I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3 Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Valentine hears him, and sits in the grass nearby to listen
The song is mournful, not in a "just sad" way, but in more of a "endless pool of despair" kind of way, ya know? It's the kind of song that really makes you feel every single emotion you've repressed in the past century. Basically, it sounds like something fitting for a funeral.
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Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
Somewhere deep within this Sanctum of Hell sat a man in a more Prison-Style of a cell. He laid there on the Bed, the air suddenly entering his nose as he awoken from his slumber Mm, The air is sweet- no, it's salty. He smacked his lips Can't taste any booze either, I'm not home. He paused a moment, his train of thought drifting else where Home, where is home- Wait, Where am I to begin with? He looked around, the blank, concrete walls surrounding him gave him a sense of urgency. A Stone ocean with no color in sight Where am I? Wait- No Who am I? Who- I...Charlie, Charlie Brimwater. He took a Breath, the air around him swirling as he sat up. A Face of confusion and anger soon swelled his face. Where am I- No, Better question: What Happened? He sighed, judging by his facial structure he was of 34 years of age. He looked at the unlock door and stood up exiting his cell and looking around. He took in the sudden gust of fresh air and savored it. He took a step out, His attire; A Pure white prison outfit. A Tag was tied around his wrist; Patient 2-6A
When he was young, Barrow was raised by a plague doctor and had superstitions as such. He thought himself "pure" and acted as such.
Nobody knows where his 'illness' came from. He just fainted one day while saying prayers. after the first night, 4 villagers were found dead in their homes with looks of utter horror and shock on their faces. A dark shape, mistaken by the priests to be a demon, was seen stalking into Barrow's house at sunrise, and the unfortunate teen was knocked out and carted off to the only place that they new he could be dealt with; the Better Days Sanatorium.
The monster leaves Barrow at night, stalking and killing those its host dislikes and loves the most. It cannot stand sunlight but is fine in light from a torch.*
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Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My Baalzeboopical title is The New Hunter! I have been proclaimed theArcane Oryctolagus By the great artificer Salem!
Somewhere deep within this Sanctum of Hell sat a man in a more Prison-Style of a cell. He laid there on the Bed, the air suddenly entering his nose as he awoken from his slumber Mm, The air is sweet- no, it's salty. He smacked his lips Can't taste any booze either, I'm not home. He paused a moment, his train of thought drifting else where Home, where is home- Wait, Where am I to begin with? He looked around, the blank, concrete walls surrounding him gave him a sense of urgency. A Stone ocean with no color in sight Where am I? Wait- No Who am I? Who- I...Charlie, Charlie Brimwater. He took a Breath, the air around him swirling as he sat up. A Face of confusion and anger soon swelled his face. Where am I- No, Better question: What Happened? He sighed, judging by his facial structure he was of 34 years of age. He looked at the unlock door and stood up exiting his cell and looking around. He took in the sudden gust of fresh air and savored it. He took a step out, His attire; A Pure white prison outfit. A Tag was tied around his wrist; Patient 2-6A
He took a couple more steps into the hallways, The sound of his shoe's on the clean floor echoed down the halls. He took a deep breath to calm his nerves Creepy as Hell it is in here. He looked down each Corridor, seeing the abundance of cells like his, Did he end up in prison? He leaned against the wall his head reached to look up at the roof. He felt bad for himself. He straightened himself. For a place with alot of cells I don't see to many people. He looked at the barren halls. He took more and more steps until he saw the door to the basement, The Door says not to enter, thus I shall not enter. He walked forward away from the door, He entered the cafeteria.Seriously? NO one is here? He was baffled. He sat down at one of the tables and began to think,What happened exactly?
*mmmm, sure. I think I can join this* *Also pyromania, my go to*
Colt is sat in a hall, whistling to himself
Charlie looks over at the person in the hall, Bout Damn time I saw someone, Please don't be weird. He walked over to him, Chalie himself stood at 5'8 near 226lbs He had a stubble covering his chin and dark brown hair, usually unkempt and rather bed-ridden. He stuck up his hand and waved now speaking, His voice sounded strange, it signal that he smoked and may have been an Alcoholic. "Heya, Uh, Would you mind telling me what prison we are currently in?" He had a rather distinct southern accent.
