*Stimming = mentally ill loner WITH A SOCIETY THAT ABANDONS-*
"I shouldn't expect so! I'd be seeing a lot more acid burns if that were the case!" He giggles with the emotional sensitivity of a rock. "My adventures aren't always terrible! That's just what most of my repeat clientele desires! And, if you haven't noticed, I am my longest-lasting client!"
"You do it to yourself?" He asked, her tone laced with concern again.
He chuckles darkly. "Why not? The entire train is built out of my own nightmares! It's not called a Nightmare Engine for nothing!"
Xan eyebrows furrow and he boops their nose again "No. Thats bad. It's one thing to do it to others but to do it to yourself is clearly affecting your mental health." He spoke, his eyes glinting in worry.
A man, about 25, wearing a black suit and tie with black dress pants and fancy shoes is wandering the circles. His warm brown eyes examine everything, looking for value. His short cut black hair is neatly groomed. He flips a solid gold coin as he walks.
Xan looks over, taking a drag. He smirks "Oy, daddy."
A man, about 25, wearing a black suit and tie with black dress pants and fancy shoes is wandering the circles. His warm brown eyes examine everything, looking for value. His short cut black hair is neatly groomed. He flips a solid gold coin as he walks.
Xan looks over, taking a drag. He smirks "Oy, daddy."
His eyes land on Xan. "Can I help you?" he asks, voice soft, still flipping the coin
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A man, about 25, wearing a black suit and tie with black dress pants and fancy shoes is wandering the circles. His warm brown eyes examine everything, looking for value. His short cut black hair is neatly groomed. He flips a solid gold coin as he walks.
Xan looks over, taking a drag. He smirks "Oy, daddy."
His eyes land on Xan. "Can I help you?" he asks, voice soft, still flipping the coin
"Wanna spend your money on something good?" He asked, tilting his head.
He chuckles darkly. "Why not? The entire train is built out of my own nightmares! It's not called a Nightmare Engine for nothing!"
Xan eyebrows furrow and he boops their nose again "No. Thats bad. It's one thing to do it to others but to do it to yourself is clearly affecting your mental health." He spoke, his eyes glinting in worry.
He chuckles with a strange glee. It sounds almost sadistic for some reason. "Really? Have you seen what I'm like when the engine isn't running? I can barely move I'm so f*cking miserable! Every day I can get up, knowing that there is a fresh hell to face every morning! Something new to stimulate my mind! It's so wonderful if you can stand the pain!" There's a strange tone in his voice. A dangerous inflection.
A man, about 25, wearing a black suit and tie with black dress pants and fancy shoes is wandering the circles. His warm brown eyes examine everything, looking for value. His short cut black hair is neatly groomed. He flips a solid gold coin as he walks.
Xan looks over, taking a drag. He smirks "Oy, daddy."
His eyes land on Xan. "Can I help you?" he asks, voice soft, still flipping the coin
"Wanna spend your money on something good?" He asked, tilting his head.
"Whaddya mean pretty boy?"
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He chuckles darkly. "Why not? The entire train is built out of my own nightmares! It's not called a Nightmare Engine for nothing!"
Xan eyebrows furrow and he boops their nose again "No. Thats bad. It's one thing to do it to others but to do it to yourself is clearly affecting your mental health." He spoke, his eyes glinting in worry.
He chuckles with a strange glee. It sounds almost sadistic for some reason. "Really? Have you seen what I'm like when the engine isn't running? I can barely move I'm so f*cking miserable! Every day I can get up, knowing that there is a fresh hell to face every morning! Something new to stimulate my mind! It's so wonderful if you can stand the pain!" There's a strange tone in his voice. A dangerous inflection.
Xan sighs and takes another drag. "You are relying on something to keep you moving, to keep you so you don't end up back in that hell of your own mind.. I know what that is like. Drugs are a vice of mine... But for you its different. You have to have that engine run or you will become worse and worse mentally. You'll become a shell, a miserable shell." He leans down and picks him up, hugging him.
A man, about 25, wearing a black suit and tie with black dress pants and fancy shoes is wandering the circles. His warm brown eyes examine everything, looking for value. His short cut black hair is neatly groomed. He flips a solid gold coin as he walks.
Xan looks over, taking a drag. He smirks "Oy, daddy."
His eyes land on Xan. "Can I help you?" he asks, voice soft, still flipping the coin
"Wanna spend your money on something good?" He asked, tilting his head.
"Whaddya mean pretty boy?"
"I'll do anything for some cash. Pick your poison." He said and blew a drag out smoke from his lips.
A man, about 25, wearing a black suit and tie with black dress pants and fancy shoes is wandering the circles. His warm brown eyes examine everything, looking for value. His short cut black hair is neatly groomed. He flips a solid gold coin as he walks.
