A few more towns have been essentially wiped off the map. Only ash remains. Burnt skeletons throughout. But oddly, no bones from livestock remain. And there is nowhere enough ash for the size of the towns.
The old man notices the burnt zombies and moves to find out what is going on. *Could you do me a favor and kill Yamamoto?*
*if he fecks with foréir, sure*
he sees massive footprints leading away. Seemingly following the path of the fire
He follows the tracks. He unsheathes his blade, looking like its made of burnt coals.
After a few miles of walking, he sees an absolutely massive road sign. Not built for mortals. It says: The Never Ending Wildfire: 100,000 giants. The Outpost: 100 giants. *If you want him to die, go to the Never Ending Wildfire. And yes, the measure using their length*
He begins to walk toward the Never Ending Wildfire.
After a very long walk, He makes it to the edge of the Never Ending Wildfire. Several miles in the distance, he recognizes the volcano where Foréir threatened to end his life if he ever returned
He drags his blade through the dirt, making a meditation spot on the ground. He sits on the spot and flames shoot up around him, making a pillar of flame in the sky.
Sidore walks up behind the pillar, having seen it from a decent distance away. “There you are, you sadistic, fire-breathing monster.” She growls.
The pillar of flame slits "I will erase you from existence. Do not bother me." The pillar reseals itself.
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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.
A few more towns have been essentially wiped off the map. Only ash remains. Burnt skeletons throughout. But oddly, no bones from livestock remain. And there is nowhere enough ash for the size of the towns.
The old man notices the burnt zombies and moves to find out what is going on. *Could you do me a favor and kill Yamamoto?*
*if he fecks with foréir, sure*
he sees massive footprints leading away. Seemingly following the path of the fire
He follows the tracks. He unsheathes his blade, looking like its made of burnt coals.
After a few miles of walking, he sees an absolutely massive road sign. Not built for mortals. It says: The Never Ending Wildfire: 100,000 giants. The Outpost: 100 giants. *If you want him to die, go to the Never Ending Wildfire. And yes, the measure using their length*
He begins to walk toward the Never Ending Wildfire.
After a very long walk, He makes it to the edge of the Never Ending Wildfire. Several miles in the distance, he recognizes the volcano where Foréir threatened to end his life if he ever returned
He drags his blade through the dirt, making a meditation spot on the ground. He sits on the spot and flames shoot up around him, making a pillar of flame in the sky.
Sidore walks up behind the pillar, having seen it from a decent distance away. “There you are, you sadistic, fire-breathing monster.” She growls.
The pillar of flame slits "I will erase you from existence. Do not bother me." The pillar reseals itself.
“You’re not Foréir… are you one of his creations?!”
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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.
A few more towns have been essentially wiped off the map. Only ash remains. Burnt skeletons throughout. But oddly, no bones from livestock remain. And there is nowhere enough ash for the size of the towns.
The old man notices the burnt zombies and moves to find out what is going on. *Could you do me a favor and kill Yamamoto?*
*if he fecks with foréir, sure*
he sees massive footprints leading away. Seemingly following the path of the fire
He follows the tracks. He unsheathes his blade, looking like its made of burnt coals.
After a few miles of walking, he sees an absolutely massive road sign. Not built for mortals. It says: The Never Ending Wildfire: 100,000 giants. The Outpost: 100 giants. *If you want him to die, go to the Never Ending Wildfire. And yes, the measure using their length*
He begins to walk toward the Never Ending Wildfire.
After a very long walk, He makes it to the edge of the Never Ending Wildfire. Several miles in the distance, he recognizes the volcano where Foréir threatened to end his life if he ever returned
He drags his blade through the dirt, making a meditation spot on the ground. He sits on the spot and flames shoot up around him, making a pillar of flame in the sky.
Sidore walks up behind the pillar, having seen it from a decent distance away. “There you are, you sadistic, fire-breathing monster.” She growls.
The pillar of flame slits "I will erase you from existence. Do not bother me." The pillar reseals itself.
“You’re not Foréir… are you one of his creations?!”
His voice booms like thunder "NO. Do not bother me."
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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.
“Oh. Well, right now he’s making some minotaurs, so he might not want to be disturbed.”
"I can wait until he's finished but I'm not exactly trying to work for him."
“I know, but just if you wanted to see him at all.”