*mmmm, sure. I think I can join this* *Also pyromania, my go to*
Colt is sat in a hall, whistling to himself
Charlie looks over at the person in the hall, Bout Damn time I saw someone, Please don't be weird. He walked over to him, Chalie himself stood at 5'8 near 226lbs He had a stubble covering his chin and dark brown hair, usually unkempt and rather bed-ridden. He stuck up his hand and waved now speaking, His voice sounded strange, it signal that he smoked and may have been an Alcoholic. "Heya, Uh, Would you mind telling me what prison we are currently in?" He had a rather distinct southern accent.
*mmmm, sure. I think I can join this* *Also pyromania, my go to*
Colt is sat in a hall, whistling to himself
Charlie looks over at the person in the hall, Bout Damn time I saw someone, Please don't be weird. He walked over to him, Chalie himself stood at 5'8 near 226lbs He had a stubble covering his chin and dark brown hair, usually unkempt and rather bed-ridden. He stuck up his hand and waved now speaking, His voice sounded strange, it signal that he smoked and may have been an Alcoholic. "Heya, Uh, Would you mind telling me what prison we are currently in?" He had a rather distinct southern accent.
"Itsonly a prison if you're sick." The boy says
He paused, Sick? Did I enter some penitentiary? I know I can do some messed up stuff but I'm not mental! He shook his head "Pal, Where EXACTLY ae we?" He dreaded the answer
*mmmm, sure. I think I can join this* *Also pyromania, my go to*
Colt is sat in a hall, whistling to himself
Charlie looks over at the person in the hall, Bout Damn time I saw someone, Please don't be weird. He walked over to him, Chalie himself stood at 5'8 near 226lbs He had a stubble covering his chin and dark brown hair, usually unkempt and rather bed-ridden. He stuck up his hand and waved now speaking, His voice sounded strange, it signal that he smoked and may have been an Alcoholic. "Heya, Uh, Would you mind telling me what prison we are currently in?" He had a rather distinct southern accent.
"Itsonly a prison if you're sick." The boy says
He paused, Sick? Did I enter some penitentiary? I know I can do some messed up stuff but I'm not mental! He shook his head "Pal, Where EXACTLY ae we?" He dreaded the answer
"Welcome to the better days Sanatorium. And just so you know? Five minutes ago, when you didn't know where you were, is the best time you're gonna have here."
*mmmm, sure. I think I can join this* *Also pyromania, my go to*
Colt is sat in a hall, whistling to himself
Charlie looks over at the person in the hall, Bout Damn time I saw someone, Please don't be weird. He walked over to him, Chalie himself stood at 5'8 near 226lbs He had a stubble covering his chin and dark brown hair, usually unkempt and rather bed-ridden. He stuck up his hand and waved now speaking, His voice sounded strange, it signal that he smoked and may have been an Alcoholic. "Heya, Uh, Would you mind telling me what prison we are currently in?" He had a rather distinct southern accent.
" "Itsonly a prison if you're sick." The boy says
He paused, Sick? Did I enter some penitentiary? I know I can do some messed up stuff but I'm not mental! He shook his head "Pal, Where EXACTLY ae we?" He dreaded the answer
"Welcome to the better days Sanatorium. And just so you know? Five minutes ago, when you didn't know where you were, is the best time you're gonna have here."
"We are where? The Hell's a Sanatorium?" He stood there when it hit him, He is having a conversation...He didn't need to have. All he has to do is find the warden and explain to him that he may have had a few drinks and done some stuff he didn't need to. He smiled and looked around before looking at Colt again "Where could I find the warden of this- uh Sanatorium?"
*mmmm, sure. I think I can join this* *Also pyromania, my go to*
Colt is sat in a hall, whistling to himself
Charlie looks over at the person in the hall, Bout Damn time I saw someone, Please don't be weird. He walked over to him, Chalie himself stood at 5'8 near 226lbs He had a stubble covering his chin and dark brown hair, usually unkempt and rather bed-ridden. He stuck up his hand and waved now speaking, His voice sounded strange, it signal that he smoked and may have been an Alcoholic. "Heya, Uh, Would you mind telling me what prison we are currently in?" He had a rather distinct southern accent.
