“I’ve seen pretty darn bad.” He mutters quietly. When he doesn’t think you’re looking he pulls out a small flask from some deep pocket and takes a quick swig before stuffing it away again quickly. “What do they want the Death Chef’s attention for? Sounds mighty styupid to me.”
"No idea. The Vice Chefs are fickle at the best of times. I've worked with some, so I should know. Herdta in particular only manifests as a corpse-puppeteering slime mold, so I'm not sure why they would want to summon an aspect of her. She isn't cruel... but she sure isn't nice either."
“Just like death. You’ve worked with the Vice Chefs before?”
“I’ve seen pretty darn bad.” He mutters quietly. When he doesn’t think you’re looking he pulls out a small flask from some deep pocket and takes a quick swig before stuffing it away again quickly. “What do they want the Death Chef’s attention for? Sounds mighty styupid to me.”
"No idea. The Vice Chefs are fickle at the best of times. I've worked with some, so I should know. Herdta in particular only manifests as a corpse-puppeteering slime mold, so I'm not sure why they would want to summon an aspect of her. She isn't cruel... but she sure isn't nice either."
“Just like death. You’ve worked with the Vice Chefs before?”
"Yup. It didn't work out. We had a... strong dislike for each other. The Vice Chefs don't even like each other, so they're gonna treat 'lesser' Great Ones and their minions pretty poorly."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"No idea. The Vice Chefs are fickle at the best of times. I've worked with some, so I should know. Herdta in particular only manifests as a corpse-puppeteering slime mold, so I'm not sure why they would want to summon an aspect of her. She isn't cruel... but she sure isn't nice either."
“Just like death. You’ve worked with the Vice Chefs before?”
"Yup. It didn't work out. We had a... strong dislike for each other. The Vice Chefs don't even like each other, so they're gonna treat 'lesser' Great Ones and their minions pretty poorly."
“Int’erstin’. I ain’t too fond o’ no Vice Chef’s meself, though I don’t particularly hate none neither.”
"No idea. The Vice Chefs are fickle at the best of times. I've worked with some, so I should know. Herdta in particular only manifests as a corpse-puppeteering slime mold, so I'm not sure why they would want to summon an aspect of her. She isn't cruel... but she sure isn't nice either."
“Just like death. You’ve worked with the Vice Chefs before?”
"Yup. It didn't work out. We had a... strong dislike for each other. The Vice Chefs don't even like each other, so they're gonna treat 'lesser' Great Ones and their minions pretty poorly."
“Int’erstin’. I ain’t too fond o’ no Vice Chef’s meself, though I don’t particularly hate none neither.”
"I'm okay with them so long as we don't have to directly interact. Unfortunately, the entire living world is basically ruled by them, so we're always in their territory. We're almost certain to encounter Pheric on our way out."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"No idea. The Vice Chefs are fickle at the best of times. I've worked with some, so I should know. Herdta in particular only manifests as a corpse-puppeteering slime mold, so I'm not sure why they would want to summon an aspect of her. She isn't cruel... but she sure isn't nice either."
“Just like death. You’ve worked with the Vice Chefs before?”
"Yup. It didn't work out. We had a... strong dislike for each other. The Vice Chefs don't even like each other, so they're gonna treat 'lesser' Great Ones and their minions pretty poorly."
“Int’erstin’. I ain’t too fond o’ no Vice Chef’s meself, though I don’t particularly hate none neither.”
"I'm okay with them so long as we don't have to directly interact. Unfortunately, the entire living world is basically ruled by them, so we're always in their territory. We're almost certain to encounter Pheric on our way out."
“What’s this Pheric feller like? I ain’t lookin’ for trouble and I hope he won’t give me none.”
"I'm okay with them so long as we don't have to directly interact. Unfortunately, the entire living world is basically ruled by them, so we're always in their territory. We're almost certain to encounter Pheric on our way out."
“What’s this Pheric feller like? I ain’t lookin’ for trouble and I hope he won’t give me none.”
"It's a sadist, but a voyeuristic sort. It wants people to suffer from their own actions. You know, it's funny, everyone thinks that Vice Chefs and Great Ones in general are unknowable abominations from the Somewhere, but really they aren't that different from mortals. They hunger, they hate, they lust. Pheric is a vile individual, but it's not all that dangerous."
"I'm okay with them so long as we don't have to directly interact. Unfortunately, the entire living world is basically ruled by them, so we're always in their territory. We're almost certain to encounter Pheric on our way out."
“What’s this Pheric feller like? I ain’t lookin’ for trouble and I hope he won’t give me none.”
"It's a sadist, but a voyeuristic sort. It wants people to suffer from their own actions. You know, it's funny, everyone thinks that Vice Chefs and Great Ones in general are unknowable abominations from the Somewhere, but really they aren't that different from mortals. They hunger, they hate, they lust. Pheric is a vile individual, but it's not all that dangerous."
“What a low down dirty rullick.” He shakes his head, “Ain’t lookin’ forward to meetin’ that one.”
"I'm okay with them so long as we don't have to directly interact. Unfortunately, the entire living world is basically ruled by them, so we're always in their territory. We're almost certain to encounter Pheric on our way out."
“What’s this Pheric feller like? I ain’t lookin’ for trouble and I hope he won’t give me none.”