"Well I could tell him that I'm leaving the city of order. I have things to do other places anyway."
“I could tell him too, if you deem it necessary.”
"How about we go together? He probably won't kill me then."
“Good idea!” Balatro then heads back on his original path. “Say, I wrote this crazy joke down. You wanna hear it?”
"Totally." He follows Balatro, spinning his revolver on his finger "I don't know many gods that write jokes."
“Well, I’m a Demon. More of a skeleton. So I guess I follow different rules. Okay, so here’s how it goes.” He takes out a comically lengthy roll of parchment, and begins reading off of it. “‘Balatro: Why did the chicken cross the road?’ ‘Recipient/audience inquires as to why.’” He squints at the paper. “Aaaaaand that’s all I got right now. It needs work, to be sure, but there’s potential.”
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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.
A few more towns have been essentially wiped off the map. Only ash remains. Burnt skeletons throughout. But oddly, no bones from livestock remain. And there is nowhere enough ash for the size of the towns.
The old man notices the burnt zombies and moves to find out what is going on. *Could you do me a favor and kill Yamamoto?*
*if he fecks with foréir, sure*
he sees massive footprints leading away. Seemingly following the path of the fire
He follows the tracks. He unsheathes his blade, looking like its made of burnt coals.
After a few miles of walking, he sees an absolutely massive road sign. Not built for mortals. It says: The Never Ending Wildfire: 100,000 giants. The Outpost: 100 giants. *If you want him to die, go to the Never Ending Wildfire. And yes, the measure using their length*
He begins to walk toward the Never Ending Wildfire.
After a very long walk, He makes it to the edge of the Never Ending Wildfire. Several miles in the distance, he recognizes the volcano where Foréir threatened to end his life if he ever returned
He drags his blade through the dirt, making a meditation spot on the ground. He sits on the spot and flames shoot up around him, making a pillar of flame in the sky.
Sidore walks up behind the pillar, having seen it from a decent distance away. “There you are, you sadistic, fire-breathing monster.” She growls.
The pillar of flame slits "I will erase you from existence. Do not bother me." The pillar reseals itself.
“You’re not Foréir… are you one of his creations?!”
His voice booms like thunder "NO. Do not bother me."
“Okay, okay.” She stands back and watches carefully.
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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.
“Oh. Well, right now he’s making some minotaurs, so he might not want to be disturbed.”
"I can wait until he's finished but I'm not exactly trying to work for him."
“I know, but just if you wanted to see him at all.”
"Well I could tell him that I'm leaving the city of order. I have things to do other places anyway."
“I could tell him too, if you deem it necessary.”
"How about we go together? He probably won't kill me then."
“Good idea!” Balatro then heads back on his original path. “Say, I wrote this crazy joke down. You wanna hear it?”
"Totally." He follows Balatro, spinning his revolver on his finger "I don't know many gods that write jokes."
“Well, I’m a Demon. More of a skeleton. So I guess I follow different rules. Okay, so here’s how it goes.” He takes out a comically lengthy roll of parchment, and begins reading off of it. “‘Balatro: Why did the chicken cross the road?’ ‘Recipient/audience inquires as to why.’” He squints at the paper. “Aaaaaand that’s all I got right now. It needs work, to be sure, but there’s potential.”
"Hmmm. I like it, has potential for many different endings. That's what makes a good joke, potential." He wags a finger. "I don't want to be in any of these greater will wars any more. Cogin is a,ways threatening my life for no reason."
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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.
A few more towns have been essentially wiped off the map. Only ash remains. Burnt skeletons throughout. But oddly, no bones from livestock remain. And there is nowhere enough ash for the size of the towns.
The old man notices the burnt zombies and moves to find out what is going on. *Could you do me a favor and kill Yamamoto?*
*if he fecks with foréir, sure*
he sees massive footprints leading away. Seemingly following the path of the fire
He follows the tracks. He unsheathes his blade, looking like its made of burnt coals.
After a few miles of walking, he sees an absolutely massive road sign. Not built for mortals. It says: The Never Ending Wildfire: 100,000 giants. The Outpost: 100 giants. *If you want him to die, go to the Never Ending Wildfire. And yes, the measure using their length*
He begins to walk toward the Never Ending Wildfire.
