie. (The Swarm is winning by 8.)*
*alrighty then! Herionidus is dead. I’ve actually been planning for this, Herionidus gave away the deathbloom for a reason*
Herionidus, unable to defend themself without the deathbloom, is defeated! And so the Overgod falls, and The Swarm can decide what happens to him!
The Swarm, victorious at last, starts eating Herionidus' corpse.
With a place for a new Overgod, The Swarm grows in power, claiming the spot that once belonged to Herionidus. The Hive and the City of Flesh grow bigger, and The Swarm gains a 5th Domain: Life.
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Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
*heyyyyy i was suggested to join this so here i am! Also: Freddy fazbear, as requested.*
A mere doll, or perhaps a mere toy, there she sits, limbs as broken and as loose as a string. Her body appears thin and flimsy like she would struggle to raise her own head. A slim build and pale, pale skin, the girl looks to be 12, or perhaps 11. Her face is covered by a white mask with a wide grin with mechanical looking teeth, dark red stains in between the machinery. Where her eyes should be are two large circles of tinted pink glass, the left one broken at the corner and revealing a rather bored looking eye. Her high pigtails curl around her large head, spiked and positioned like a fluffy cats tail. Overalls and a shirt with puffy sleeves cover her body, wide shorts ripped at the end reaching about to her knees. Her ankles and wrists are painfully thin, dainty stems that looked too brittle to touch. Despite the look of delicacy she holds, a sort of power radiates from her, like a deep, deep rage that threatens to choke those who come near. A sign nexts to her reads “FOR SALE, DEMON CHILD. NAME: DANDI-DOOF”
A small girl and her family, as well as several other families, are running from a giant valley separated from the rest of the world by giant white cliffs jutting out of the ground. Fields of grass surround the walled off valley, and a river runs through the cliffs. Further down the river is a giant… and I mean a GIANT structure made of stone, steel, wood, and cement, with many towers and spires forming into an enormous, city sized structures with some sort of “elevator,” on the side, leading to the top which is lush with grass and strange plants, as well as hundreds of partially constructed buildings. All along the structure plants grow and thrive, ones that exist elsewhere and ones that have never been seen before.
most of that isn’t important besides the girl and her family, that’s just a description of what the general surroundings look like. The girl runs past the doll, but looks back with curiosity. The other family members don’t look back, besides her father, who grabs her arm and tries to pull her away from the doll. She tries to get closer to it, curious.
*AHH! Sorry I didn’t see this earlier*
The doll lifts her head and tilts it to the side, facing the girl. Her movements are jerky and stuttery, like she’s pushing against some invisible force. A mechanical voice comes from within her mask. “P-p-play m-m-m-ma-a-ate?” A high pitched laugh follows those words, maniacal and chilling. The doll rocks forward and stands up, her body moving in the same jittery fashion as her head had earlier. “Dandidoof dandidoof dandidoof wants to p-p-p-play…”
“D-Dandidoof? That’s your name?”
Dandidoof gives another fit of eerie, chittering laughter. “Yes! Dandidoof dandidoof dandidoof is my name! And you, little one? Do you like to p-p-p-play with dolls like dandidoof dandidoof dandidoof?”
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(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
*Herionidus can only survive if he gets a 6 and has the deathbloom... And even then it'd be a tie. (The Swarm is winning by 8.)*
*alrighty then! Herionidus is dead. I’ve actually been planning for this, Herionidus gave away the deathbloom for a reason*
Herionidus, unable to defend themself without the deathbloom, is defeated! And so the Overgod falls, and The Swarm can decide what happens to him!
The Swarm, victorious at last, starts eating Herionidus' corpse.
With a place for a new Overgod, The Swarm grows in power, claiming the spot that once belonged to Herionidus. The Hive and the City of Flesh grow bigger, and The Swarm gains a 5th Domain: Life.
Faltros stops monologuing for a second and turns to the Swarm. "See, Raegus? Not even the Overgods can save you from our power."