"It's a sadist, but a voyeuristic sort. It wants people to suffer from their own actions. You know, it's funny, everyone thinks that Vice Chefs and Great Ones in general are unknowable abominations from the Somewhere, but really they aren't that different from mortals. They hunger, they hate, they lust. Pheric is a vile individual, but it's not all that dangerous."
“What a low down dirty rullick.” He shakes his head, “Ain’t lookin’ forward to meetin’ that one.”
"Don't worry, it doesn't have the nerve to actually hurt anyone. I don't think. But we're heading to the Syndicate of Man. Their Vice Chef is Volstadt, and he's gotten kind of sick of how mortals treat each other and wants to punish them for their individual actions. Fortunately, he isn't one of those 'guilty until I deem innocent' types."
"It's a sadist, but a voyeuristic sort. It wants people to suffer from their own actions. You know, it's funny, everyone thinks that Vice Chefs and Great Ones in general are unknowable abominations from the Somewhere, but really they aren't that different from mortals. They hunger, they hate, they lust. Pheric is a vile individual, but it's not all that dangerous."
“What a low down dirty rullick.” He shakes his head, “Ain’t lookin’ forward to meetin’ that one.”
"Don't worry, it doesn't have the nerve to actually hurt anyone. I don't think. But we're heading to the Syndicate of Man. Their Vice Chef is Volstadt, and he's gotten kind of sick of how mortals treat each other and wants to punish them for their individual actions. Fortunately, he isn't one of those 'guilty until I deem innocent' types."
“I know ‘bout that one. His folks are common out in the hollers I live in.” He glances out the window to check on his cart, “Sure do love their cookin’.”
Grost has finished the pizza and is now cutting it up.
The man eyes it hungrily. Every now and then he tears his eyes away from the cheesy wonder to check on his cart outside through the window.
The smiling man places the pizza in a box and places it on the counter. "40 cents, please."
He digs around in his pockets for a while, "Where's that pocketbook o' mine?" Finally he pulls out his billfold and pays up. He then takes his pizza and quickly devours a piece.
Grost has finished the pizza and is now cutting it up.
The man eyes it hungrily. Every now and then he tears his eyes away from the cheesy wonder to check on his cart outside through the window.
The smiling man places the pizza in a box and places it on the counter. "40 cents, please."
He digs around in his pockets for a while, "Where's that pocketbook o' mine?" Finally he pulls out his billfold and pays up. He then takes his pizza and quickly devours a piece.
"Hope you enjoy! We've got some nice surströmming if you want some of that too!"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Grost has finished the pizza and is now cutting it up.
The man eyes it hungrily. Every now and then he tears his eyes away from the cheesy wonder to check on his cart outside through the window.
The smiling man places the pizza in a box and places it on the counter. "40 cents, please."
He digs around in his pockets for a while, "Where's that pocketbook o' mine?" Finally he pulls out his billfold and pays up. He then takes his pizza and quickly devours a piece.
"Hope you enjoy! We've got some nice surströmming if you want some of that too!"
He is somehow able to eat the extremely cheesy pizza without the long strands of cheese sticking to everything. "Sur-what now? Come again?"
“Just like death. You’ve worked with the Vice Chefs before?”
"Yup. It didn't work out. We had a... strong dislike for each other. The Vice Chefs don't even like each other, so they're gonna treat 'lesser' Great Ones and their minions pretty poorly."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Int’erstin’. I ain’t too fond o’ no Vice Chef’s meself, though I don’t particularly hate none neither.”
"I'm okay with them so long as we don't have to directly interact. Unfortunately, the entire living world is basically ruled by them, so we're always in their territory. We're almost certain to encounter Pheric on our way out."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“What’s this Pheric feller like? I ain’t lookin’ for trouble and I hope he won’t give me none.”
"It's a sadist, but a voyeuristic sort. It wants people to suffer from their own actions. You know, it's funny, everyone thinks that Vice Chefs and Great Ones in general are unknowable abominations from the Somewhere, but really they aren't that different from mortals. They hunger, they hate, they lust. Pheric is a vile individual, but it's not all that dangerous."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“What a low down dirty rullick.” He shakes his head, “Ain’t lookin’ forward to meetin’ that one.”
"Don't worry, it doesn't have the nerve to actually hurt anyone. I don't think. But we're heading to the Syndicate of Man. Their Vice Chef is Volstadt, and he's gotten kind of sick of how mortals treat each other and wants to punish them for their individual actions. Fortunately, he isn't one of those 'guilty until I deem innocent' types."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“I know ‘bout that one. His folks are common out in the hollers I live in.” He glances out the window to check on his cart, “Sure do love their cookin’.”
Grost has finished the pizza and is now cutting it up.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The man eyes it hungrily. Every now and then he tears his eyes away from the cheesy wonder to check on his cart outside through the window.
The smiling man places the pizza in a box and places it on the counter. "40 cents, please."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The roc has awoken. It scans the room hungrily
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
He digs around in his pockets for a while, "Where's that pocketbook o' mine?" Finally he pulls out his billfold and pays up. He then takes his pizza and quickly devours a piece.
The country bumpkin sitting in the corner offers you a slice of pizza.
"Hope you enjoy! We've got some nice surströmming if you want some of that too!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The roc snaps it up gratefully
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
He is somehow able to eat the extremely cheesy pizza without the long strands of cheese sticking to everything. "Sur-what now? Come again?"
"It's a type of fermented fish. The word and preparation originates in Sweden!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He tosses another cheese coated slice to you, "There you go, be you ain't gonna git no more now."