After a very long walk, He makes it to the edge of the Never Ending Wildfire. Several miles in the distance, he recognizes the volcano where Foréir threatened to end his life if he ever returned
He drags his blade through the dirt, making a meditation spot on the ground. He sits on the spot and flames shoot up around him, making a pillar of flame in the sky.
Sidore walks up behind the pillar, having seen it from a decent distance away. “There you are, you sadistic, fire-breathing monster.” She growls.
The pillar of flame slits "I will erase you from existence. Do not bother me." The pillar reseals itself.
“You’re not Foréir… are you one of his creations?!”
His voice booms like thunder "NO. Do not bother me."
“Okay, okay.” She stands back and watches carefully.
The pillar of flame only grows larger, eventually claiming the clouds, burning them.
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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.
“Oh. Well, right now he’s making some minotaurs, so he might not want to be disturbed.”
"I can wait until he's finished but I'm not exactly trying to work for him."
“I know, but just if you wanted to see him at all.”
"Well I could tell him that I'm leaving the city of order. I have things to do other places anyway."
“I could tell him too, if you deem it necessary.”
"How about we go together? He probably won't kill me then."
“Good idea!” Balatro then heads back on his original path. “Say, I wrote this crazy joke down. You wanna hear it?”
"Totally." He follows Balatro, spinning his revolver on his finger "I don't know many gods that write jokes."
“Well, I’m a Demon. More of a skeleton. So I guess I follow different rules. Okay, so here’s how it goes.” He takes out a comically lengthy roll of parchment, and begins reading off of it. “‘Balatro: Why did the chicken cross the road?’ ‘Recipient/audience inquires as to why.’” He squints at the paper. “Aaaaaand that’s all I got right now. It needs work, to be sure, but there’s potential.”
"Hmmm. I like it, has potential for many different endings. That's what makes a good joke, potential." He wags a finger. "I don't want to be in any of these greater will wars any more. Cogin is a,ways threatening my life for no reason."
“He is? That’s not cool. And I agree, war isn’t cool. Tension, fear, and panic, that I can work with, but war is just stupid.”
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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.
A few more towns have been essentially wiped off the map. Only ash remains. Burnt skeletons throughout. But oddly, no bones from livestock remain. And there is nowhere enough ash for the size of the towns.
The old man notices the burnt zombies and moves to find out what is going on. *Could you do me a favor and kill Yamamoto?*
*if he fecks with foréir, sure*
he sees massive footprints leading away. Seemingly following the path of the fire
He follows the tracks. He unsheathes his blade, looking like its made of burnt coals.
After a few miles of walking, he sees an absolutely massive road sign. Not built for mortals. It says: The Never Ending Wildfire: 100,000 giants. The Outpost: 100 giants. *If you want him to die, go to the Never Ending Wildfire. And yes, the measure using their length*
He begins to walk toward the Never Ending Wildfire.
After a very long walk, He makes it to the edge of the Never Ending Wildfire. Several miles in the distance, he recognizes the volcano where Foréir threatened to end his life if he ever returned
He drags his blade through the dirt, making a meditation spot on the ground. He sits on the spot and flames shoot up around him, making a pillar of flame in the sky.
Sidore walks up behind the pillar, having seen it from a decent distance away. “There you are, you sadistic, fire-breathing monster.” She growls.
The pillar of flame slits "I will erase you from existence. Do not bother me." The pillar reseals itself.
“You’re not Foréir… are you one of his creations?!”
His voice booms like thunder "NO. Do not bother me."
“Okay, okay.” She stands back and watches carefully.
The pillar of flame only grows larger, eventually claiming the clouds, burning them.
She retreats slightly, holding up her shield. “What in the world…?” She murmurs.
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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.
“Oh. Well, right now he’s making some minotaurs, so he might not want to be disturbed.”
"I can wait until he's finished but I'm not exactly trying to work for him."
“I know, but just if you wanted to see him at all.”
"Well I could tell him that I'm leaving the city of order. I have things to do other places anyway."
“I could tell him too, if you deem it necessary.”
"How about we go together? He probably won't kill me then."
“Good idea!” Balatro then heads back on his original path. “Say, I wrote this crazy joke down. You wanna hear it?”
"Totally." He follows Balatro, spinning his revolver on his finger "I don't know many gods that write jokes."