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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
*heyyyyy i was suggested to join this so here i am! Also: Freddy fazbear, as requested.*
A mere doll, or perhaps a mere toy, there she sits, limbs as broken and as loose as a string. Her body appears thin and flimsy like she would struggle to raise her own head. A slim build and pale, pale skin, the girl looks to be 12, or perhaps 11. Her face is covered by a white mask with a wide grin with mechanical looking teeth, dark red stains in between the machinery. Where her eyes should be are two large circles of tinted pink glass, the left one broken at the corner and revealing a rather bored looking eye. Her high pigtails curl around her large head, spiked and positioned like a fluffy cats tail. Overalls and a shirt with puffy sleeves cover her body, wide shorts ripped at the end reaching about to her knees. Her ankles and wrists are painfully thin, dainty stems that looked too brittle to touch. Despite the look of delicacy she holds, a sort of power radiates from her, like a deep, deep rage that threatens to choke those who come near. A sign nexts to her reads “FOR SALE, DEMON CHILD. NAME: DANDI-DOOF”
A small girl and her family, as well as several other families, are running from a giant valley separated from the rest of the world by giant white cliffs jutting out of the ground. Fields of grass surround the walled off valley, and a river runs through the cliffs. Further down the river is a giant… and I mean a GIANT structure made of stone, steel, wood, and cement, with many towers and spires forming into an enormous, city sized structures with some sort of “elevator,” on the side, leading to the top which is lush with grass and strange plants, as well as hundreds of partially constructed buildings. All along the structure plants grow and thrive, ones that exist elsewhere and ones that have never been seen before.
most of that isn’t important besides the girl and her family, that’s just a description of what the general surroundings look like. The girl runs past the doll, but looks back with curiosity. The other family members don’t look back, besides her father, who grabs her arm and tries to pull her away from the doll. She tries to get closer to it, curious.
*AHH! Sorry I didn’t see this earlier*
The doll lifts her head and tilts it to the side, facing the girl. Her movements are jerky and stuttery, like she’s pushing against some invisible force. A mechanical voice comes from within her mask. “P-p-play m-m-m-ma-a-ate?” A high pitched laugh follows those words, maniacal and chilling. The doll rocks forward and stands up, her body moving in the same jittery fashion as her head had earlier. “Dandidoof dandidoof dandidoof wants to p-p-p-play…”
“D-Dandidoof? That’s your name?”
Dandidoof gives another fit of eerie, chittering laughter. “Yes! Dandidoof dandidoof dandidoof is my name! And you, little one? Do you like to p-p-p-play with dolls like dandidoof dandidoof dandidoof?”
“Well, before the e-evacuation, I had a doll. B-but I lost it at the river.”
Centered at the valley, a rain cloud forms. It’s raining honey. The father looks up at the rain cloud in disbelief, gasping.
Meanwhile, at the Valley, the gravediggers rush over to the wilted tree of Herionidus, collecting its last few undamaged seeds and starting to do what they have done every day since they became gravediggers: they dug up Herionidus’ old coffin, made of cherry colored wood. They add several items they have collected with Herionidus’ help before the battle. The crushed up bones of a dragon, the meat of a living wolf, the last few fruits of Herionidus’ tree. Water, their own blood, spices, other plants and fruits, other meats, breads, a drop of a pink liquid: bliss in liquid form, and finally, they crush up and grind the most prized possession of Herionidus, and add its flowers and stem to the horrible concoction. The Deathbloom.
they position the coffin on top of a few large pieces of wood and light a fire underneath it. The coffin does not burn, but the ingredients inside it start to bubble and they stir it with their shovels, chanting words of unknown power, as instructed by Herionidus, including his own name. Finally, the coffin starts to smolder and smoke, and they douse the fire before any damage is done to the coffin. They each take a wooden bowl and fill it with some of the mixture. One by one, they drink it. Once the last gravedigger drinks the horrible brew, they fall to the floor, coughing and choking, gasping for air, and writhing in pain. Their bodies change slightly. Their teeth become razor sharp, their stomachs ten times as powerful, they become stronger, faster, and their flesh and bodies become impervious and immortal.
but most of all, they become hungry. Oh, so hungry. But not for animal meats, or for fresh fruits and honey. They crave something will that will keep them alive forever, that will let them dance and revel without the inevitable ache of knowing someday they will die, as Herionidus Promised them. A hunger they will share to the lucky few who survive, if there are any survivors. They will feast night after night after night after night after night, and the Red Festival shall now begin as these creatures feed on those trapped in the Valley with them.
and so, there became the firsts of one of the most formidable, flesh eating and blood drinking creatures of the night.