" "Itsonly a prison if you're sick." The boy says
He paused, Sick? Did I enter some penitentiary? I know I can do some messed up stuff but I'm not mental! He shook his head "Pal, Where EXACTLY ae we?" He dreaded the answer
"Welcome to the better days Sanatorium. And just so you know? Five minutes ago, when you didn't know where you were, is the best time you're gonna have here."
"We are where? The Hell's a Sanatorium?" He stood there when it hit him, He is having a conversation...He didn't need to have. All he has to do is find the warden and explain to him that he may have had a few drinks and done some stuff he didn't need to. He smiled and looked around before looking at Colt again "Where could I find the warden of this- uh Sanatorium?"
*mmmm, sure. I think I can join this* *Also pyromania, my go to*
Colt is sat in a hall, whistling to himself
Charlie looks over at the person in the hall, Bout Damn time I saw someone, Please don't be weird. He walked over to him, Chalie himself stood at 5'8 near 226lbs He had a stubble covering his chin and dark brown hair, usually unkempt and rather bed-ridden. He stuck up his hand and waved now speaking, His voice sounded strange, it signal that he smoked and may have been an Alcoholic. "Heya, Uh, Would you mind telling me what prison we are currently in?" He had a rather distinct southern accent.
" "Itsonly a prison if you're sick." The boy says
He paused, Sick? Did I enter some penitentiary? I know I can do some messed up stuff but I'm not mental! He shook his head "Pal, Where EXACTLY ae we?" He dreaded the answer
"Welcome to the better days Sanatorium. And just so you know? Five minutes ago, when you didn't know where you were, is the best time you're gonna have here."
"We are where? The Hell's a Sanatorium?" He stood there when it hit him, He is having a conversation...He didn't need to have. All he has to do is find the warden and explain to him that he may have had a few drinks and done some stuff he didn't need to. He smiled and looked around before looking at Colt again "Where could I find the warden of this- uh Sanatorium?"
"Somewhere in the basement probably." He shrugs
"Thank you Kindly sir, Ha Ha! I'm on my way to leaving this hellhole." He walks off now arriving at the basement, His eyes drift down to the doorknob. Something stopped him though, Why would a place have a basement but not allow anyone to go down there? Sweat poured down him, he was nervous. His hands ever so lightly grabbed ahold of the knob as he opened the door, the sudden cold air RUSHING into his face. He took a step onto the staircase, a shiver went down his spine.
Cain Nightshade emerges from his office and begins wandering the halls. He's a grim man, with pale skin and angular features. His long black coat swishing across the ground makes an unsettling sound as he passes each room.
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3 Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3 Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
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This is dedicated o our friend wengifo
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
The song is mournful, not in a "just sad" way, but in more of a "endless pool of despair" kind of way, ya know? It's the kind of song that really makes you feel every single emotion you've repressed in the past century. Basically, it sounds like something fitting for a funeral.
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
Hi. Think it’s cool that you did this for Wendigo. I will join, already had some characters in the Sanatorium.
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
*I will bring back the delusion! and be relevant!*
A man sits, staring at nothing. He's muttering to himself, and something dark flashes in his eyes every few seconds.
Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My Baalzeboopical title is The New Hunter! I have been proclaimed the Arcane Oryctolagus By the great artificer Salem!
He hears loud, mournful bagpipe music coming from the direction of the courtyard.
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
He snaps out of his trance, looking out of the window. He looks rather mournful himself. He, after looking around for a few seconds, faints.
*Poor old Barrow Woods can hardly stay awake at day, he is VERY active at night*
Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My Baalzeboopical title is The New Hunter! I have been proclaimed the Arcane Oryctolagus By the great artificer Salem!
Somewhere deep within this Sanctum of Hell sat a man in a more Prison-Style of a cell. He laid there on the Bed, the air suddenly entering his nose as he awoken from his slumber Mm, The air is sweet- no, it's salty. He smacked his lips Can't taste any booze either, I'm not home. He paused a moment, his train of thought drifting else where Home, where is home- Wait, Where am I to begin with? He looked around, the blank, concrete walls surrounding him gave him a sense of urgency. A Stone ocean with no color in sight Where am I? Wait- No Who am I? Who- I...Charlie, Charlie Brimwater. He took a Breath, the air around him swirling as he sat up. A Face of confusion and anger soon swelled his face. Where am I- No, Better question: What Happened? He sighed, judging by his facial structure he was of 34 years of age. He looked at the unlock door and stood up exiting his cell and looking around. He took in the sudden gust of fresh air and savored it. He took a step out, His attire; A Pure white prison outfit. A Tag was tied around his wrist; Patient 2-6A
Life's amusing and it knows
*To give some detail on Barrow woods' delusion...
