Something has woken up in the old carnival grounds out in the Grease.
Creaking metal, grinding gears, pounding pistons, buzzing green electric lights. Riding into town on some nightmarish spider-calliope is an animatronic clown, its painted metal body burned and melted in many places. It plays the keys masterfully, colorful smoke floating out of the self-cranking steam organ.
The robot on top seems to be enraptured by the menacing tune it plays.
Edward is sitting outside, tinkering tools spread around him as he is working on a contraption that looks like a head almost. Its made of brass and bronze with many wires sticking out from certain areas.
Something has woken up in the old carnival grounds out in the Grease.
Creaking metal, grinding gears, pounding pistons, buzzing green electric lights. Riding into town on some nightmarish spider-calliope is an animatronic clown, its painted metal body burned and melted in many places. It plays the keys masterfully, colorful smoke floating out of the self-cranking steam organ.
The robot on top seems to be enraptured by the menacing tune it plays.
Edward is sitting outside, tinkering tools spread around him as he is working on a contraption that looks like a head almost. Its made of brass and bronze with many wires sticking out from certain areas.
Edward looks up at it, tilting his head. He quickly covers his ears, wincing in pain.
"Thank you! Robogrim, at your service."He bows and sweeps off his hat, taking everything above his jaw with it. A wiry mechanical hand reaches out of the neck hole and offers Triley a piece of candy.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Triley tentatively scuttles up to the calliope
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
Edward looks up at it, tilting his head. He quickly covers his ears, wincing in pain.
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It stops as the song ends. The animatronic swivels in its seat and somersaults over to Triley.
"Hello, there!!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Hey nice song'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
The machine stops. "I'm sorry!" shouts the animatronic. "Are you okay, sir?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Thank you! Robogrim, at your service." He bows and sweeps off his hat, taking everything above his jaw with it. A wiry mechanical hand reaches out of the neck hole and offers Triley a piece of candy.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Triley takes the candy and sniffs it to see if it smells poisonous
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"Yes. I am fine. My ears are sensitive, however. It is not your fault." He said and smiled.
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π»πππ ππ ππ, ππππ π₯ππ π€ππ π¦π‘ π ππ π₯ππ
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"No, I should've accounted for disability when preparing my show. Is there anything you would like to see, other than quieter music?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
It smells a little like blood and oil.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He is unsure about the candy. Hi takes it and eats it
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
Mickey scampers up to the scary robot clown, sniffing at the candy.
Perception+Keen Smell to detect poison 6
Old school AD&D player, now learning to be a better DM dad
It doesn't seem to be poisoned. It's pretty old, though. Hi doesn't seem like the picky type, so I assume he finds nothing wrong with that.
The mechanical clown places its head back on.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"It is fine." he said and dug around in his bag for a moment before pulling out earmuffs.
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π'π§π πππ€π€ππ π₯ππ π₯π¦ππ π π π₯π¦πππππ£π€ ππππππππ
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Mickey wretches slightly and shakes his head at Triley.
Old school AD&D player, now learning to be a better DM dad
'Think he like. Thanks!'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
*By the way, imagine something like this when Robogrim removes his hat*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Hi, Iβm DrakenBrine, hereβs my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*horrifying*
Hi, Iβm DrakenBrine, hereβs my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!