*heyyyyy i was suggested to join this so here i am! Also: Freddy fazbear, as requested.*
A mere doll, or perhaps a mere toy, there she sits, limbs as broken and as loose as a string. Her body appears thin and flimsy like she would struggle to raise her own head. A slim build and pale, pale skin, the girl looks to be 12, or perhaps 11. Her face is covered by a white mask with a wide grin with mechanical looking teeth, dark red stains in between the machinery. Where her eyes should be are two large circles of tinted pink glass, the left one broken at the corner and revealing a rather bored looking eye. Her high pigtails curl around her large head, spiked and positioned like a fluffy cats tail. Overalls and a shirt with puffy sleeves cover her body, wide shorts ripped at the end reaching about to her knees. Her ankles and wrists are painfully thin, dainty stems that looked too brittle to touch. Despite the look of delicacy she holds, a sort of power radiates from her, like a deep, deep rage that threatens to choke those who come near. A sign nexts to her reads “FOR SALE, DEMON CHILD. NAME: DANDI-DOOF”
A small girl and her family, as well as several other families, are running from a giant valley separated from the rest of the world by giant white cliffs jutting out of the ground. Fields of grass surround the walled off valley, and a river runs through the cliffs. Further down the river is a giant… and I mean a GIANT structure made of stone, steel, wood, and cement, with many towers and spires forming into an enormous, city sized structures with some sort of “elevator,” on the side, leading to the top which is lush with grass and strange plants, as well as hundreds of partially constructed buildings. All along the structure plants grow and thrive, ones that exist elsewhere and ones that have never been seen before.
most of that isn’t important besides the girl and her family, that’s just a description of what the general surroundings look like. The girl runs past the doll, but looks back with curiosity. The other family members don’t look back, besides her father, who grabs her arm and tries to pull her away from the doll. She tries to get closer to it, curious.
*AHH! Sorry I didn’t see this earlier*
The doll lifts her head and tilts it to the side, facing the girl. Her movements are jerky and stuttery, like she’s pushing against some invisible force. A mechanical voice comes from within her mask. “P-p-play m-m-m-ma-a-ate?” A high pitched laugh follows those words, maniacal and chilling. The doll rocks forward and stands up, her body moving in the same jittery fashion as her head had earlier. “Dandidoof dandidoof dandidoof wants to p-p-p-play…”
“D-Dandidoof? That’s your name?”
Dandidoof gives another fit of eerie, chittering laughter. “Yes! Dandidoof dandidoof dandidoof is my name! And you, little one? Do you like to p-p-p-play with dolls like dandidoof dandidoof dandidoof?”
“Well, before the e-evacuation, I had a doll. B-but I lost it at the river.”
Centered at the valley, a rain cloud forms. It’s raining honey. The father looks up at the rain cloud in disbelief, gasping.
”he’s dead…” the father whispers.
Dandidoof makes a pouting sound. "what a shame. Dandidoof Dandidoof Dandidoof can be your new doll? P-p-p-play m-m-m-mate!" She descends into fits of laughter once more
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(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
*heyyyyy i was suggested to join this so here i am! Also: Freddy fazbear, as requested.*
A mere doll, or perhaps a mere toy, there she sits, limbs as broken and as loose as a string. Her body appears thin and flimsy like she would struggle to raise her own head. A slim build and pale, pale skin, the girl looks to be 12, or perhaps 11. Her face is covered by a white mask with a wide grin with mechanical looking teeth, dark red stains in between the machinery. Where her eyes should be are two large circles of tinted pink glass, the left one broken at the corner and revealing a rather bored looking eye. Her high pigtails curl around her large head, spiked and positioned like a fluffy cats tail. Overalls and a shirt with puffy sleeves cover her body, wide shorts ripped at the end reaching about to her knees. Her ankles and wrists are painfully thin, dainty stems that looked too brittle to touch. Despite the look of delicacy she holds, a sort of power radiates from her, like a deep, deep rage that threatens to choke those who come near. A sign nexts to her reads “FOR SALE, DEMON CHILD. NAME: DANDI-DOOF”
A small girl and her family, as well as several other families, are running from a giant valley separated from the rest of the world by giant white cliffs jutting out of the ground. Fields of grass surround the walled off valley, and a river runs through the cliffs. Further down the river is a giant… and I mean a GIANT structure made of stone, steel, wood, and cement, with many towers and spires forming into an enormous, city sized structures with some sort of “elevator,” on the side, leading to the top which is lush with grass and strange plants, as well as hundreds of partially constructed buildings. All along the structure plants grow and thrive, ones that exist elsewhere and ones that have never been seen before.
most of that isn’t important besides the girl and her family, that’s just a description of what the general surroundings look like. The girl runs past the doll, but looks back with curiosity. The other family members don’t look back, besides her father, who grabs her arm and tries to pull her away from the doll. She tries to get closer to it, curious.
