"An intersection?" He says in a thick Appalachian accent, "Like a crossroads? No wonder this place is blinky. Now what's yer name an' what manner o' beast are ye?"
"I am Riftian, the deity that keeps these portals in order between threads and greets travellers. As for what I am, nobody really knows the true origins of the Nexus. It just came into being. Maybe the Council knows, but they will never tell."
"Nice tuh meet ye Riftian. I'm Jeremiah Davis. I've traveled far an' wide, but I ain't never been dimension hoppin'. Might take me a mite o' time 'fore I'm easy 'ere." He takes a step back to get a better look of the place.
"Tell me, what is the name of the thread you came from? And also, if you need anything, just say, "Hey, Riftian the mighty! I need something!" Even if I'm busy, my conscience will be able to go to multiple places at one."
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A figure staggers out of the House of Cato. His skin is almost paper-white, and looks as if it has been stretched over a bare skeleton, as opposed to any actual flesh. His body is covered in open wounds, and his eyes are bleeding a black liquid.
Riftian floats up to him, a different manifestation, the one talking to Jeremiah is still there.
"See? Different places!" Says the first one.
"Oh, my. You see like you are in desperate need of help. What can I do for you?" Says the second.
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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
"An intersection?" He says in a thick Appalachian accent, "Like a crossroads? No wonder this place is blinky. Now what's yer name an' what manner o' beast are ye?"
"I am Riftian, the deity that keeps these portals in order between threads and greets travellers. As for what I am, nobody really knows the true origins of the Nexus. It just came into being. Maybe the Council knows, but they will never tell."
"Nice tuh meet ye Riftian. I'm Jeremiah Davis. I've traveled far an' wide, but I ain't never been dimension hoppin'. Might take me a mite o' time 'fore I'm easy 'ere." He takes a step back to get a better look of the place.
"Tell me, what is the name of the thread you came from? And also, if you need anything, just say, "Hey, Riftian the mighty! I need something!" Even if I'm busy, my conscience will be able to go to multiple places at one."
"That's mighty kind o' ye. I'm from the hills an' hollers o' Appalachia, but I stumbled into a place wit' a cabin that were surrounded by boogers an' haints." He takes his hat off his head and scratches his dirty blonde head before placing it back in place.
'Oh, I'm aware. Nothing that we don't all deserve, you don't think? Or should we all be allowed to run amok, with no fear of the Consequences?'
He looks at the billboard with guidelines for a second. "Tell me, what thread are you from? Sounds like one that enjoys chaos, which isn't exactly what the fundamental order of the universe wants."
*Btw about the coordinates thread it does seem like the perfect thing for this I looked at it*
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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
"An intersection?" He says in a thick Appalachian accent, "Like a crossroads? No wonder this place is blinky. Now what's yer name an' what manner o' beast are ye?"
"I am Riftian, the deity that keeps these portals in order between threads and greets travellers. As for what I am, nobody really knows the true origins of the Nexus. It just came into being. Maybe the Council knows, but they will never tell."
"Nice tuh meet ye Riftian. I'm Jeremiah Davis. I've traveled far an' wide, but I ain't never been dimension hoppin'. Might take me a mite o' time 'fore I'm easy 'ere." He takes a step back to get a better look of the place.
"Tell me, what is the name of the thread you came from? And also, if you need anything, just say, "Hey, Riftian the mighty! I need something!" Even if I'm busy, my conscience will be able to go to multiple places at one."
"That's mighty kind o' ye. I'm from the hills an' hollers o' Appalachia, but I stumbled into a place wit' a cabin that was surrounded by boogers an' haints." He takes his hat off his head and scratches his dirty blonde head before placing it back in place.
"Hmmm... (He checks a clipboard) I'd guess, Cryptid Cabin?"
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Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
'Oh, I'm aware. Nothing that we don't all deserve, you don't think? Or should we all be allowed to run amok, with no fear of the Consequences?'
He looks at the billboard with guidelines for a second. "Tell me, what thread are you from? Sounds like one that enjoys chaos, which isn't exactly what the fundamental order of the universe wants."
