If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
A book named Entangled falls out of the sky. It changes form to construct me. Hello
Converting the DSC's gift to your own cult's weapon was rather rude, I spent a lot of time on that >:(. Your clay priveleges have been revoked for a week, and you have to use a broom to clean the place up. *Truly one of the worst punishments*
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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
A book named Entangled falls out of the sky. It changes form to construct me. Hello
Converting the DSC's gift to your own cult's weapon was rather rude, I spent a lot of time on that >:(. Your clay priveleges have been revoked for a week, and you have to use a broom to clean the place up. *Truly one of the worst punishments*
Hey, I got you a lot more clay. 15 Tons to be specific.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
A book named Entangled falls out of the sky. It changes form to construct me. Hello
Converting the DSC's gift to your own cult's weapon was rather rude, I spent a lot of time on that >:(. Your clay priveleges have been revoked for a week, and you have to use a broom to clean the place up. *Truly one of the worst punishments*
Hey, I got you a lot more clay. 15 Tons to be specific.
Hardened clay. Which would break Jeff's non-existent teeth. For a gift we already had made and you tried to mess with in the first place. -_-
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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
A book named Entangled falls out of the sky. It changes form to construct me. Hello
Converting the DSC's gift to your own cult's weapon was rather rude, I spent a lot of time on that >:(. Your clay priveleges have been revoked for a week, and you have to use a broom to clean the place up. *Truly one of the worst punishments*
Hey, I got you a lot more clay. 15 Tons to be specific.
Hardened clay. Which would break Jeff's non-existent teeth. For a gift we already had made and you tried to mess with in the first place. -_-
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
A book named Entangled falls out of the sky. It changes form to construct me. Hello
Converting the DSC's gift to your own cult's weapon was rather rude, I spent a lot of time on that >:(. Your clay priveleges have been revoked for a week, and you have to use a broom to clean the place up. *Truly one of the worst punishments*
Hey, I got you a lot more clay. 15 Tons to be specific.
Hardened clay. Which would break Jeff's non-existent teeth. For a gift we already had made and you tried to mess with in the first place. -_-
Fine, here’s 50 tons of clay you can use.
Ok, but it won't change your punishment. We don't take bribes, and the only way to avoid this punishment is to prove yourself to Jeff in some way besides giving him stuff. Like a quest or something, but IDK what that would be.
A book named Entangled falls out of the sky. It changes form to construct me. Hello
Converting the DSC's gift to your own cult's weapon was rather rude, I spent a lot of time on that >:(. Your clay priveleges have been revoked for a week, and you have to use a broom to clean the place up. *Truly one of the worst punishments*
Hey, I got you a lot more clay. 15 Tons to be specific.
Hardened clay. Which would break Jeff's non-existent teeth. For a gift we already had made and you tried to mess with in the first place. -_-
Fine, here’s 50 tons of clay you can use.
Ok, but it won't change your punishment. We don't take bribes, and the only way to avoid this punishment is to prove yourself to Jeff in some way besides giving him stuff. Like a quest or something, but IDK what that would be.
I will send Soldier on a quest to face a tarasque.
Outcome: Death. Soldier’s ghost lingers over the lobby of Jeff. No one can see him.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
A boy, maybe 16 or 17, runs into the cult, this land where the followers of Jeff collect themselves. He blows a beautiful looking trumpet, before calling out.
"Hello!" He pulls out a very large script, unrolling it until its trailing along the floor. "The king has arrived!" he reads from it, before rolling it all back up again. Then he checks the note he wrote on his wrist, before reading out, "He brings g- gl- um, gl..or.. glorious gifts!" It's clear that this kid was chosen for his absolutely beaming smile and cheerful confidence, instead of his ability to read. He does blow the trumpet once more though, he's pretty good at that. He also happens to be the kings distant relative and wanted to do something to help.
More trumpets from the king's horsemen sing, and the king rides in with his men, a carriage pulled by a beautiful starborn horse following behind them.