*AHH! Sorry I didn’t see this earlier*
The doll lifts her head and tilts it to the side, facing the girl. Her movements are jerky and stuttery, like she’s pushing against some invisible force. A mechanical voice comes from within her mask. “P-p-play m-m-m-ma-a-ate?” A high pitched laugh follows those words, maniacal and chilling. The doll rocks forward and stands up, her body moving in the same jittery fashion as her head had earlier. “Dandidoof dandidoof dandidoof wants to p-p-p-play…”
“D-Dandidoof? That’s your name?”
Dandidoof gives another fit of eerie, chittering laughter. “Yes! Dandidoof dandidoof dandidoof is my name! And you, little one? Do you like to p-p-p-play with dolls like dandidoof dandidoof dandidoof?”
“Well, before the e-evacuation, I had a doll. B-but I lost it at the river.”
Centered at the valley, a rain cloud forms. It’s raining honey. The father looks up at the rain cloud in disbelief, gasping.
”he’s dead…” the father whispers.
Dandidoof makes a pouting sound. "what a shame. Dandidoof Dandidoof Dandidoof can be your new doll? P-p-p-play m-m-m-mate!" She descends into fits of laughter once more
“Oh-Sure! I’ve never had a doll that talked before.”
*heyyyyy i was suggested to join this so here i am! Also: Freddy fazbear, as requested.*
A mere doll, or perhaps a mere toy, there she sits, limbs as broken and as loose as a string. Her body appears thin and flimsy like she would struggle to raise her own head. A slim build and pale, pale skin, the girl looks to be 12, or perhaps 11. Her face is covered by a white mask with a wide grin with mechanical looking teeth, dark red stains in between the machinery. Where her eyes should be are two large circles of tinted pink glass, the left one broken at the corner and revealing a rather bored looking eye. Her high pigtails curl around her large head, spiked and positioned like a fluffy cats tail. Overalls and a shirt with puffy sleeves cover her body, wide shorts ripped at the end reaching about to her knees. Her ankles and wrists are painfully thin, dainty stems that looked too brittle to touch. Despite the look of delicacy she holds, a sort of power radiates from her, like a deep, deep rage that threatens to choke those who come near. A sign nexts to her reads “FOR SALE, DEMON CHILD. NAME: DANDI-DOOF”
A small girl and her family, as well as several other families, are running from a giant valley separated from the rest of the world by giant white cliffs jutting out of the ground. Fields of grass surround the walled off valley, and a river runs through the cliffs. Further down the river is a giant… and I mean a GIANT structure made of stone, steel, wood, and cement, with many towers and spires forming into an enormous, city sized structures with some sort of “elevator,” on the side, leading to the top which is lush with grass and strange plants, as well as hundreds of partially constructed buildings. All along the structure plants grow and thrive, ones that exist elsewhere and ones that have never been seen before.
most of that isn’t important besides the girl and her family, that’s just a description of what the general surroundings look like. The girl runs past the doll, but looks back with curiosity. The other family members don’t look back, besides her father, who grabs her arm and tries to pull her away from the doll. She tries to get closer to it, curious.
*AHH! Sorry I didn’t see this earlier*
The doll lifts her head and tilts it to the side, facing the girl. Her movements are jerky and stuttery, like she’s pushing against some invisible force. A mechanical voice comes from within her mask. “P-p-play m-m-m-ma-a-ate?” A high pitched laugh follows those words, maniacal and chilling. The doll rocks forward and stands up, her body moving in the same jittery fashion as her head had earlier. “Dandidoof dandidoof dandidoof wants to p-p-p-play…”
“D-Dandidoof? That’s your name?”
Dandidoof gives another fit of eerie, chittering laughter. “Yes! Dandidoof dandidoof dandidoof is my name! And you, little one? Do you like to p-p-p-play with dolls like dandidoof dandidoof dandidoof?”
“Well, before the e-evacuation, I had a doll. B-but I lost it at the river.”
Centered at the valley, a rain cloud forms. It’s raining honey. The father looks up at the rain cloud in disbelief, gasping.
”he’s dead…” the father whispers.
Dandidoof makes a pouting sound. "what a shame. Dandidoof Dandidoof Dandidoof can be your new doll? P-p-p-play m-m-m-mate!" She descends into fits of laughter once more
“Oh-Sure! I’ve never had a doll that talked before.”