*Btw about the coordinates thread it does seem like the perfect thing for this I looked at it*
'Chaos? Not exactly, The thread I am from is Neutral Evil. Which, I am not. I believe I am Lawful Good, actually. If there ever was such a thing as Good, anyway.'
"An intersection?" He says in a thick Appalachian accent, "Like a crossroads? No wonder this place is blinky. Now what's yer name an' what manner o' beast are ye?"
"I am Riftian, the deity that keeps these portals in order between threads and greets travellers. As for what I am, nobody really knows the true origins of the Nexus. It just came into being. Maybe the Council knows, but they will never tell."
"Nice tuh meet ye Riftian. I'm Jeremiah Davis. I've traveled far an' wide, but I ain't never been dimension hoppin'. Might take me a mite o' time 'fore I'm easy 'ere." He takes a step back to get a better look of the place.
"Tell me, what is the name of the thread you came from? And also, if you need anything, just say, "Hey, Riftian the mighty! I need something!" Even if I'm busy, my conscience will be able to go to multiple places at one."
"That's mighty kind o' ye. I'm from the hills an' hollers o' Appalachia, but I stumbled into a place wit' a cabin that was surrounded by boogers an' haints." He takes his hat off his head and scratches his dirty blonde head before placing it back in place.
"Hmmm... (He checks a clipboard) I'd guess, Cryptid Cabin?"
He shrugs, "Sounds 'bout right. That's what all 'ose high fallutin' scientist folk call 'em, cyrptids."
'Oh, I'm aware. Nothing that we don't all deserve, you don't think? Or should we all be allowed to run amok, with no fear of the Consequences?'
He looks at the billboard with guidelines for a second. "Tell me, what thread are you from? Sounds like one that enjoys chaos, which isn't exactly what the fundamental order of the universe wants."
*Btw about the coordinates thread it does seem like the perfect thing for this I looked at it*
'Chaos? Not exactly, The thread I am from is Neutral Evil. Which, I am not. I believe I am Lawful Good, actually. If there ever was such a thing as Good, anyway.'
Riftian checks his clipboard. "Hmm... Neutral Evil... You are from the House of Cato, are you not?"
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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
"An intersection?" He says in a thick Appalachian accent, "Like a crossroads? No wonder this place is blinky. Now what's yer name an' what manner o' beast are ye?"
"I am Riftian, the deity that keeps these portals in order between threads and greets travellers. As for what I am, nobody really knows the true origins of the Nexus. It just came into being. Maybe the Council knows, but they will never tell."
"Nice tuh meet ye Riftian. I'm Jeremiah Davis. I've traveled far an' wide, but I ain't never been dimension hoppin'. Might take me a mite o' time 'fore I'm easy 'ere." He takes a step back to get a better look of the place.
"Tell me, what is the name of the thread you came from? And also, if you need anything, just say, "Hey, Riftian the mighty! I need something!" Even if I'm busy, my conscience will be able to go to multiple places at one."
"That's mighty kind o' ye. I'm from the hills an' hollers o' Appalachia, but I stumbled into a place wit' a cabin that was surrounded by boogers an' haints." He takes his hat off his head and scratches his dirty blonde head before placing it back in place.
"Hmmm... (He checks a clipboard) I'd guess, Cryptid Cabin?"
He shrugs, "Sounds 'bout right. That's what all 'ose high fallutin' scientist folk call 'em, cyrptids."
"Well, welcome to the Nexus. Feel free to meet any other people you want too, if you need food there is the Crispy Rift. (He points to a tavern that looks a lot like a typical tavern minus the aura of interdimensional energy) If you want to go home to your thread or another one, just go in the proper building and enter the portal." Riftian disappears in, well, a rift.
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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
'Oh, I'm aware. Nothing that we don't all deserve, you don't think? Or should we all be allowed to run amok, with no fear of the Consequences?'
He looks at the billboard with guidelines for a second. "Tell me, what thread are you from? Sounds like one that enjoys chaos, which isn't exactly what the fundamental order of the universe wants."