The king seems happy to be amongst friends and allies, a little smile on his face as he nods at people in greeting and thanks them. His sword seems in tune with him, glowing through its sheath on his hip, and all his men's swords glow too as they enjoy arriving here. The king wears plated armour, a shining silver in colour but with an almost glowing green accent. Something forged both in the depths of the spider guild but also blessed by the people and creatures of the woods. There's poems inscribed across his shoulders, one for every battle won, people saved, or conflicted resolved. If this cult is home to any families, he makes sure to show any kids his billowing green cape, as magic sparks and protection wards basically radiate from it. He chuckles happily at their faces as he rides past on his unstoppable horse, Snowfire.
"Greetings, cult of Jeff." He smiles. "We bring gifts, as a show of thanks both for the brilliant items you graced us with, and for you help in the past conflict."
The carriage comes forward, and the king's men begin to unload its contents.
They bring forth many magic items, sweet foods from their home at the Kingdom, and many personal letters from both highly ranked members of the DSC, and ordinary townsfolk, all addressed to the cult of Jeff thanking them for their kindness and loyalty. The best gift of all though, is a little idea the king had, that he got help from his spider friends for. A robot made of the finest and sleekest metal, about as big as a typical grown human, with both magical and mechanical components. Named 064583//fourty, but known as "Sort-y 40" by workers at the DSC and spider guild, these bots specialise in the cataloging of information and items. Designed for the dragon slayers and spider guilders astral library's, it also works in any item sorting room, and this one even has a clay setting.
"I hope you might find use for our gifts, and know of how we value you, as allies and friends."
The king and his men then head off, smiling farwell, and the trumpet boy rides on the kings horse with him, seemingly very pleased with himself.
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Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
A boy, maybe 16 or 17, runs into the cult, this land where the followers of Jeff collect themselves. He blows a beautiful looking trumpet, before calling out.
"Hello!" He pulls out a very large script, unrolling it until its trailing along the floor. "The king has arrived!" he reads from it, before rolling it all back up again. Then he checks the note he wrote on his wrist, before reading out, "He brings g- gl- um, gl..or.. glorious gifts!" It's clear that this kid was chosen for his absolutely beaming smile and cheerful confidence, instead of his ability to read. He does blow the trumpet once more though, he's pretty good at that. He also happens to be the kings distant relative and wanted to do something to help.
More trumpets from the king's horsemen sing, and the king rides in with his men, a carriage pulled by a beautiful starborn horse following behind them.
The king seems happy to be amongst friends and allies, a little smile on his face as he nods at people in greeting and thanks them. His sword seems in tune with him, glowing through its sheath on his hip, and all his men's swords glow too as they enjoy arriving here. The king wears plated armour, a shining silver in colour but with an almost glowing green accent. Something forged both in the depths of the spider guild but also blessed by the people and creatures of the woods. There's poems inscribed across his shoulders, one for every battle won, people saved, or conflicted resolved. If this cult is home to any families, he makes sure to show any kids his billowing green cape, as magic sparks and protection wards basically radiate from it. He chuckles happily at their faces as he rides past on his unstoppable horse, Snowfire.
"Greetings, cult of Jeff." He smiles. "We bring gifts, as a show of thanks both for the brilliant items you graced us with, and for you help in the past conflict."
The carriage comes forward, and the king's men begin to unload its contents.
They bring forth many magic items, sweet foods from their home at the Kingdom, and many personal letters from both highly ranked members of the DSC, and ordinary townsfolk, all addressed to the cult of Jeff thanking them for their kindness and loyalty. The best gift of all though, is a little idea the king had, that he got help from his spider friends for. A robot made of the finest and sleekest metal, about as big as a typical grown human, with both magical and mechanical components. Named 064583//fourty, but known as "Sort-y 40" by workers at the DSC and spider guild, these bots specialise in the cataloging of information and items. Designed for the dragon slayers and spider guilders astral library's, it also works in any item sorting room, and this one even has a clay setting.
"I hope you might find use for our gifts, and know of how we value you, as allies and friends."
The king and his men then head off, smiling farwell, and the trumpet boy rides on the kings horse with him, seemingly very pleased with himself.