Dandidoof makes an unintelligible chittering sound before taking slow steps towards the girl, body twitching and jolting at random moments. A quiet tune begins to emerge from inside her mask. Her mechanical mouth begins to move, the whirring gears almost drowning out the song. Dandidoof stops right before the girl, limbs stiff. They stare at each other as the seconds draw on. Finally, dandidoof lifts her finger and points at her bloodstained smile. “You see this? Dandidoof dandidoof dandidoof eats little girls and boys that don’t behave. So be nice, and dandidoof dandidoof dandidoof will be nice. Okay, p-p-p-play m-m-m-m-ate?”
*heyyyyy i was suggested to join this so here i am! Also: Freddy fazbear, as requested.*
A mere doll, or perhaps a mere toy, there she sits, limbs as broken and as loose as a string. Her body appears thin and flimsy like she would struggle to raise her own head. A slim build and pale, pale skin, the girl looks to be 12, or perhaps 11. Her face is covered by a white mask with a wide grin with mechanical looking teeth, dark red stains in between the machinery. Where her eyes should be are two large circles of tinted pink glass, the left one broken at the corner and revealing a rather bored looking eye. Her high pigtails curl around her large head, spiked and positioned like a fluffy cats tail. Overalls and a shirt with puffy sleeves cover her body, wide shorts ripped at the end reaching about to her knees. Her ankles and wrists are painfully thin, dainty stems that looked too brittle to touch. Despite the look of delicacy she holds, a sort of power radiates from her, like a deep, deep rage that threatens to choke those who come near. A sign nexts to her reads “FOR SALE, DEMON CHILD. NAME: DANDI-DOOF”
A small girl and her family, as well as several other families, are running from a giant valley separated from the rest of the world by giant white cliffs jutting out of the ground. Fields of grass surround the walled off valley, and a river runs through the cliffs. Further down the river is a giant… and I mean a GIANT structure made of stone, steel, wood, and cement, with many towers and spires forming into an enormous, city sized structures with some sort of “elevator,” on the side, leading to the top which is lush with grass and strange plants, as well as hundreds of partially constructed buildings. All along the structure plants grow and thrive, ones that exist elsewhere and ones that have never been seen before.
most of that isn’t important besides the girl and her family, that’s just a description of what the general surroundings look like. The girl runs past the doll, but looks back with curiosity. The other family members don’t look back, besides her father, who grabs her arm and tries to pull her away from the doll. She tries to get closer to it, curious.
*AHH! Sorry I didn’t see this earlier*
The doll lifts her head and tilts it to the side, facing the girl. Her movements are jerky and stuttery, like she’s pushing against some invisible force. A mechanical voice comes from within her mask. “P-p-play m-m-m-ma-a-ate?” A high pitched laugh follows those words, maniacal and chilling. The doll rocks forward and stands up, her body moving in the same jittery fashion as her head had earlier. “Dandidoof dandidoof dandidoof wants to p-p-p-play…”
“D-Dandidoof? That’s your name?”
Dandidoof gives another fit of eerie, chittering laughter. “Yes! Dandidoof dandidoof dandidoof is my name! And you, little one? Do you like to p-p-p-play with dolls like dandidoof dandidoof dandidoof?”
“Well, before the e-evacuation, I had a doll. B-but I lost it at the river.”
Centered at the valley, a rain cloud forms. It’s raining honey. The father looks up at the rain cloud in disbelief, gasping.
”he’s dead…” the father whispers.
Dandidoof makes a pouting sound. "what a shame. Dandidoof Dandidoof Dandidoof can be your new doll? P-p-p-play m-m-m-mate!" She descends into fits of laughter once more
“Oh-Sure! I’ve never had a doll that talked before.”
Dandidoof makes an unintelligible chittering sound before taking slow steps towards the girl, body twitching and jolting at random moments. A quiet tune begins to emerge from inside her mask. Her mechanical mouth begins to move, the whirring gears almost drowning out the song. Dandidoof stops right before the girl, limbs stiff. They stare at each other as the seconds draw on. Finally, dandidoof lifts her finger and points at her bloodstained smile. “You see this? Dandidoof dandidoof dandidoof eats little girls and boys that don’t behave. So be nice, and dandidoof dandidoof dandidoof will be nice. Okay, p-p-p-play m-m-m-m-ate?”
The girl stumbles backwards and trips on a weed. The mother, who is a few feet away, dashes inbetween Dandidoof and the girl, holding a knife.
”Nope! I have had enough supernatural (1GP) for one day, get away from my daughter!”
