"Put the fries in the bag, man." "I swear to God if you don't shut up I'm putting you in a bag." "Excuse me?" "We don't have one big enough for you, so I'd have to cut you into teeny tiny pieces." "I would like to speak to your manager!" "He's in the nuggets." "...What is that supposed to-" "He's in the nuggets." "...Oh... Oh God..." "He's in the nuggets."
"Put the fries in the bag, man." "I swear to God if you don't shut up I'm putting you in a bag." "Excuse me?" "We don't have one big enough for you, so I'd have to cut you into teeny tiny pieces." "I would like to speak to your manager!" "He's in the nuggets." "...What is that supposed to-" "He's in the nuggets." "...Oh... Oh God..." "He's in the nuggets."
Is that perchance a McDonalds’ order?
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The Soft in the Storm, your Friendly Neighborhood Storysmith, The Fae Conspirator two wrenns flap tenderly underneath the skies, eyes lying of their pursuit of the prize but when all cards are thrown down and evils surmise,
player 1."i did not know her name. I just need to eat a human corpse everyday or I die"
npc "it matters not that you need to feast. you choose to kill the first dream weaver."
player 2's device "chicken jockey."
[there was silence as that ruined the important scene]
player 2 "i'm sorry I thought that was on silence"
something that happened at my DND session
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a good dm with a lot of lore and homebrew. a member of the faction of E and cultist of Jeff. keeper of a story yet to be told. prefers no pronouns bwt due to the events of twist a wish thread pronouns are now E/E.
"Put the fries in the bag, man."
"I swear to God if you don't shut up I'm putting you in a bag."
"Excuse me?"
"We don't have one big enough for you, so I'd have to cut you into teeny tiny pieces."
"I would like to speak to your manager!"
"He's in the nuggets."
"...What is that supposed to-"
"He's in the nuggets."
"...Oh... Oh God..."
"He's in the nuggets."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Is that perchance a McDonalds’ order?
(_~.~_)
The Soft in the Storm, your Friendly Neighborhood Storysmith, The Fae Conspirator
two wrenns flap tenderly underneath the skies,
eyes lying of their pursuit of the prize
but when all cards are thrown down and evils surmise,
then comes the time that the weaker must rise
[~.~]
player 1."i did not know her name. I just need to eat a human corpse everyday or I die"
npc "it matters not that you need to feast. you choose to kill the first dream weaver."
player 2's device "chicken jockey."
[there was silence as that ruined the important scene]
player 2 "i'm sorry I thought that was on silence"
something that happened at my DND session
a good dm with a lot of lore and homebrew. a member of the faction of E and cultist of Jeff. keeper of a story yet to be told. prefers no pronouns bwt due to the events of twist a wish thread pronouns are now E/E.
An RP session:
"I hope we make it out alive." -My brother
"I will." - Me
"Comforting. Really comforting, sir." - My brother
Snarky pyromaniac with two braincells to rub together. Reasonably dangerous. Do not engage.
"Wow. Kookookachu got screwed." - Wolverine
"Fine, I understand. After all, you've lied to everyone else, I was beginning to feel left out." - The Genie in Aladdin
"Donkey, two things, okay? Shut. Up." - Shrek