“Well, I’m a Demon. More of a skeleton. So I guess I follow different rules. Okay, so here’s how it goes.” He takes out a comically lengthy roll of parchment, and begins reading off of it. “‘Balatro: Why did the chicken cross the road?’ ‘Recipient/audience inquires as to why.’” He squints at the paper. “Aaaaaand that’s all I got right now. It needs work, to be sure, but there’s potential.”
"Hmmm. I like it, has potential for many different endings. That's what makes a good joke, potential." He wags a finger. "I don't want to be in any of these greater will wars any more. Cogin is a,ways threatening my life for no reason."
“He is? That’s not cool. And I agree, war isn’t cool. Tension, fear, and panic, that I can work with, but war is just stupid.”
"That's why I'm leaving, I'm not dealing with any of it anymore. I'm going to build a city where no one has to pick a side."
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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.
“Oh. Well, right now he’s making some minotaurs, so he might not want to be disturbed.”
"I can wait until he's finished but I'm not exactly trying to work for him."
“I know, but just if you wanted to see him at all.”
"Well I could tell him that I'm leaving the city of order. I have things to do other places anyway."
“I could tell him too, if you deem it necessary.”
"How about we go together? He probably won't kill me then."
“Good idea!” Balatro then heads back on his original path. “Say, I wrote this crazy joke down. You wanna hear it?”
"Totally." He follows Balatro, spinning his revolver on his finger "I don't know many gods that write jokes."
“Well, I’m a Demon. More of a skeleton. So I guess I follow different rules. Okay, so here’s how it goes.” He takes out a comically lengthy roll of parchment, and begins reading off of it. “‘Balatro: Why did the chicken cross the road?’ ‘Recipient/audience inquires as to why.’” He squints at the paper. “Aaaaaand that’s all I got right now. It needs work, to be sure, but there’s potential.”
"Hmmm. I like it, has potential for many different endings. That's what makes a good joke, potential." He wags a finger. "I don't want to be in any of these greater will wars any more. Cogin is a,ways threatening my life for no reason."
“He is? That’s not cool. And I agree, war isn’t cool. Tension, fear, and panic, that I can work with, but war is just stupid.”
"That's why I'm leaving, I'm not dealing with any of it anymore. I'm going to build a city where no one has to pick a side."
“You know, that’s a good idea. How will you get the resources?”
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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.
The pillar of flame slits "I will erase you from existence. Do not bother me." The pillar reseals itself.
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
"Totally." He follows Balatro, spinning his revolver on his finger "I don't know many gods that write jokes."
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
“You’re not Foréir… are you one of his creations?!”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
His voice booms like thunder "NO. Do not bother me."
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
“Well, I’m a Demon. More of a skeleton. So I guess I follow different rules. Okay, so here’s how it goes.” He takes out a comically lengthy roll of parchment, and begins reading off of it. “‘Balatro: Why did the chicken cross the road?’ ‘Recipient/audience inquires as to why.’” He squints at the paper. “Aaaaaand that’s all I got right now. It needs work, to be sure, but there’s potential.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Okay, okay.” She stands back and watches carefully.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Hmmm. I like it, has potential for many different endings. That's what makes a good joke, potential." He wags a finger. "I don't want to be in any of these greater will wars any more. Cogin is a,ways threatening my life for no reason."
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
The pillar of flame only grows larger, eventually claiming the clouds, burning them.
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 is? That’s not cool. And I agree, war isn’t cool. Tension, fear, and panic, that I can work with, but war is just stupid.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
She retreats slightly, holding up her shield. “What in the world…?” She murmurs.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"That's why I'm leaving, I'm not dealing with any of it anymore. I'm going to build a city where no one has to pick a side."
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
The pillar turns white and the sky follows, turning a searing white glow.
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
“You know, that’s a good idea. How will you get the resources?”
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 can make infinite clones of myself. I can collect them myself, I'm a clone as a matter of fact."
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
Sidore casts protection from evil and good on herself, protecting herself from elementals.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Eventually the pillar's flames calm down, leaving the dirt underneath nothing but ash, Yamamoto still meditating.
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
“Really?” Balatro feigns shock. “I feel so deceived. Trust between us has been broken.”
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 WOULD YOU DO THAT?” She yells to him.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Happy Chaos laughs "You're funny, that's something I didn't expect. You should help me."
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 gets up, unsheathing his katana once again and walking towards her "Excuse me?"
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