*if you didn’t know, (1GP) is basically just a way that we censor swears on the forums, it’s a joke because the abbreviation for gold coins in D&D is GP, or gold pieces.*
*heyyyyy i was suggested to join this so here i am! Also: Freddy fazbear, as requested.*
A mere doll, or perhaps a mere toy, there she sits, limbs as broken and as loose as a string. Her body appears thin and flimsy like she would struggle to raise her own head. A slim build and pale, pale skin, the girl looks to be 12, or perhaps 11. Her face is covered by a white mask with a wide grin with mechanical looking teeth, dark red stains in between the machinery. Where her eyes should be are two large circles of tinted pink glass, the left one broken at the corner and revealing a rather bored looking eye. Her high pigtails curl around her large head, spiked and positioned like a fluffy cats tail. Overalls and a shirt with puffy sleeves cover her body, wide shorts ripped at the end reaching about to her knees. Her ankles and wrists are painfully thin, dainty stems that looked too brittle to touch. Despite the look of delicacy she holds, a sort of power radiates from her, like a deep, deep rage that threatens to choke those who come near. A sign nexts to her reads “FOR SALE, DEMON CHILD. NAME: DANDI-DOOF”
A small girl and her family, as well as several other families, are running from a giant valley separated from the rest of the world by giant white cliffs jutting out of the ground. Fields of grass surround the walled off valley, and a river runs through the cliffs. Further down the river is a giant… and I mean a GIANT structure made of stone, steel, wood, and cement, with many towers and spires forming into an enormous, city sized structures with some sort of “elevator,” on the side, leading to the top which is lush with grass and strange plants, as well as hundreds of partially constructed buildings. All along the structure plants grow and thrive, ones that exist elsewhere and ones that have never been seen before.
most of that isn’t important besides the girl and her family, that’s just a description of what the general surroundings look like. The girl runs past the doll, but looks back with curiosity. The other family members don’t look back, besides her father, who grabs her arm and tries to pull her away from the doll. She tries to get closer to it, curious.
*AHH! Sorry I didn’t see this earlier*
The doll lifts her head and tilts it to the side, facing the girl. Her movements are jerky and stuttery, like she’s pushing against some invisible force. A mechanical voice comes from within her mask. “P-p-play m-m-m-ma-a-ate?” A high pitched laugh follows those words, maniacal and chilling. The doll rocks forward and stands up, her body moving in the same jittery fashion as her head had earlier. “Dandidoof dandidoof dandidoof wants to p-p-p-play…”
“D-Dandidoof? That’s your name?”
Dandidoof gives another fit of eerie, chittering laughter. “Yes! Dandidoof dandidoof dandidoof is my name! And you, little one? Do you like to p-p-p-play with dolls like dandidoof dandidoof dandidoof?”
“Well, before the e-evacuation, I had a doll. B-but I lost it at the river.”
Centered at the valley, a rain cloud forms. It’s raining honey. The father looks up at the rain cloud in disbelief, gasping.
”he’s dead…” the father whispers.
Dandidoof makes a pouting sound. "what a shame. Dandidoof Dandidoof Dandidoof can be your new doll? P-p-p-play m-m-m-mate!" She descends into fits of laughter once more
“Oh-Sure! I’ve never had a doll that talked before.”
Dandidoof makes an unintelligible chittering sound before taking slow steps towards the girl, body twitching and jolting at random moments. A quiet tune begins to emerge from inside her mask. Her mechanical mouth begins to move, the whirring gears almost drowning out the song. Dandidoof stops right before the girl, limbs stiff. They stare at each other as the seconds draw on. Finally, dandidoof lifts her finger and points at her bloodstained smile. “You see this? Dandidoof dandidoof dandidoof eats little girls and boys that don’t behave. So be nice, and dandidoof dandidoof dandidoof will be nice. Okay, p-p-p-play m-m-m-m-ate?”
The girl stumbles backwards and trips on a weed. The mother, who is a few feet away, dashes inbetween Dandidoof and the girl, holding a knife.
”Nope! I have had enough supernatural (1GP) for one day, get away from my daughter!”
*if you didn’t know, (1GP) is basically just a way that we censor swears on the forums, it’s a joke because the abbreviation for gold coins in D&D is GP, or gold pieces.*
*I didn’t know that, thanks for telling me haha*
Dandidoof freezes bexpression slowly reaches her hands upwards. She cups her mask in her hands and pushes it off.
beneath is a rather plain looking girl, once with a basic face and bored eyes. Her skin is clear and clean, a stark difference from the rest of her tattered body. She gazes at the family before looking away. “Sorry,” she mumbles. “Sometimes dandidoof takes control of me. I should be keeping her on a shorter leash. I didn’t mean for that to happen.”
