“I didn’t know you had a horse.” Balatro reaches out to stroke the nightmare’s side.
The side is rough, unlike that of a normal horse, as well as being quite hot.
"I haven't ridden them since I sieged the City of Order. You weren't even manifested at that time." The nightmare teleports away.
“Well, maybe with these guys, you can siege it again. And hopefully destroy it for good!”
"We will see. Both of our sides have allies. I have my minions, while Cogintius has the Mythos of Order and that other one, although with enough effort I could likely turn the old man against him."
“Yeah. Who all’s in the mythos?”
"The old man, I believe some being of ice and cold, a swamp dweller, the god of time, and the god of comfort and mourning. Though I am unsure of the last two's current whereabouts."
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Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
“I didn’t know you had a horse.” Balatro reaches out to stroke the nightmare’s side.
The side is rough, unlike that of a normal horse, as well as being quite hot.
"I haven't ridden them since I sieged the City of Order. You weren't even manifested at that time." The nightmare teleports away.
“Well, maybe with these guys, you can siege it again. And hopefully destroy it for good!”
"We will see. Both of our sides have allies. I have my minions, while Cogintius has the Mythos of Order and that other one, although with enough effort I could likely turn the old man against him."
“Yeah. Who all’s in the mythos?”
"The old man, I believe some being of ice and cold, a swamp dweller, the god of time, and the god of comfort and mourning. Though I am unsure of the last two's current whereabouts."
“Cool. One last question. What old man?”
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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.
“I didn’t know you had a horse.” Balatro reaches out to stroke the nightmare’s side.
The side is rough, unlike that of a normal horse, as well as being quite hot.
"I haven't ridden them since I sieged the City of Order. You weren't even manifested at that time." The nightmare teleports away.
“Well, maybe with these guys, you can siege it again. And hopefully destroy it for good!”
"We will see. Both of our sides have allies. I have my minions, while Cogintius has the Mythos of Order and that other one, although with enough effort I could likely turn the old man against him."
“Yeah. Who all’s in the mythos?”
"The old man, I believe some being of ice and cold, a swamp dweller, the god of time, and the god of comfort and mourning. Though I am unsure of the last two's current whereabouts."
“Cool. One last question. What old man?”
"Cogintius. I simply call him that because it is what he is."
*He takes the appearance of a wise old man. Additionally, he's one of the oldest active gods, hence the Overgod position.*
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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
“I didn’t know you had a horse.” Balatro reaches out to stroke the nightmare’s side.
The side is rough, unlike that of a normal horse, as well as being quite hot.
"I haven't ridden them since I sieged the City of Order. You weren't even manifested at that time." The nightmare teleports away.
“Well, maybe with these guys, you can siege it again. And hopefully destroy it for good!”
"We will see. Both of our sides have allies. I have my minions, while Cogintius has the Mythos of Order and that other one, although with enough effort I could likely turn the old man against him."
“Yeah. Who all’s in the mythos?”
"The old man, I believe some being of ice and cold, a swamp dweller, the god of time, and the god of comfort and mourning. Though I am unsure of the last two's current whereabouts."
“Cool. One last question. What old man?”
"Cogintius. I simply call him that because it is what he is."
*He takes the appearance of a wise old man. Additionally, he's one of the oldest active gods, hence the Overgod position.*
“Oh, gotcha.”
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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.
“I didn’t know you had a horse.” Balatro reaches out to stroke the nightmare’s side.
The side is rough, unlike that of a normal horse, as well as being quite hot.
"I haven't ridden them since I sieged the City of Order. You weren't even manifested at that time." The nightmare teleports away.
“Well, maybe with these guys, you can siege it again. And hopefully destroy it for good!”
"We will see. Both of our sides have allies. I have my minions, while Cogintius has the Mythos of Order and that other one, although with enough effort I could likely turn the old man against him."
“Yeah. Who all’s in the mythos?”
"The old man, I believe some being of ice and cold, a swamp dweller, the god of time, and the god of comfort and mourning. Though I am unsure of the last two's current whereabouts."
“Cool. One last question. What old man?”
"Cogintius. I simply call him that because it is what he is."