The Arch Cultist picks up the gifts. "Oh, we already got a gift in the form of a clay golem. We currently still haven't named it, but we'll think of something. The Dragon Slayers were the first to give. Nevertheless, we thank you for your gifts, and if you want us to give even more as you did then I'm sure we'll think of something." He tried to carry it but struggles, has the Sort-y 40 organize all of the gifts into a large box, starts carrying it, then remembers it is the exact same weight and it falls to the ground.
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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
A boy, maybe 16 or 17, runs into the cult, this land where the followers of Jeff collect themselves. He blows a beautiful looking trumpet, before calling out.
"Hello!" He pulls out a very large script, unrolling it until its trailing along the floor. "The king has arrived!" he reads from it, before rolling it all back up again. Then he checks the note he wrote on his wrist, before reading out, "He brings g- gl- um, gl..or.. glorious gifts!" It's clear that this kid was chosen for his absolutely beaming smile and cheerful confidence, instead of his ability to read. He does blow the trumpet once more though, he's pretty good at that. He also happens to be the kings distant relative and wanted to do something to help.
More trumpets from the king's horsemen sing, and the king rides in with his men, a carriage pulled by a beautiful starborn horse following behind them.
The king seems happy to be amongst friends and allies, a little smile on his face as he nods at people in greeting and thanks them. His sword seems in tune with him, glowing through its sheath on his hip, and all his men's swords glow too as they enjoy arriving here. The king wears plated armour, a shining silver in colour but with an almost glowing green accent. Something forged both in the depths of the spider guild but also blessed by the people and creatures of the woods. There's poems inscribed across his shoulders, one for every battle won, people saved, or conflicted resolved. If this cult is home to any families, he makes sure to show any kids his billowing green cape, as magic sparks and protection wards basically radiate from it. He chuckles happily at their faces as he rides past on his unstoppable horse, Snowfire.
"Greetings, cult of Jeff." He smiles. "We bring gifts, as a show of thanks both for the brilliant items you graced us with, and for you help in the past conflict."
The carriage comes forward, and the king's men begin to unload its contents.
They bring forth many magic items, sweet foods from their home at the Kingdom, and many personal letters from both highly ranked members of the DSC, and ordinary townsfolk, all addressed to the cult of Jeff thanking them for their kindness and loyalty. The best gift of all though, is a little idea the king had, that he got help from his spider friends for. A robot made of the finest and sleekest metal, about as big as a typical grown human, with both magical and mechanical components. Named 064583//fourty, but known as "Sort-y 40" by workers at the DSC and spider guild, these bots specialise in the cataloging of information and items. Designed for the dragon slayers and spider guilders astral library's, it also works in any item sorting room, and this one even has a clay setting.
"I hope you might find use for our gifts, and know of how we value you, as allies and friends."
The king and his men then head off, smiling farwell, and the trumpet boy rides on the kings horse with him, seemingly very pleased with himself.
The Arch Cultist picks up the gifts. "Oh, we already got a gift in the form of a clay golem. We currently still haven't named it, but we'll think of something. The Dragon Slayers were the first to give. Nevertheless, we thank you for your gifts, and if you want us to give even more as you did then I'm sure we'll think of something." He tried to carry it but struggles, has the Sort-y 40 organize all of the gifts into a large box, starts carrying it, then remembers it is the exact same weight and it falls to the ground.
"My Lord Arch Cultist! I see you are in need of assistance! I shall help you carry this load!"
A cat walks along and tries to help.
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Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
Did you miss the Soup?
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
Soupus
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Extended Signature!
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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
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
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A book named Entangled falls out of the sky. It changes form to construct me. Hello
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
Converting the DSC's gift to your own cult's weapon was rather rude, I spent a lot of time on that >:(. Your clay priveleges have been revoked for a week, and you have to use a broom to clean the place up. *Truly one of the worst punishments*
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
Hey, I got you a lot more clay. 15 Tons to be specific.
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
Hardened clay. Which would break Jeff's non-existent teeth. For a gift we already had made and you tried to mess with in the first place. -_-
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
Fine, here’s 50 tons of clay you can use.