*Btw about the coordinates thread it does seem like the perfect thing for this I looked at it*
'Chaos? Not exactly, The thread I am from is Neutral Evil. Which, I am not. I believe I am Lawful Good, actually. If there ever was such a thing as Good, anyway.'
Riftian checks his clipboard. "Hmm... Neutral Evil... You are from the House of Cato, are you not?"
'Indeed. Though one could argue that it is also my House. My counterpart likes the attention, and grabs the limelight. In truth, we are equals, but I prefer to remain locked away'
"An intersection?" He says in a thick Appalachian accent, "Like a crossroads? No wonder this place is blinky. Now what's yer name an' what manner o' beast are ye?"
"I am Riftian, the deity that keeps these portals in order between threads and greets travellers. As for what I am, nobody really knows the true origins of the Nexus. It just came into being. Maybe the Council knows, but they will never tell."
"Nice tuh meet ye Riftian. I'm Jeremiah Davis. I've traveled far an' wide, but I ain't never been dimension hoppin'. Might take me a mite o' time 'fore I'm easy 'ere." He takes a step back to get a better look of the place.
"Tell me, what is the name of the thread you came from? And also, if you need anything, just say, "Hey, Riftian the mighty! I need something!" Even if I'm busy, my conscience will be able to go to multiple places at one."
"That's mighty kind o' ye. I'm from the hills an' hollers o' Appalachia, but I stumbled into a place wit' a cabin that was surrounded by boogers an' haints." He takes his hat off his head and scratches his dirty blonde head before placing it back in place.
"Hmmm... (He checks a clipboard) I'd guess, Cryptid Cabin?"
He shrugs, "Sounds 'bout right. That's what all 'ose high fallutin' scientist folk call 'em, cyrptids."
"Well, welcome to the Nexus. Feel free to meet any other people you want too, if you need food there is the Crispy Rift. (He points to a tavern that looks a lot like a typical tavern minus the aura of interdimensional energy) If you want to go home to your thread or another one, just go in the proper building and enter the portal." Riftian disappears in, well, a rift.
"Hm, I could use a bit tuh eat." He heads over to the Crispy Rift and steps into the tavern.
'I wouldn't say brother, no. At least, I hope we're not related... But if you want to think of him as my evil twin, I can't see why not. He is the crime, I am the punishment. He is the action, I am the reaction. Except, I like to think I'm the one pulling the strings'
"An intersection?" He says in a thick Appalachian accent, "Like a crossroads? No wonder this place is blinky. Now what's yer name an' what manner o' beast are ye?"
"I am Riftian, the deity that keeps these portals in order between threads and greets travellers. As for what I am, nobody really knows the true origins of the Nexus. It just came into being. Maybe the Council knows, but they will never tell."
"Nice tuh meet ye Riftian. I'm Jeremiah Davis. I've traveled far an' wide, but I ain't never been dimension hoppin'. Might take me a mite o' time 'fore I'm easy 'ere." He takes a step back to get a better look of the place.
"Tell me, what is the name of the thread you came from? And also, if you need anything, just say, "Hey, Riftian the mighty! I need something!" Even if I'm busy, my conscience will be able to go to multiple places at one."
"That's mighty kind o' ye. I'm from the hills an' hollers o' Appalachia, but I stumbled into a place wit' a cabin that was surrounded by boogers an' haints." He takes his hat off his head and scratches his dirty blonde head before placing it back in place.
"Hmmm... (He checks a clipboard) I'd guess, Cryptid Cabin?"
He shrugs, "Sounds 'bout right. That's what all 'ose high fallutin' scientist folk call 'em, cyrptids."
"Well, welcome to the Nexus. Feel free to meet any other people you want too, if you need food there is the Crispy Rift. (He points to a tavern that looks a lot like a typical tavern minus the aura of interdimensional energy) If you want to go home to your thread or another one, just go in the proper building and enter the portal." Riftian disappears in, well, a rift.
"Hm, I could use a bit tuh eat." He heads over to the Crispy Rift and steps into the tavern.
As you step into the Crispy Rift, you hear sounds of laughter and enjoyment. Many dwell here, enjoying a meal and such. The bartender, someone also flipping between forms, is cleaning a glass and giving customers food.
