A large snail with an armored shell comes zooming out of the toy section on a remote control car yelling "WHEEEEEEEE!!" It sounds as if his voice is coming from inside your head instead of outside of it.
Ahh!" All of the mouths and eyes recoil in surprise. *Also, glad to see you've returned, Paco!*
"Nobody has manners these days," the snail mutters. *glad to be back. caution tho I might leave randomly so watch out for that. I have school and other things.*
The snail stops the car and looks up at him slowly. He stares just a little longer than is comfortable at Flint. He then exclaims "Hello there! How does it fare with you?"
'Good, I guess, though I'm a little lost. Who are you?'
"You cannot be lost! You are right where you are! It's simple! I am Clarkson VIII! Son of Clarkson VII! Son of Clarkson VI! Son of Clarkson V! Son of Clarkson IV! Son of Clarkson III! Son of Clarkson II! Son of Clarkson I! And what might your name be?"
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"There are things in the universe that are simply and purely evil.
A warrior does not seek to understand them, or to compromise with them.
Flint goes towards the bag and opens it. He takes a deep breath in, smelling the unmistakeable cheesy scent of doritos for the first time. 'They're safe for half-elves to eat, right?'
A large snail with an armored shell comes zooming out of the toy section on a remote control car yelling "WHEEEEEEEE!!" It sounds as if his voice is coming from inside your head instead of outside of it.
Ahh!" All of the mouths and eyes recoil in surprise. *Also, glad to see you've returned, Paco!*
"Nobody has manners these days," the snail mutters.
"I am terribly sorry, it's just that a snail zooming by in a remote control car can be startling."
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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D I chill on both Adohand's Kitchen and PbP.
Flint goes towards the bag and opens it. He takes a deep breath in, smelling the unmistakeable cheesy scent of doritos for the first time. 'They're safe for half-elves to eat, right?'
"I do not know. Most likely. Probably."
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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D I chill on both Adohand's Kitchen and PbP.
A large snail with an armored shell comes zooming out of the toy section on a remote control car yelling "WHEEEEEEEE!!" It sounds as if his voice is coming from inside your head instead of outside of it.
Ahh!" All of the mouths and eyes recoil in surprise. *Also, glad to see you've returned, Paco!*
"Nobody has manners these days," the snail mutters. *glad to be back. caution tho I might leave randomly so watch out for that. I have school and other things.*
The snail stops the car and looks up at him slowly. He stares just a little longer than is comfortable at Flint. He then exclaims "Hello there! How does it fare with you?"
'Good, I guess, though I'm a little lost. Who are you?'
"You cannot be lost! You are right where you are! It's simple! I am Clarkson VIII! Son of Clarkson VII! Son of Clarkson VI! Son of Clarkson V! Son of Clarkson IV! Son of Clarkson III! Son of Clarkson II! Son of Clarkson I! And what might your name be?"
Flint goes towards the bag and opens it. He takes a deep breath in, smelling the unmistakeable cheesy scent of doritos for the first time. 'They're safe for half-elves to eat, right?'
"I do not know. Most likely. Probably."
'Okay, here goes nothing then'
He eats a dorito, his eyes widening in joy. Then another. Then another. In the end, he tips the whole packet straight into his mouth, then grabs another
Flint goes towards the bag and opens it. He takes a deep breath in, smelling the unmistakeable cheesy scent of doritos for the first time. 'They're safe for half-elves to eat, right?'
"I do not know. Most likely. Probably."
'Okay, here goes nothing then'
He eats a dorito, his eyes widening in joy. Then another. Then another. In the end, he tips the whole packet straight into his mouth, then grabs another
"You really like those, huh?
What have we done?
Let me have some! I love cheesey chips, because they're cheesy!"
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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D I chill on both Adohand's Kitchen and PbP.
A large snail with an armored shell comes zooming out of the toy section on a remote control car yelling "WHEEEEEEEE!!" It sounds as if his voice is coming from inside your head instead of outside of it.
Ahh!" All of the mouths and eyes recoil in surprise. *Also, glad to see you've returned, Paco!*
"Nobody has manners these days," the snail mutters.
"I am terribly sorry, it's just that a snail zooming by in a remote control car can be startling."
"It is fine, my friend. I've just grown tired of the weird looks over the past few months. And what might your name be?
A large snail with an armored shell comes zooming out of the toy section on a remote control car yelling "WHEEEEEEEE!!" It sounds as if his voice is coming from inside your head instead of outside of it.
Ahh!" All of the mouths and eyes recoil in surprise. *Also, glad to see you've returned, Paco!*
"Nobody has manners these days," the snail mutters. *glad to be back. caution tho I might leave randomly so watch out for that. I have school and other things.*
The snail stops the car and looks up at him slowly. He stares just a little longer than is comfortable at Flint. He then exclaims "Hello there! How does it fare with you?"
'Good, I guess, though I'm a little lost. Who are you?'
"You cannot be lost! You are right where you are! It's simple! I am Clarkson VIII! Son of Clarkson VII! Son of Clarkson VI! Son of Clarkson V! Son of Clarkson IV! Son of Clarkson III! Son of Clarkson II! Son of Clarkson I! And what might your name be?"
'The name's Flint.'
"Interesting name. Where do you come from?"
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"There are things in the universe that are simply and purely evil.
A warrior does not seek to understand them, or to compromise with them.
A large snail with an armored shell comes zooming out of the toy section on a remote control car yelling "WHEEEEEEEE!!" It sounds as if his voice is coming from inside your head instead of outside of it.
Ahh!" All of the mouths and eyes recoil in surprise. *Also, glad to see you've returned, Paco!*
"Nobody has manners these days," the snail mutters.