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(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
Carso has plans so I'm gonna wait for him before doing anything with Cog or Faltros*
*Oh my gosh so sorry I forgot about my plan but here it is now*
From the city a bright light shines, enveloping the battlefield and everything around it with warmth, comfort and... peace. Floating down from on high, Raegus gently touches down on the ground, extending peace to all the mortals. Of course, his power has no effect on the Wills, but he speaks kindly to the mortals, on both sides. "You have sacrificed much in the name of your faith. Some for, and some against. But this is not your war to fight. This is between us Greater Wills. Now go home, be free and rest, for soon, you will see the victor of this mighty battle." The mortals all feel drowsy and calm and begin mobilizing back to their homes. But there is one who stands defiant in the midst of the gently retreating Godless Ones...
*It's ok. Also would it affect the undead portion?*
Faltros sees the leaving army and scowls. Not because of his retreating forces-- Cogintius's creations were gone-- but because of Raegus. "Ah, I forgot there were two fools," he mutters to himself.
He also sees the remaining figure. Are they still in the carrying thingy or no?
*they are no longer in the palanquin, as the carriers walked off as well*
Raegus replies in booming voice: "The only fool is the one who would bring the wrath of the gods upon them, and continue to fight a hopeless battle."
"What, you think I'm weaker then you?"
"Not in the slightest Faltros. But what you lack is allies, friends, people who will hold you up when you fall to your knees. We," he gestures to all the gods of good, "have something you can never have, and that is trust, love, and companionship. A single god may fall under your wicked power, but with us as one, you have no chance."
*hell yeah, beat him with the power of friendship!*
"I don't see any allies besides yourself that are currently conscious. And look at you! What power do you have over me? What will you do, ease my nonexistent grief? (He lets out a long, long laugh) I'm a manifestation of fear, terror, aggression. Don't trifle with me, Raegus. And either way, if you think you're the one that shall win, just ask our leader about it." He points his flame sword towards the remaining figure.
*Boinkkkkkkk*
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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
Savut has finally reached civilization. The people are mourning the death of Herionidus. But Savut’s strides do not cease. She is looking for other Greater Wills, as the swamp grows behind her.
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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.
Savut has finally reached civilization. The people are mourning the death of Herionidus. But Savut’s strides do not cease. She is looking for other Greater Wills, as the swamp grows behind her.
*The Swamp technically can't grow that much, there are limits on how much of an area you can affect. And I don't think you can change Herionidus' Grove.*
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Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
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*hi*
The Swarm, victorious at last, starts eating Herionidus' corpse.
With a place for a new Overgod, The Swarm grows in power, claiming the spot that once belonged to Herionidus. The Hive and the City of Flesh grow bigger, and The Swarm gains a 5th Domain: Life.
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
Karka closes his eyes for a moment. “I’ve learned what I came to learn. We WILL meet again.” He dissolves
I go by “Awe” JSYK. Drummer also named me EPIC CRIT ROLLER OF LEGEND!
“A wizard is never late, Frodo Baggins. Nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to!”
”I’m sorry Frodo. I was delayed."
If you're in the mood for murder and mayhem, go to ASSASSINATE The One Above, but WHATEVER you do, don’t go to LAST COMMENT LOSES
*Ayy, everyone's here! DAO?*
Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
I like cheese.
Dandidoof gives another fit of eerie, chittering laughter. “Yes! Dandidoof dandidoof dandidoof is my name! And you, little one? Do you like to p-p-p-play with dolls like dandidoof dandidoof dandidoof?”
(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
-"I Wish" Skee-Lo (literally the best song ever)
Nickname: Elliot the Old (IM NOT THAT OLD VITUS-)
"If I see your face again, it will be your death."
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
Karka stalks of into the desert, looking for more power
I go by “Awe” JSYK. Drummer also named me EPIC CRIT ROLLER OF LEGEND!
“A wizard is never late, Frodo Baggins. Nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to!”
”I’m sorry Frodo. I was delayed."
If you're in the mood for murder and mayhem, go to ASSASSINATE The One Above, but WHATEVER you do, don’t go to LAST COMMENT LOSES
Faltros stops monologuing for a second and turns to the Swarm. "See, Raegus? Not even the Overgods can save you from our power."
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
“Well, before the e-evacuation, I had a doll. B-but I lost it at the river.”
Centered at the valley, a rain cloud forms. It’s raining honey. The father looks up at the rain cloud in disbelief, gasping.
”he’s dead…” the father whispers.