Xan looks over, taking a drag. He smirks "Oy, daddy."
His eyes land on Xan. "Can I help you?" he asks, voice soft, still flipping the coin
"Wanna spend your money on something good?" He asked, tilting his head.
"Whaddya mean pretty boy?"
"I'll do anything for some cash. Pick your poison." He said and blew a drag out smoke from his lips.
He waves the smoke out of his face, eyes glinting slightly. He pulls out a wad of cash
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A man, about 25, wearing a black suit and tie with black dress pants and fancy shoes is wandering the circles. His warm brown eyes examine everything, looking for value. His short cut black hair is neatly groomed. He flips a solid gold coin as he walks.
Xan looks over, taking a drag. He smirks "Oy, daddy."
His eyes land on Xan. "Can I help you?" he asks, voice soft, still flipping the coin
"Wanna spend your money on something good?" He asked, tilting his head.
"Whaddya mean pretty boy?"
"I'll do anything for some cash. Pick your poison." He said and blew a drag out smoke from his lips.
He waves the smoke out of his face, eyes glinting slightly. He pulls out a wad of cash
*Xan: [looking over the dollars] is this monopoly money?*
Xan counts the bills, checking them before stubbing his cigarette out and standing up. He snaps his fingers and a glowing green band wraps around his neck. "24 hours cutie."
A man, about 25, wearing a black suit and tie with black dress pants and fancy shoes is wandering the circles. His warm brown eyes examine everything, looking for value. His short cut black hair is neatly groomed. He flips a solid gold coin as he walks.
Xan looks over, taking a drag. He smirks "Oy, daddy."
His eyes land on Xan. "Can I help you?" he asks, voice soft, still flipping the coin
"Wanna spend your money on something good?" He asked, tilting his head.
"Whaddya mean pretty boy?"
"I'll do anything for some cash. Pick your poison." He said and blew a drag out smoke from his lips.
He waves the smoke out of his face, eyes glinting slightly. He pulls out a wad of cash
*Xan: [looking over the dollars] is this monopoly money?*
Xan counts the bills, checking them before stubbing his cigarette out and standing up. He snaps his fingers and a glowing green band wraps around his neck. "24 hours cutie."
*Neil: Whattt noooo*
"Mmm, lead the way."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Xan eyebrows furrow and he boops their nose again "No. Thats bad. It's one thing to do it to others but to do it to yourself is clearly affecting your mental health." He spoke, his eyes glinting in worry.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Xan looks over, taking a drag. He smirks "Oy, daddy."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Xan stares at them, a smile spreading to his face as he looks at them fondly. "Thank you dear." He purrs and kisses their cheek.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
His eyes land on Xan. "Can I help you?" he asks, voice soft, still flipping the coin
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Wanna spend your money on something good?" He asked, tilting his head.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Armaros turns red with glee. "I'm glad you like them! And I was wondering if you were busy this evening?"
Xan chuckles "I don't think so. I have to work for a few more hours. Why? Whats up?"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He chuckles with a strange glee. It sounds almost sadistic for some reason. "Really? Have you seen what I'm like when the engine isn't running? I can barely move I'm so f*cking miserable! Every day I can get up, knowing that there is a fresh hell to face every morning! Something new to stimulate my mind! It's so wonderful if you can stand the pain!" There's a strange tone in his voice. A dangerous inflection.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Whaddya mean pretty boy?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Xan sighs and takes another drag. "You are relying on something to keep you moving, to keep you so you don't end up back in that hell of your own mind.. I know what that is like. Drugs are a vice of mine... But for you its different. You have to have that engine run or you will become worse and worse mentally. You'll become a shell, a miserable shell." He leans down and picks him up, hugging him.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"I'll do anything for some cash. Pick your poison." He said and blew a drag out smoke from his lips.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"I would like to invite you out to dinner!"
Xan thinks for a moment before smirking "Deal."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He waves the smoke out of his face, eyes glinting slightly. He pulls out a wad of cash
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Crack sighs and takes another swig. “Yeah, yeah.”
I go by “Awe” JSYK. Drummer also named me EPIC CRIT ROLLER OF LEGEND!
“A wizard is never late, Frodo Baggins. Nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to!”
”I’m sorry Frodo. I was delayed."
If you're in the mood for murder and mayhem, go to ASSASSINATE The One Above, but WHATEVER you do, don’t go to LAST COMMENT LOSES
*Xan: [looking over the dollars] is this monopoly money?*
Xan counts the bills, checking them before stubbing his cigarette out and standing up. He snaps his fingers and a glowing green band wraps around his neck. "24 hours cutie."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"I was thinking we could go to Ozzie's"
Xan smirks, tilting his head "Sure. As long as I am not paying." he jokes.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Neil: Whattt noooo*
"Mmm, lead the way."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Well then! I'll see you there tonight~"