"I am terribly sorry, it's just that a snail zooming by in a remote control car can be startling."
"It is fine, my friend. I've just grown tired of the weird looks over the past few months. And what might your name be?
"I have many titles. The Endless Maws, The Lord of Space and Time, but you can just call me Gibber."
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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D I chill on both Adohand's Kitchen and PbP.
Am I allowed to put a character from one of my campaigns into this?
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‘ too much of a bio to fit here. call me Bananer for short, I’m one of the forum’s resident insane things. I’m a nongender Therian (look it up!) and also a silver dragon (not my kintype, just a me thing.) I’m a rogue and wizard, and if you want more info on me, PM me, or ask someone else. I’m well known.
'What are doritos?'
*oh no Flint + Doritos is gonna be chaos*
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"Cheesy chips, with a variety of flavors. There's a bag over there." It leans it's body towards a bag.
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D I chill on both Adohand's Kitchen and PbP.
Come to the Messy Mammoth Tavern and Inn! A mysterious link of chain...
Don't join Bahamut's disco party! Praise potassium instead! And PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA!
Titles: The Eternal Muttering from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
"Nobody has manners these days," the snail mutters. *glad to be back. caution tho I might leave randomly so watch out for that. I have school and other things.*
"You cannot be lost! You are right where you are! It's simple! I am Clarkson VIII! Son of Clarkson VII! Son of Clarkson VI! Son of Clarkson V! Son of Clarkson IV! Son of Clarkson III! Son of Clarkson II! Son of Clarkson I! And what might your name be?"
"There are things in the universe that are simply and purely evil.
A warrior does not seek to understand them, or to compromise with them.
He seeks only to obliterate them."
Grand Admiral Thrawn
Flint goes towards the bag and opens it. He takes a deep breath in, smelling the unmistakeable cheesy scent of doritos for the first time. 'They're safe for half-elves to eat, right?'
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"I am terribly sorry, it's just that a snail zooming by in a remote control car can be startling."
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D I chill on both Adohand's Kitchen and PbP.
Come to the Messy Mammoth Tavern and Inn! A mysterious link of chain...
Don't join Bahamut's disco party! Praise potassium instead! And PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA!
Titles: The Eternal Muttering from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
"I do not know. Most likely. Probably."
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D I chill on both Adohand's Kitchen and PbP.
Come to the Messy Mammoth Tavern and Inn! A mysterious link of chain...
Don't join Bahamut's disco party! Praise potassium instead! And PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA!
Titles: The Eternal Muttering from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
'The name's Flint.'
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'Okay, here goes nothing then'
He eats a dorito, his eyes widening in joy. Then another. Then another. In the end, he tips the whole packet straight into his mouth, then grabs another
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"You really like those, huh?
What have we done?
Let me have some! I love cheesey chips, because they're cheesy!"
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D I chill on both Adohand's Kitchen and PbP.
Come to the Messy Mammoth Tavern and Inn! A mysterious link of chain...
Don't join Bahamut's disco party! Praise potassium instead! And PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA!
Titles: The Eternal Muttering from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
'Mind. Blown.'
Flint tosses a handful of doritos at the gibbering mouther. He has enough to share- he's grabbed 5 bags of them
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"It is fine, my friend. I've just grown tired of the weird looks over the past few months. And what might your name be?
"Interesting name. Where do you come from?"
"There are things in the universe that are simply and purely evil.
A warrior does not seek to understand them, or to compromise with them.
He seeks only to obliterate them."
Grand Admiral Thrawn
The mouths quickly grab them and practically tear them apart.
"I just hope it's still at least somewhat intact. (He chuckles)
CHEESE.
Yummy yumzers!
Nom nom nom!
Hey, don't talk with your mouth full."
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D I chill on both Adohand's Kitchen and PbP.
Come to the Messy Mammoth Tavern and Inn! A mysterious link of chain...
Don't join Bahamut's disco party! Praise potassium instead! And PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA!
Titles: The Eternal Muttering from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
'The sewers. But not the ones in this world, the ones under the YonStore, wherever that is'
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"I have many titles. The Endless Maws, The Lord of Space and Time, but you can just call me Gibber."
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D I chill on both Adohand's Kitchen and PbP.
Come to the Messy Mammoth Tavern and Inn! A mysterious link of chain...
Don't join Bahamut's disco party! Praise potassium instead! And PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA!
Titles: The Eternal Muttering from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
"I will do that then Gibber. What are these 'Doritos' I am hearing about?"
"There are things in the universe that are simply and purely evil.
A warrior does not seek to understand them, or to compromise with them.
He seeks only to obliterate them."
Grand Admiral Thrawn
"How interesting. Strange name for a store."
"There are things in the universe that are simply and purely evil.
A warrior does not seek to understand them, or to compromise with them.
He seeks only to obliterate them."
Grand Admiral Thrawn
'They are pure perfect amazingness condensed in triangle form'
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Am I allowed to put a character from one of my campaigns into this?
‘ too much of a bio to fit here. call me Bananer for short, I’m one of the forum’s resident insane things. I’m a nongender Therian (look it up!) and also a silver dragon (not my kintype, just a me thing.) I’m a rogue and wizard, and if you want more info on me, PM me, or ask someone else. I’m well known.
PM ME THE WORD BANANA! PRAISE JEFF! Check out my support thread! https://www.dndbeyond.com/forums/off-topic/adohands-kitchen/195676-just-a-support-thread
'No stranger than Walmart'
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"Really? I must try some then!"
"That is true."
"There are things in the universe that are simply and purely evil.
A warrior does not seek to understand them, or to compromise with them.
He seeks only to obliterate them."
Grand Admiral Thrawn