When he was young, Barrow was raised by a plague doctor and had superstitions as such. He thought himself "pure" and acted as such.
Nobody knows where his 'illness' came from. He just fainted one day while saying prayers. after the first night, 4 villagers were found dead in their homes with looks of utter horror and shock on their faces. A dark shape, mistaken by the priests to be a demon, was seen stalking into Barrow's house at sunrise, and the unfortunate teen was knocked out and carted off to the only place that they new he could be dealt with; the Better Days Sanatorium.
The monster leaves Barrow at night, stalking and killing those its host dislikes and loves the most. It cannot stand sunlight but is fine in light from a torch.*
Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My Baalzeboopical title is The New Hunter! I have been proclaimed the Arcane Oryctolagus By the great artificer Salem!
He took a couple more steps into the hallways, The sound of his shoe's on the clean floor echoed down the halls. He took a deep breath to calm his nerves Creepy as Hell it is in here. He looked down each Corridor, seeing the abundance of cells like his, Did he end up in prison? He leaned against the wall his head reached to look up at the roof. He felt bad for himself. He straightened himself. For a place with alot of cells I don't see to many people. He looked at the barren halls. He took more and more steps until he saw the door to the basement, The Door says not to enter, thus I shall not enter. He walked forward away from the door, He entered the cafeteria. Seriously? NO one is here? He was baffled. He sat down at one of the tables and began to think, What happened exactly?
Life's amusing and it knows
*mmmm, sure. I think I can join this* *Also pyromania, my go to*
Colt is sat in a hall, whistling to himself
Charlie looks over at the person in the hall, Bout Damn time I saw someone, Please don't be weird. He walked over to him, Chalie himself stood at 5'8 near 226lbs He had a stubble covering his chin and dark brown hair, usually unkempt and rather bed-ridden. He stuck up his hand and waved now speaking, His voice sounded strange, it signal that he smoked and may have been an Alcoholic. "Heya, Uh, Would you mind telling me what prison we are currently in?" He had a rather distinct southern accent.
Life's amusing and it knows
"Itsonly a prison if you're sick." The boy says
He paused, Sick? Did I enter some penitentiary? I know I can do some messed up stuff but I'm not mental! He shook his head "Pal, Where EXACTLY ae we?" He dreaded the answer
Life's amusing and it knows
"Welcome to the better days Sanatorium. And just so you know? Five minutes ago, when you didn't know where you were, is the best time you're gonna have here."
"We are where? The Hell's a Sanatorium?" He stood there when it hit him, He is having a conversation...He didn't need to have. All he has to do is find the warden and explain to him that he may have had a few drinks and done some stuff he didn't need to. He smiled and looked around before looking at Colt again "Where could I find the warden of this- uh Sanatorium?"
Life's amusing and it knows
"Somewhere in the basement probably." He shrugs
"Thank you Kindly sir, Ha Ha! I'm on my way to leaving this hellhole." He walks off now arriving at the basement, His eyes drift down to the doorknob. Something stopped him though, Why would a place have a basement but not allow anyone to go down there? Sweat poured down him, he was nervous. His hands ever so lightly grabbed ahold of the knob as he opened the door, the sudden cold air RUSHING into his face. He took a step onto the staircase, a shiver went down his spine.
Life's amusing and it knows
Cain Nightshade emerges from his office and begins wandering the halls. He's a grim man, with pale skin and angular features. His long black coat swishing across the ground makes an unsettling sound as he passes each room.
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, also the descriptions for these guys are in the OG thread*
The artificer is acting normal for once, eating in the cafeteria.
The man who thinks he's a god is sweeping up the 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, firstborn child and liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer (Drummer), the Endless Maws (Isis), the Mad Murderer (PJ), more on my extended sig
Cain enters the cafeteria and eyes the artificer
*what does he look like?*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)