Silver is making hash browns in the kitchen with a 'Kiss the chef' apron on that he made. After a while he finishes the hashbrowns and puts them on the counter, serving the bar with his apron still on.
Khorne is no longer have flashbacks and is drinking himself blind in the bar. He sometimes mutters war stories to himself but doesn’t seem to be having any issues.
Chip is done sewing up the old man, and is now listening to Khorne’s stories, also making sure he doesn’t drink himself to death
Khorne is confused why a child is listening to the violence and sadness of his stories but doesn’t stop. He speaks of bloodshed with a look of both terror and a mad joy.
Silver is making hash browns in the kitchen with a 'Kiss the chef' apron on that he made. After a while he finishes the hashbrowns and puts them on the counter, serving the bar with his apron still on.
Khorne is no longer have flashbacks and is drinking himself blind in the bar. He sometimes mutters war stories to himself but doesn’t seem to be having any issues.
Chip is done sewing up the old man, and is now listening to Khorne’s stories, also making sure he doesn’t drink himself to death
Khorne is confused why a child is listening to the violence and sadness of his stories but doesn’t stop. He speaks of bloodshed with a look of both terror and a mad joy.
Silver is making hash browns in the kitchen with a 'Kiss the chef' apron on that he made. After a while he finishes the hashbrowns and puts them on the counter, serving the bar with his apron still on.
Khorne is no longer have flashbacks and is drinking himself blind in the bar. He sometimes mutters war stories to himself but doesn’t seem to be having any issues.
Chip is done sewing up the old man, and is now listening to Khorne’s stories, also making sure he doesn’t drink himself to death
Khorne is confused why a child is listening to the violence and sadness of his stories but doesn’t stop. He speaks of bloodshed with a look of both terror and a mad joy.
Chip listens intently, not at all put off
He eventually stops, his eyes locking with Chip’s into a dead stare, his ears beginning to drip blood.
Silver is making hash browns in the kitchen with a 'Kiss the chef' apron on that he made. After a while he finishes the hashbrowns and puts them on the counter, serving the bar with his apron still on.
Khorne is no longer have flashbacks and is drinking himself blind in the bar. He sometimes mutters war stories to himself but doesn’t seem to be having any issues.
Chip is done sewing up the old man, and is now listening to Khorne’s stories, also making sure he doesn’t drink himself to death
Khorne is confused why a child is listening to the violence and sadness of his stories but doesn’t stop. He speaks of bloodshed with a look of both terror and a mad joy.
Chip listens intently, not at all put off
He eventually stops, his eyes locking with Chip’s into a dead stare, his ears beginning to drip blood.
Chip gets out his medical equipment and starts cleaning up the blood
Silver is making hash browns in the kitchen with a 'Kiss the chef' apron on that he made. After a while he finishes the hashbrowns and puts them on the counter, serving the bar with his apron still on.
Khorne is no longer have flashbacks and is drinking himself blind in the bar. He sometimes mutters war stories to himself but doesn’t seem to be having any issues.
Chip is done sewing up the old man, and is now listening to Khorne’s stories, also making sure he doesn’t drink himself to death
Khorne is confused why a child is listening to the violence and sadness of his stories but doesn’t stop. He speaks of bloodshed with a look of both terror and a mad joy.
Chip listens intently, not at all put off
He eventually stops, his eyes locking with Chip’s into a dead stare, his ears beginning to drip blood.
Chip gets out his medical equipment and starts cleaning up the blood
Eventually he unfreezes and puts his hands on his ears. They glow and the bleeding stops “Thank you.”
Silver is making hash browns in the kitchen with a 'Kiss the chef' apron on that he made. After a while he finishes the hashbrowns and puts them on the counter, serving the bar with his apron still on.
Khorne is no longer have flashbacks and is drinking himself blind in the bar. He sometimes mutters war stories to himself but doesn’t seem to be having any issues.
Chip is done sewing up the old man, and is now listening to Khorne’s stories, also making sure he doesn’t drink himself to death
Khorne is confused why a child is listening to the violence and sadness of his stories but doesn’t stop. He speaks of bloodshed with a look of both terror and a mad joy.