Meanwhile, at the Valley, the gravediggers rush over to the wilted tree of Herionidus, collecting its last few undamaged seeds and starting to do what they have done every day since they became gravediggers: they dug up Herionidus’ old coffin, made of cherry colored wood. They add several items they have collected with Herionidus’ help before the battle. The crushed up bones of a dragon, the meat of a living wolf, the last few fruits of Herionidus’ tree. Water, their own blood, spices, other plants and fruits, other meats, breads, a drop of a pink liquid: bliss in liquid form, and finally, they crush up and grind the most prized possession of Herionidus, and add its flowers and stem to the horrible concoction. The Deathbloom.
they position the coffin on top of a few large pieces of wood and light a fire underneath it. The coffin does not burn, but the ingredients inside it start to bubble and they stir it with their shovels, chanting words of unknown power, as instructed by Herionidus, including his own name. Finally, the coffin starts to smolder and smoke, and they douse the fire before any damage is done to the coffin. They each take a wooden bowl and fill it with some of the mixture. One by one, they drink it. Once the last gravedigger drinks the horrible brew, they fall to the floor, coughing and choking, gasping for air, and writhing in pain. Their bodies change slightly. Their teeth become razor sharp, their stomachs ten times as powerful, they become stronger, faster, and their flesh and bodies become impervious and immortal.
but most of all, they become hungry. Oh, so hungry. But not for animal meats, or for fresh fruits and honey. They crave something will that will keep them alive forever, that will let them dance and revel without the inevitable ache of knowing someday they will die, as Herionidus Promised them. A hunger they will share to the lucky few who survive, if there are any survivors. They will feast night after night after night after night after night, and the Red Festival shall now begin as these creatures feed on those trapped in the Valley with them.
and so, there became the firsts of one of the most formidable, flesh eating and blood drinking creatures of the night.
Vampires.
Dandidoof makes a pouting sound. "what a shame. Dandidoof Dandidoof Dandidoof can be your new doll? P-p-p-play m-m-m-mate!" She descends into fits of laughter once more
(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
-"I Wish" Skee-Lo (literally the best song ever)
Nickname: Elliot the Old (IM NOT THAT OLD VITUS-)
“Oh-Sure! I’ve never had a doll that talked before.”
Dandidoof makes an unintelligible chittering sound before taking slow steps towards the girl, body twitching and jolting at random moments. A quiet tune begins to emerge from inside her mask. Her mechanical mouth begins to move, the whirring gears almost drowning out the song. Dandidoof stops right before the girl, limbs stiff. They stare at each other as the seconds draw on. Finally, dandidoof lifts her finger and points at her bloodstained smile. “You see this? Dandidoof dandidoof dandidoof eats little girls and boys that don’t behave. So be nice, and dandidoof dandidoof dandidoof will be nice. Okay, p-p-p-play m-m-m-m-ate?”
(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
-"I Wish" Skee-Lo (literally the best song ever)
Nickname: Elliot the Old (IM NOT THAT OLD VITUS-)
The girl stumbles backwards and trips on a weed. The mother, who is a few feet away, dashes inbetween Dandidoof and the girl, holding a knife.
”Nope! I have had enough supernatural (1GP) for one day, get away from my daughter!”
*if you didn’t know, (1GP) is basically just a way that we censor swears on the forums, it’s a joke because the abbreviation for gold coins in D&D is GP, or gold pieces.*
*I didn’t know that, thanks for telling me haha*
Dandidoof freezes bexpression slowly reaches her hands upwards. She cups her mask in her hands and pushes it off.
beneath is a rather plain looking girl, once with a basic face and bored eyes. Her skin is clear and clean, a stark difference from the rest of her tattered body. She gazes at the family before looking away. “Sorry,” she mumbles. “Sometimes dandidoof takes control of me. I should be keeping her on a shorter leash. I didn’t mean for that to happen.”
(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
-"I Wish" Skee-Lo (literally the best song ever)
Nickname: Elliot the Old (IM NOT THAT OLD VITUS-)
*Boinkkkkkkk*
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
The Swarm is using their new power to create new creatures. The first, are 96 neothelid.
Macchino is in the process of replacing his spine with a mechanical metal one.
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
Savut has finally reached civilization. The people are mourning the death of Herionidus. But Savut’s strides do not cease. She is looking for other Greater Wills, as the swamp grows behind her.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Why the [gp] does the tooltip keep changing to "tooltip not found"‽*
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
*The Swamp technically can't grow that much, there are limits on how much of an area you can affect. And I don't think you can change Herionidus' Grove.*
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."