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
Ok, but it won't change your punishment. We don't take bribes, and the only way to avoid this punishment is to prove yourself to Jeff in some way besides giving him stuff. Like a quest or something, but IDK what that would be.
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
I will send Soldier on a quest to face a tarasque.
Outcome: Death. Soldier’s ghost lingers over the lobby of Jeff. No one can see him.
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
Hello
I'm just a gay lil' Hedgehog
A boy, maybe 16 or 17, runs into the cult, this land where the followers of Jeff collect themselves. He blows a beautiful looking trumpet, before calling out.
"Hello!"
He pulls out a very large script, unrolling it until its trailing along the floor. "The king has arrived!" he reads from it, before rolling it all back up again. Then he checks the note he wrote on his wrist, before reading out, "He brings g- gl- um, gl..or.. glorious gifts!"
It's clear that this kid was chosen for his absolutely beaming smile and cheerful confidence, instead of his ability to read. He does blow the trumpet once more though, he's pretty good at that. He also happens to be the kings distant relative and wanted to do something to help.
More trumpets from the king's horsemen sing, and the king rides in with his men, a carriage pulled by a beautiful starborn horse following behind them.
The king seems happy to be amongst friends and allies, a little smile on his face as he nods at people in greeting and thanks them. His sword seems in tune with him, glowing through its sheath on his hip, and all his men's swords glow too as they enjoy arriving here.
The king wears plated armour, a shining silver in colour but with an almost glowing green accent. Something forged both in the depths of the spider guild but also blessed by the people and creatures of the woods. There's poems inscribed across his shoulders, one for every battle won, people saved, or conflicted resolved. If this cult is home to any families, he makes sure to show any kids his billowing green cape, as magic sparks and protection wards basically radiate from it. He chuckles happily at their faces as he rides past on his unstoppable horse, Snowfire.
"Greetings, cult of Jeff." He smiles. "We bring gifts, as a show of thanks both for the brilliant items you graced us with, and for you help in the past conflict."
The carriage comes forward, and the king's men begin to unload its contents.
They bring forth many magic items, sweet foods from their home at the Kingdom, and many personal letters from both highly ranked members of the DSC, and ordinary townsfolk, all addressed to the cult of Jeff thanking them for their kindness and loyalty. The best gift of all though, is a little idea the king had, that he got help from his spider friends for. A robot made of the finest and sleekest metal, about as big as a typical grown human, with both magical and mechanical components. Named 064583//fourty, but known as "Sort-y 40" by workers at the DSC and spider guild, these bots specialise in the cataloging of information and items. Designed for the dragon slayers and spider guilders astral library's, it also works in any item sorting room, and this one even has a clay setting.
"I hope you might find use for our gifts, and know of how we value you, as allies and friends."
The king and his men then head off, smiling farwell, and the trumpet boy rides on the kings horse with him, seemingly very pleased with himself.
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
The Arch Cultist picks up the gifts. "Oh, we already got a gift in the form of a clay golem. We currently still haven't named it, but we'll think of something. The Dragon Slayers were the first to give. Nevertheless, we thank you for your gifts, and if you want us to give even more as you did then I'm sure we'll think of something." He tried to carry it but struggles, has the Sort-y 40 organize all of the gifts into a large box, starts carrying it, then remembers it is the exact same weight and it falls to the ground.
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
Hello! Would you like to join us in eternal praising of Jeff? He's a very cool Roomba!
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
"My Lord Arch Cultist! I see you are in need of assistance! I shall help you carry this load!"
A cat walks along and tries to help.
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
DON'T TRUST SALEM AND NANER! I'M ON THE MOST!!!
Camp Half-Blood Archives
*Casually does the post with the same number as the year.*
Will anyone use necromancy to bring me back?
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
I'd love to! I love eternal praising of beings.
I'm just a gay lil' Hedgehog
I do have another cult, the Cult of The Guy, am I allowed to praise both beings?
I'm just a gay lil' Hedgehog
Ye
*Does it* Now get to cleaning. And don't attack random Tarrasques next time, what did the Tarrasque do to you?
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