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'I wouldn't say brother, no. At least, I hope we're not related... But if you want to think of him as my evil twin, I can't see why not. He is the crime, I am the punishment. He is the action, I am the reaction. Except, I like to think I'm the one pulling the strings'
"Interesting. And what do you do in there, precisely?" He seems curious.
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Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
'I wouldn't say brother, no. At least, I hope we're not related... But if you want to think of him as my evil twin, I can't see why not. He is the crime, I am the punishment. He is the action, I am the reaction. Except, I like to think I'm the one pulling the strings'
"Interesting. And what do you do in there, precisely?" He seems curious.
'What he does to others, I do to myself. And the other guilty. Otherwise, things would be very imbalanced'
As you step into the Crispy Rift, you hear sounds of laughter and enjoyment. Many dwell here, enjoying a meal and such. The bartender, someone also flipping between forms, is cleaning a glass and giving customers food.
Jeremiah walks over to the bar, "Hi'dy, could I have a glass o' whiskey?"
"Tell me, what is the name of the thread you came from? And also, if you need anything, just say, "Hey, Riftian the mighty! I need something!" Even if I'm busy, my conscience will be able to go to multiple places at one."
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Riftian floats up to him, a different manifestation, the one talking to Jeremiah is still there.
"See? Different places!" Says the first one.
"Oh, my. You see like you are in desperate need of help. What can I do for you?" Says the second.
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.
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'Help? Whyever would I need help?'
It's hard to tell if his expression is a smile or a grimace
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"You.. you have several wounds all over you. Your eyes are bleeding, too."
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Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
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'Oh, I'm aware. Nothing that we don't all deserve, you don't think? Or should we all be allowed to run amok, with no fear of the Consequences?'
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"That's mighty kind o' ye. I'm from the hills an' hollers o' Appalachia, but I stumbled into a place wit' a cabin that were surrounded by boogers an' haints." He takes his hat off his head and scratches his dirty blonde head before placing it back in place.
He looks at the billboard with guidelines for a second. "Tell me, what thread are you from? Sounds like one that enjoys chaos, which isn't exactly what the fundamental order of the universe wants."
*Btw about the coordinates thread it does seem like the perfect thing for this I looked at it*
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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.
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"Hmmm... (He checks a clipboard) I'd guess, Cryptid Cabin?"
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'Chaos? Not exactly, The thread I am from is Neutral Evil. Which, I am not. I believe I am Lawful Good, actually. If there ever was such a thing as Good, anyway.'
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He shrugs, "Sounds 'bout right. That's what all 'ose high fallutin' scientist folk call 'em, cyrptids."
Riftian checks his clipboard. "Hmm... Neutral Evil... You are from the House of Cato, are you not?"
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Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
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"Well, welcome to the Nexus. Feel free to meet any other people you want too, if you need food there is the Crispy Rift. (He points to a tavern that looks a lot like a typical tavern minus the aura of interdimensional energy) If you want to go home to your thread or another one, just go in the proper building and enter the portal." Riftian disappears in, well, a rift.
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Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
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'Indeed. Though one could argue that it is also my House. My counterpart likes the attention, and grabs the limelight. In truth, we are equals, but I prefer to remain locked away'
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"Hm, I could use a bit tuh eat." He heads over to the Crispy Rift and steps into the tavern.
*quote chain cut*
"Your counterpart? Are you Cato's brother or something like that?"
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'I wouldn't say brother, no. At least, I hope we're not related... But if you want to think of him as my evil twin, I can't see why not. He is the crime, I am the punishment. He is the action, I am the reaction. Except, I like to think I'm the one pulling the strings'
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As you step into the Crispy Rift, you hear sounds of laughter and enjoyment. Many dwell here, enjoying a meal and such. The bartender, someone also flipping between forms, is cleaning a glass and giving customers food.
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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.
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"Interesting. And what do you do in there, precisely?" He seems curious.
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'What he does to others, I do to myself. And the other guilty. Otherwise, things would be very imbalanced'
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Jeremiah walks over to the bar, "Hi'dy, could I have a glass o' whiskey?"