*He takes the appearance of a wise old man. Additionally, he's one of the oldest active gods, hence the Overgod position.*
“Oh, gotcha.”
"Anyways, I am going to think of many more ideas for new creatures. You may leave for now."
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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
“I didn’t know you had a horse.” Balatro reaches out to stroke the nightmare’s side.
The side is rough, unlike that of a normal horse, as well as being quite hot.
"I haven't ridden them since I sieged the City of Order. You weren't even manifested at that time." The nightmare teleports away.
“Well, maybe with these guys, you can siege it again. And hopefully destroy it for good!”
"We will see. Both of our sides have allies. I have my minions, while Cogintius has the Mythos of Order and that other one, although with enough effort I could likely turn the old man against him."
“Yeah. Who all’s in the mythos?”
"The old man, I believe some being of ice and cold, a swamp dweller, the god of time, and the god of comfort and mourning. Though I am unsure of the last two's current whereabouts."
“Cool. One last question. What old man?”
"Cogintius. I simply call him that because it is what he is."
*He takes the appearance of a wise old man. Additionally, he's one of the oldest active gods, hence the Overgod position.*
“Oh, gotcha.”
"Anyways, I am going to think of many more ideas for new creatures. You may leave for now."
“Wait! I have some cool ideas too! Hang on, I gotta list here somewhere…” Balatro rummages through his prop satchel, and pulls out a comically lengthy list that is actually mostly empty, and just there for the gag.
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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.
“I didn’t know you had a horse.” Balatro reaches out to stroke the nightmare’s side.
The side is rough, unlike that of a normal horse, as well as being quite hot.
"I haven't ridden them since I sieged the City of Order. You weren't even manifested at that time." The nightmare teleports away.
“Well, maybe with these guys, you can siege it again. And hopefully destroy it for good!”
"We will see. Both of our sides have allies. I have my minions, while Cogintius has the Mythos of Order and that other one, although with enough effort I could likely turn the old man against him."
“Yeah. Who all’s in the mythos?”
"The old man, I believe some being of ice and cold, a swamp dweller, the god of time, and the god of comfort and mourning. Though I am unsure of the last two's current whereabouts."
“Cool. One last question. What old man?”
"Cogintius. I simply call him that because it is what he is."
*He takes the appearance of a wise old man. Additionally, he's one of the oldest active gods, hence the Overgod position.*
“Oh, gotcha.”
"Anyways, I am going to think of many more ideas for new creatures. You may leave for now."
“Wait! I have some cool ideas too! Hang on, I gotta list here somewhere…” Balatro rummages through his prop satchel, and pulls out a comically lengthy list that is actually mostly empty, and just there for the gag.
He sighs. "And what are these ideas?"
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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
“I didn’t know you had a horse.” Balatro reaches out to stroke the nightmare’s side.
The side is rough, unlike that of a normal horse, as well as being quite hot.
"I haven't ridden them since I sieged the City of Order. You weren't even manifested at that time." The nightmare teleports away.
“Well, maybe with these guys, you can siege it again. And hopefully destroy it for good!”
"We will see. Both of our sides have allies. I have my minions, while Cogintius has the Mythos of Order and that other one, although with enough effort I could likely turn the old man against him."
“Yeah. Who all’s in the mythos?”
"The old man, I believe some being of ice and cold, a swamp dweller, the god of time, and the god of comfort and mourning. Though I am unsure of the last two's current whereabouts."
“Cool. One last question. What old man?”
"Cogintius. I simply call him that because it is what he is."
*He takes the appearance of a wise old man. Additionally, he's one of the oldest active gods, hence the Overgod position.*
“Oh, gotcha.”
"Anyways, I am going to think of many more ideas for new creatures. You may leave for now."
“Wait! I have some cool ideas too! Hang on, I gotta list here somewhere…” Balatro rummages through his prop satchel, and pulls out a comically lengthy list that is actually mostly empty, and just there for the gag.
He sighs. "And what are these ideas?"
“Oh boy oh boy, thought you’d never ask. So, I had an idea for a type of invisible demon. If you could see it with magic, it’d look like a little green mucus-soaked grub with a full human mouth that attaches to your ear and constantly whispers to you until you break down, go crazy, and go and do unspeakable things.”