Chip listens intently, not at all put off
He eventually stops, his eyes locking with Chip’s into a dead stare, his ears beginning to drip blood.
Chip gets out his medical equipment and starts cleaning up the blood
Eventually he unfreezes and puts his hands on his ears. They glow and the bleeding stops “Thank you.”
“Rare form of PTSD. Caused by a god and trauma.” He pulls out bones from his pocket, crushes them, and chalks his hands with the dust “I must live with the battle madness for the rest of my existence.”
“Rare form of PTSD. Caused by a god and trauma.” He pulls out bones from his pocket, crushes them, and chalks his hands with the dust “I must live with the battle madness for the rest of my existence.”
“Rare form of PTSD. Caused by a god and trauma.” He pulls out bones from his pocket, crushes them, and chalks his hands with the dust “I must live with the battle madness for the rest of my existence.”
“Oh. Well, you can’t say you don’t have stories”
Khorne lets out a laugh and gives Chip a broad smile “You’re right kid. Least I have that.”
“Rare form of PTSD. Caused by a god and trauma.” He pulls out bones from his pocket, crushes them, and chalks his hands with the dust “I must live with the battle madness for the rest of my existence.”
“Oh. Well, you can’t say you don’t have stories”
Khorne lets out a laugh and gives Chip a broad smile “You’re right kid. Least I have that.”
Chip stands up on his chair and pats the grown ass man
“Rare form of PTSD. Caused by a god and trauma.” He pulls out bones from his pocket, crushes them, and chalks his hands with the dust “I must live with the battle madness for the rest of my existence.”
“Oh. Well, you can’t say you don’t have stories”
Khorne lets out a laugh and gives Chip a broad smile “You’re right kid. Least I have that.”
Chip stands up on his chair and pats the grown ass man
Khorne simply shakes his head, grinning at the child "I was a marine ya know. Head pats were not a part of that." *Oh btw he's a giant and a Tiefling. He sits on the ground to be at eye level.*
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
“Rare form of PTSD. Caused by a god and trauma.” He pulls out bones from his pocket, crushes them, and chalks his hands with the dust “I must live with the battle madness for the rest of my existence.”
“Oh. Well, you can’t say you don’t have stories”
Khorne lets out a laugh and gives Chip a broad smile “You’re right kid. Least I have that.”
Chip stands up on his chair and pats the grown ass man
Khorne simply shakes his head, grinning at the child "I was a marine ya know. Head pats were not a part of that." *Oh btw he's a giant and a Tiefling. He sits on the ground to be at eye level.*
*Then he pats him the best he can* “but they can be now” :3
“Rare form of PTSD. Caused by a god and trauma.” He pulls out bones from his pocket, crushes them, and chalks his hands with the dust “I must live with the battle madness for the rest of my existence.”
“Oh. Well, you can’t say you don’t have stories”
Khorne lets out a laugh and gives Chip a broad smile “You’re right kid. Least I have that.”
Chip stands up on his chair and pats the grown ass man
Khorne simply shakes his head, grinning at the child "I was a marine ya know. Head pats were not a part of that." *Oh btw he's a giant and a Tiefling. He sits on the ground to be at eye level.*
*Then he pats him the best he can* “but they can be now” :3
Khorne just sighs "Are you the doctor here?"
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
“Rare form of PTSD. Caused by a god and trauma.” He pulls out bones from his pocket, crushes them, and chalks his hands with the dust “I must live with the battle madness for the rest of my existence.”
“Oh. Well, you can’t say you don’t have stories”
Khorne lets out a laugh and gives Chip a broad smile “You’re right kid. Least I have that.”
Chip stands up on his chair and pats the grown ass man
Khorne simply shakes his head, grinning at the child "I was a marine ya know. Head pats were not a part of that." *Oh btw he's a giant and a Tiefling. He sits on the ground to be at eye level.*
*Then he pats him the best he can* “but they can be now” :3
“Rare form of PTSD. Caused by a god and trauma.” He pulls out bones from his pocket, crushes them, and chalks his hands with the dust “I must live with the battle madness for the rest of my existence.”