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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.
“I didn’t know you had a horse.” Balatro reaches out to stroke the nightmare’s side.
The side is rough, unlike that of a normal horse, as well as being quite hot.
"I haven't ridden them since I sieged the City of Order. You weren't even manifested at that time." The nightmare teleports away.
“Well, maybe with these guys, you can siege it again. And hopefully destroy it for good!”
"We will see. Both of our sides have allies. I have my minions, while Cogintius has the Mythos of Order and that other one, although with enough effort I could likely turn the old man against him."
“Yeah. Who all’s in the mythos?”
"The old man, I believe some being of ice and cold, a swamp dweller, the god of time, and the god of comfort and mourning. Though I am unsure of the last two's current whereabouts."
“Cool. One last question. What old man?”
"Cogintius. I simply call him that because it is what he is."
*He takes the appearance of a wise old man. Additionally, he's one of the oldest active gods, hence the Overgod position.*
“Oh, gotcha.”
"Anyways, I am going to think of many more ideas for new creatures. You may leave for now."
“Wait! I have some cool ideas too! Hang on, I gotta list here somewhere…” Balatro rummages through his prop satchel, and pulls out a comically lengthy list that is actually mostly empty, and just there for the gag.
He sighs. "And what are these ideas?"
“Oh boy oh boy, thought you’d never ask. So, I had an idea for a type of invisible demon. If you could see it with magic, it’d look like a little green mucus-soaked grub with a full human mouth that attaches to your ear and constantly whispers to you until you break down, go crazy, and go and do unspeakable things.”
He ponders this. "That is an interesting idea. I could see that being used. What would it be called?"
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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
“I didn’t know you had a horse.” Balatro reaches out to stroke the nightmare’s side.
The side is rough, unlike that of a normal horse, as well as being quite hot.
"I haven't ridden them since I sieged the City of Order. You weren't even manifested at that time." The nightmare teleports away.
“Well, maybe with these guys, you can siege it again. And hopefully destroy it for good!”
"We will see. Both of our sides have allies. I have my minions, while Cogintius has the Mythos of Order and that other one, although with enough effort I could likely turn the old man against him."
“Yeah. Who all’s in the mythos?”
"The old man, I believe some being of ice and cold, a swamp dweller, the god of time, and the god of comfort and mourning. Though I am unsure of the last two's current whereabouts."
“Cool. One last question. What old man?”
"Cogintius. I simply call him that because it is what he is."
*He takes the appearance of a wise old man. Additionally, he's one of the oldest active gods, hence the Overgod position.*
“Oh, gotcha.”
"Anyways, I am going to think of many more ideas for new creatures. You may leave for now."
“Wait! I have some cool ideas too! Hang on, I gotta list here somewhere…” Balatro rummages through his prop satchel, and pulls out a comically lengthy list that is actually mostly empty, and just there for the gag.
He sighs. "And what are these ideas?"
“Oh boy oh boy, thought you’d never ask. So, I had an idea for a type of invisible demon. If you could see it with magic, it’d look like a little green mucus-soaked grub with a full human mouth that attaches to your ear and constantly whispers to you until you break down, go crazy, and go and do unspeakable things.”
He ponders this. "That is an interesting idea. I could see that being used. What would it be called?"
“Uuhhh…” He examines the paper closely. “Oh yeah! It’s called a susurrile!”
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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.
“I didn’t know you had a horse.” Balatro reaches out to stroke the nightmare’s side.
The side is rough, unlike that of a normal horse, as well as being quite hot.
"I haven't ridden them since I sieged the City of Order. You weren't even manifested at that time." The nightmare teleports away.
“Well, maybe with these guys, you can siege it again. And hopefully destroy it for good!”
"We will see. Both of our sides have allies. I have my minions, while Cogintius has the Mythos of Order and that other one, although with enough effort I could likely turn the old man against him."
“Yeah. Who all’s in the mythos?”
"The old man, I believe some being of ice and cold, a swamp dweller, the god of time, and the god of comfort and mourning. Though I am unsure of the last two's current whereabouts."
“Cool. One last question. What old man?”
"Cogintius. I simply call him that because it is what he is."
*He takes the appearance of a wise old man. Additionally, he's one of the oldest active gods, hence the Overgod position.*
“Oh, gotcha.”
"Anyways, I am going to think of many more ideas for new creatures. You may leave for now."
“Wait! I have some cool ideas too! Hang on, I gotta list here somewhere…” Balatro rummages through his prop satchel, and pulls out a comically lengthy list that is actually mostly empty, and just there for the gag.
He sighs. "And what are these ideas?"
“Oh boy oh boy, thought you’d never ask. So, I had an idea for a type of invisible demon. If you could see it with magic, it’d look like a little green mucus-soaked grub with a full human mouth that attaches to your ear and constantly whispers to you until you break down, go crazy, and go and do unspeakable things.”
He ponders this. "That is an interesting idea. I could see that being used. What would it be called?"
“Uuhhh…” He examines the paper closely. “Oh yeah! It’s called a susurrile!”
"A good concept. I will create it later. What are your other ideas?"
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Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
Balatro pulls out a pair of reading glasses. “A thing that looks like a bird but has two hands for a beak, and hangs upside down off of doorframes and breaks your neck… a giant spider that can slip through dimensions… and a two-headed dog, but the heads are stacked instead of being next to each other.”
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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.
Balatro pulls out a pair of reading glasses. “A thing that looks like a bird but has two hands for a beak, and hangs upside down off of doorframes and breaks your neck… a giant spider that can slip through dimensions… and a two-headed dog, but the heads are stacked instead of being next to each other.”
He looks delighted. "These are all splendid! What brilliant ways to spread fear and terror."
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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
Balatro pulls out a pair of reading glasses. “A thing that looks like a bird but has two hands for a beak, and hangs upside down off of doorframes and breaks your neck… a giant spider that can slip through dimensions… and a two-headed dog, but the heads are stacked instead of being next to each other.”
He looks delighted. "These are all splendid! What brilliant ways to spread fear and terror."
The sergeant steps up to the rats. “What do you want, and why should we give it to you?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"The old man, I believe some being of ice and cold, a swamp dweller, the god of time, and the god of comfort and mourning. Though I am unsure of the last two's current whereabouts."
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
George bush begins luring humans towards his greenhouse, but not allowing them to come inside, because his domain is trickery
“Cool. One last question. What old man?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Cogintius. I simply call him that because it is what he is."
*He takes the appearance of a wise old man. Additionally, he's one of the oldest active gods, hence the Overgod position.*
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
*Will be curious to see what becomes of George as he grows more powerful*
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
“Oh, gotcha.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Anyways, I am going to think of many more ideas for new creatures. You may leave for now."
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
“Wait! I have some cool ideas too! Hang on, I gotta list here somewhere…” Balatro rummages through his prop satchel, and pulls out a comically lengthy list that is actually mostly empty, and just there for the gag.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He sighs. "And what are these ideas?"
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
“Oh boy oh boy, thought you’d never ask. So, I had an idea for a type of invisible demon. If you could see it with magic, it’d look like a little green mucus-soaked grub with a full human mouth that attaches to your ear and constantly whispers to you until you break down, go crazy, and go and do unspeakable 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.
He ponders this. "That is an interesting idea. I could see that being used. What would it be called?"
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
“Uuhhh…” He examines the paper closely. “Oh yeah! It’s called a susurrile!”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"A good concept. I will create it later. What are your other ideas?"
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
Balatro pulls out a pair of reading glasses. “A thing that looks like a bird but has two hands for a beak, and hangs upside down off of doorframes and breaks your neck… a giant spider that can slip through dimensions… and a two-headed dog, but the heads are stacked instead of being next to each other.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The rats try to mime something, sort of like someone sawing something In half. Like a branch. They don’t try to answer the second question.
“Ah. I thought you could speak. So you want some of the wood of this tree?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He looks delighted. "These are all splendid! What brilliant ways to spread fear and terror."
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
A few of the rats nod.
“Thanks!” Balatro looks proud of himself.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.