“Oh. Well, you can’t say you don’t have stories”
Khorne lets out a laugh and gives Chip a broad smile “You’re right kid. Least I have that.”
Chip stands up on his chair and pats the grown ass man
Khorne simply shakes his head, grinning at the child "I was a marine ya know. Head pats were not a part of that." *Oh btw he's a giant and a Tiefling. He sits on the ground to be at eye level.*
*Then he pats him the best he can* “but they can be now” :3
Khorne just sighs "Are you the doctor here?"
“Yep!” *a tiny and a not-so-tiny*
"That explains why you didn't flinch at my stories." *Biggy and Smalls*
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
“Rare form of PTSD. Caused by a god and trauma.” He pulls out bones from his pocket, crushes them, and chalks his hands with the dust “I must live with the battle madness for the rest of my existence.”
“Oh. Well, you can’t say you don’t have stories”
Khorne lets out a laugh and gives Chip a broad smile “You’re right kid. Least I have that.”
Chip stands up on his chair and pats the grown ass man
Khorne simply shakes his head, grinning at the child "I was a marine ya know. Head pats were not a part of that." *Oh btw he's a giant and a Tiefling. He sits on the ground to be at eye level.*
*Then he pats him the best he can* “but they can be now” :3
Khorne just sighs "Are you the doctor here?"
“Yep!” *a tiny and a not-so-tiny*
"That explains why you didn't flinch at my stories." *Biggy and Smalls*
*lmao!* “I’ve seen a lot of nasty things” Chip nods *i still love that they’re Khorne & Chip*
*lmao!* “I’ve seen a lot of nasty things” Chip nods *i still love that they’re Khorne & Chip*
*Yummy corn chips* "No child should have to. Though it sounds like your choice."
“It kinda is. My grandpa got shot in the chest by a marine, and I couldn’t save him, so I learned medicine! To make sure nobody can die on my watch”
"A truly noble cause worthy of even the god emperor's praise. I applaud you child." He takes his shoulder plates off, his armor collapsing with it to reveal a body practically covered entirely in scars.
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
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Khorne is confused why a child is listening to the violence and sadness of his stories but doesn’t stop. He speaks of bloodshed with a look of both terror and a mad joy.
Chip listens intently, not at all put off
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
He eventually stops, his eyes locking with Chip’s into a dead stare, his ears beginning to drip blood.
Chip gets out his medical equipment and starts cleaning up the blood
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
Eventually he unfreezes and puts his hands on his ears. They glow and the bleeding stops “Thank you.”
“Have you ever gotten a diagnosis for that?”
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
“Rare form of PTSD. Caused by a god and trauma.” He pulls out bones from his pocket, crushes them, and chalks his hands with the dust “I must live with the battle madness for the rest of my existence.”
“Oh. Well, you can’t say you don’t have stories”
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
Khorne lets out a laugh and gives Chip a broad smile “You’re right kid. Least I have that.”
*hehe Khorne and Chip. Corn chip!*
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
Chip stands up on his chair and pats the grown ass man
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
Khorne simply shakes his head, grinning at the child "I was a marine ya know. Head pats were not a part of that." *Oh btw he's a giant and a Tiefling. He sits on the ground to be at eye level.*
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
*Then he pats him the best he can* “but they can be now” :3
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
Khorne just sighs "Are you the doctor here?"
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
“Yep!” *a tiny and a not-so-tiny*
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
"That explains why you didn't flinch at my stories." *Biggy and Smalls*
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
*lmao!* “I’ve seen a lot of nasty things” Chip nods *i still love that they’re Khorne & Chip*
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
*Yummy corn chips* "No child should have to. Though it sounds like your choice."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
“It kinda is. My grandpa got shot in the chest by a marine, and I couldn’t save him, so I learned medicine! To make sure nobody can die on my watch”
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
"A truly noble cause worthy of even the god emperor's praise. I applaud you child." He takes his shoulder plates off, his armor collapsing with it to reveal a body practically covered entirely in scars.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo