The bartender, filing his crumbling claws back into points, looks up briefly
“Well, hiya old buddy!” The Mascot says with a forced smile.
The bartender focuses on The Macot (or at least, he seems to, with a worn away face as it is). “Old buddy?” He says somewhat uncertainly. “Riiiiight… I remember you…”
“Aahahahahhahahah- funny joke. You seriously still don’t remember? It’s not like I died or something!”
“I…. Who and what did you say you were again?”
“I-… seriously! Just stop it! I know you’re just pulling a prank on me, there is no way that even after all this time you would not remember, you can’t be serious.”
The bartender, filing his crumbling claws back into points, looks up briefly
“Well, hiya old buddy!” The Mascot says with a forced smile.
The bartender focuses on The Macot (or at least, he seems to, with a worn away face as it is). “Old buddy?” He says somewhat uncertainly. “Riiiiight… I remember you…”
“Aahahahahhahahah- funny joke. You seriously still don’t remember? It’s not like I died or something!”
“I…. Who and what did you say you were again?”
“I-… seriously! Just stop it! I know you’re just pulling a prank on me, there is no way that even after all this time you would not remember, you can’t be serious.”
“Alright, alright, calm down. Perhaps I can get you a drink? We’ve got a large selection of emotions brewed direct from dreams.”
The bartender, filing his crumbling claws back into points, looks up briefly
“Well, hiya old buddy!” The Mascot says with a forced smile.
The bartender focuses on The Macot (or at least, he seems to, with a worn away face as it is). “Old buddy?” He says somewhat uncertainly. “Riiiiight… I remember you…”
“Aahahahahhahahah- funny joke. You seriously still don’t remember? It’s not like I died or something!”
“I…. Who and what did you say you were again?”
“I-… seriously! Just stop it! I know you’re just pulling a prank on me, there is no way that even after all this time you would not remember, you can’t be serious.”
“Alright, alright, calm down. Perhaps I can get you a drink?”
The man's stride begins to slow. He's hiding it pretty well, but he's almost petrified with anxiety.
"This better not be a trap."
“Why would I do that, silly? You’re offering us expensive ingredients for nothing but a room! What has the bartender said about me behind my back, hmmm? Besides, the best rooms are deeper down.”
The man grabs the end of a ladle sticking out of his coat as he tightens his grip on his shovel. Less anxiety, back to regular fear. He looks around wildly through his visor, not turning his head in order to hide his nervousness.
"Mhm. Of course. It only makes sense that the high-rollers will want to spend 3 minutes and walk past everyone else each trip to and from their room."
(I should note: he has a gruff voice and an almost cruel tone pretty much constantly)
The man's stride begins to slow. He's hiding it pretty well, but he's almost petrified with anxiety.
"This better not be a trap."
“Why would I do that, silly? You’re offering us expensive ingredients for nothing but a room! What has the bartender said about me behind my back, hmmm? Besides, the best rooms are deeper down.”
The man grabs the end of a ladle sticking out of his coat as he tightens his grip on his shovel. Less anxiety, back to regular fear. He looks around wildly through his visor, not turning his head in order to hide his nervousness.
"Mhm. Of course. It only makes sense that the high-rollers will want to spend 3 minutes and walk past everyone else each trip to and from their room."
(I should note: he has a gruff voice and an almost cruel tone pretty much constantly)
“Oh, we never really offer anyone these rooms. Even the bartender doesn’t know most of what’s down here. I can install a portal to the top if you’d like!”
they reach the bottom of the stairs. From the bottom, you can’t see the top of the descending spiral. The Mascot continues walking through the halls, in near complete darkness. They start whistling.
The bartender, filing his crumbling claws back into points, looks up briefly
“Well, hiya old buddy!” The Mascot says with a forced smile.
The bartender focuses on The Macot (or at least, he seems to, with a worn away face as it is). “Old buddy?” He says somewhat uncertainly. “Riiiiight… I remember you…”
“Aahahahahhahahah- funny joke. You seriously still don’t remember? It’s not like I died or something!”
“I…. Who and what did you say you were again?”
“I-… seriously! Just stop it! I know you’re just pulling a prank on me, there is no way that even after all this time you would not remember, you can’t be serious.”
“Alright, alright, calm down. Perhaps I can get you a drink?”
“Uhh… fine. Pure Hatred, please.”
The gargoyle pauses for a moment, slightly suspicious. “Hmmm. Alright.” He ducks beneath the counter for the liquor.
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“A wizard is never late, Frodo Baggins. Nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to!”
The bartender, filing his crumbling claws back into points, looks up briefly
“Well, hiya old buddy!” The Mascot says with a forced smile.
The bartender focuses on The Macot (or at least, he seems to, with a worn away face as it is). “Old buddy?” He says somewhat uncertainly. “Riiiiight… I remember you…”
“Aahahahahhahahah- funny joke. You seriously still don’t remember? It’s not like I died or something!”
“I…. Who and what did you say you were again?”
“I-… seriously! Just stop it! I know you’re just pulling a prank on me, there is no way that even after all this time you would not remember, you can’t be serious.”
“Alright, alright, calm down. Perhaps I can get you a drink?”
“Uhh… fine. Pure Hatred, please.”
The gargoyle pauses for a moment, slightly suspicious. “Hmmm. Alright.” He ducks beneath the counter for the liquor.
They jump onto the bar.
”alright then, guess I’m doing this… so, who founded this tavern?”
The man grabs the end of a ladle sticking out of his coat as he tightens his grip on his shovel. Less anxiety, back to regular fear. He looks around wildly through his visor, not turning his head in order to hide his nervousness.
"Mhm. Of course. It only makes sense that the high-rollers will want to spend 3 minutes and walk past everyone else each trip to and from their room."
(I should note: he has a gruff voice and an almost cruel tone pretty much constantly)
“Oh, we never really offer anyone these rooms. Even the bartender doesn’t know most of what’s down here. I can install a portal to the top if you’d like!”
they reach the bottom of the stairs. From the bottom, you can’t see the top of the descending spiral. The Mascot continues walking through the halls, in near complete darkness. They start whistling.
"Sounds like a good idea."
He seems slightly calmed by the whistling. He draws a strange little rectangular object from his coat and pulls a ripcord on it, causing it to produce a cone of light. (It's a ww1 pull-cord flashlight, from Amnesia: The Bunker)
The bartender, filing his crumbling claws back into points, looks up briefly
“Well, hiya old buddy!” The Mascot says with a forced smile.
The bartender focuses on The Macot (or at least, he seems to, with a worn away face as it is). “Old buddy?” He says somewhat uncertainly. “Riiiiight… I remember you…”
“Aahahahahhahahah- funny joke. You seriously still don’t remember? It’s not like I died or something!”
“I…. Who and what did you say you were again?”
“I-… seriously! Just stop it! I know you’re just pulling a prank on me, there is no way that even after all this time you would not remember, you can’t be serious.”
“Alright, alright, calm down. Perhaps I can get you a drink?”
“Uhh… fine. Pure Hatred, please.”
The gargoyle pauses for a moment, slightly suspicious. “Hmmm. Alright.” He ducks beneath the counter for the liquor.
They jump onto the bar.
”alright then, guess I’m doing this… so, who founded this tavern?”
The gargoyle straights with the Hatred bottle, coming face to face with the Mascot. “Eh? I did. Built it brick by brick from the Nightmare’s Claw itself.”
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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!”
The man grabs the end of a ladle sticking out of his coat as he tightens his grip on his shovel. Less anxiety, back to regular fear. He looks around wildly through his visor, not turning his head in order to hide his nervousness.
"Mhm. Of course. It only makes sense that the high-rollers will want to spend 3 minutes and walk past everyone else each trip to and from their room."
(I should note: he has a gruff voice and an almost cruel tone pretty much constantly)
“Oh, we never really offer anyone these rooms. Even the bartender doesn’t know most of what’s down here. I can install a portal to the top if you’d like!”
they reach the bottom of the stairs. From the bottom, you can’t see the top of the descending spiral. The Mascot continues walking through the halls, in near complete darkness. They start whistling.
"Sounds like a good idea."
He seems slightly calmed by the whistling. He draws a strange little rectangular object from his coat and pulls a ripcord on it, causing it to produce a cone of light. (It's a ww1 pull-cord flashlight, from Amnesia: The Bunker)
The Mascot stops at a door.
”and here we are! You open the door-it’s uh… a magical thing, shapes to the preference of whoever opens it.”
The bartender, filing his crumbling claws back into points, looks up briefly
“Well, hiya old buddy!” The Mascot says with a forced smile.
The bartender focuses on The Macot (or at least, he seems to, with a worn away face as it is). “Old buddy?” He says somewhat uncertainly. “Riiiiight… I remember you…”
“Aahahahahhahahah- funny joke. You seriously still don’t remember? It’s not like I died or something!”
“I…. Who and what did you say you were again?”
“I-… seriously! Just stop it! I know you’re just pulling a prank on me, there is no way that even after all this time you would not remember, you can’t be serious.”
“Alright, alright, calm down. Perhaps I can get you a drink?”
“Uhh… fine. Pure Hatred, please.”
The gargoyle pauses for a moment, slightly suspicious. “Hmmm. Alright.” He ducks beneath the counter for the liquor.
They jump onto the bar.
”alright then, guess I’m doing this… so, who founded this tavern?”
The gargoyle straights with the Hatred bottle, coming face to face with the Mascot. “Eh? I did. Built it brick by brick from the Nightmare’s Claw itself.”
“Oh, interesting… did anyone happen to help you? Anyone Important?”
The bartender, filing his crumbling claws back into points, looks up briefly
“Well, hiya old buddy!” The Mascot says with a forced smile.
The bartender focuses on The Macot (or at least, he seems to, with a worn away face as it is). “Old buddy?” He says somewhat uncertainly. “Riiiiight… I remember you…”
“Aahahahahhahahah- funny joke. You seriously still don’t remember? It’s not like I died or something!”
“I…. Who and what did you say you were again?”
“I-… seriously! Just stop it! I know you’re just pulling a prank on me, there is no way that even after all this time you would not remember, you can’t be serious.”
“Alright, alright, calm down. Perhaps I can get you a drink?”
“Uhh… fine. Pure Hatred, please.”
The gargoyle pauses for a moment, slightly suspicious. “Hmmm. Alright.” He ducks beneath the counter for the liquor.
They jump onto the bar.
”alright then, guess I’m doing this… so, who founded this tavern?”
The gargoyle straights with the Hatred bottle, coming face to face with the Mascot. “Eh? I did. Built it brick by brick from the Nightmare’s Claw itself.”
“Oh, interesting… did anyone happen to help you? Anyone Important?”
“Hmm, it’s foggy. Much time has passed. And things change with time, here most of all. But as far as I can say, no. I erected this place with naught but the power of my mind and spirit.”
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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!”
He seems slightly calmed by the whistling. He draws a strange little rectangular object from his coat and pulls a ripcord on it, causing it to produce a cone of light. (It's a ww1 pull-cord flashlight, like from Amnesia: The Bunker)
The Mascot stops at a door.
”and here we are! You open the door-it’s uh… a magical thing, shapes to the preference of whoever opens it.”
He grabs the handle and opens it. Inside is what looks to be a warzone, with dying soldiers littering the ground, screaming for someone to help as toxic gas rolls in. What looks to be a smaller version of the man without the barbed wire or backpack sits at the end of the trench, rocking back and forth with his head in his hands.
He closes the door firmly.
When the dreamwalker opens it again, it's a comfortable little cottage with potted and bottled plants everywhere, most of them herbs or spices. Books line the shelves and sunlight streams through the windows. The stove is lit, with a pot bubbling with some spicy stew, and a cookbook lying open on the counter. "This will be fine."
The bartender, filing his crumbling claws back into points, looks up briefly
“Well, hiya old buddy!” The Mascot says with a forced smile.
The bartender focuses on The Macot (or at least, he seems to, with a worn away face as it is). “Old buddy?” He says somewhat uncertainly. “Riiiiight… I remember you…”
“Aahahahahhahahah- funny joke. You seriously still don’t remember? It’s not like I died or something!”
“I…. Who and what did you say you were again?”
“I-… seriously! Just stop it! I know you’re just pulling a prank on me, there is no way that even after all this time you would not remember, you can’t be serious.”
“Alright, alright, calm down. Perhaps I can get you a drink?”
“Uhh… fine. Pure Hatred, please.”
The gargoyle pauses for a moment, slightly suspicious. “Hmmm. Alright.” He ducks beneath the counter for the liquor.
They jump onto the bar.
”alright then, guess I’m doing this… so, who founded this tavern?”
The gargoyle straights with the Hatred bottle, coming face to face with the Mascot. “Eh? I did. Built it brick by brick from the Nightmare’s Claw itself.”
“Oh, interesting… did anyone happen to help you? Anyone Important?”
“Hmm, it’s foggy. Much time has passed. And things change with time, here most of all. But as far as I can say, no. I erected this place with naught but the power of my mind and spirit.”
“Oh, how fun. Now, is anyone else here part of the staff or just you?”
He seems slightly calmed by the whistling. He draws a strange little rectangular object from his coat and pulls a ripcord on it, causing it to produce a cone of light. (It's a ww1 pull-cord flashlight, like from Amnesia: The Bunker)
The Mascot stops at a door.
”and here we are! You open the door-it’s uh… a magical thing, shapes to the preference of whoever opens it.”
He grabs the handle and opens it. Inside is what looks to be a warzone, with dying soldiers littering the ground, screaming for someone to help as toxic gas rolls in. What looks to be a smaller version of the man without the barbed wire or backpack sits at the end of the trench, rocking back and forth with his head in his hands.
He closes the door firmly.
When the dreamwalker opens it again, it's a comfortable little cottage with potted and bottled plants everywhere, most of them herbs or spices. Books line the shelves and sunlight streams through the windows. The stove is lit, with a pot bubbling with some spicy stew, and a cookbook lying open on the counter. "This will be fine."
“Glad you like it! I’ll get to installing a portal as soon as I can. Now, about those ingredients…”
He grabs the handle and opens it. Inside is what looks to be a warzone, with dying soldiers littering the ground, screaming for someone to help as toxic gas rolls in. What looks to be a smaller version of the man without the barbed wire or backpack sits at the end of the trench, rocking back and forth with his head in his hands.
He closes the door firmly.
When the dreamwalker opens it again, it's a comfortable little cottage with potted and bottled plants everywhere, most of them herbs or spices. Books line the shelves and sunlight streams through the windows. The stove is lit, with a pot bubbling with some spicy stew, and a cookbook lying open on the counter. "This will be fine."
“Glad you like it! I’ll get to installing a portal as soon as I can. Now, about those ingredients…”
He places the backpack on the ground outside the room. He takes one pepper with him. "It'll be easier if you take the whole pack."
He grabs the handle and opens it. Inside is what looks to be a warzone, with dying soldiers littering the ground, screaming for someone to help as toxic gas rolls in. What looks to be a smaller version of the man without the barbed wire or backpack sits at the end of the trench, rocking back and forth with his head in his hands.
He closes the door firmly.
When the dreamwalker opens it again, it's a comfortable little cottage with potted and bottled plants everywhere, most of them herbs or spices. Books line the shelves and sunlight streams through the windows. The stove is lit, with a pot bubbling with some spicy stew, and a cookbook lying open on the counter. "This will be fine."
“Glad you like it! I’ll get to installing a portal as soon as I can. Now, about those ingredients…”
He places the backpack on the ground outside the room. He takes one pepper with him. "It'll be easier if you take the whole pack."
“Thank you! Just ring that there bell if you need anything!” They grab the backpack and start to make their way up the stairs. Given their small size, they are very slow. As soon as they are out of sight, a silver bell appears in front of their door.
The bartender, filing his crumbling claws back into points, looks up briefly
“Well, hiya old buddy!” The Mascot says with a forced smile.
The bartender focuses on The Macot (or at least, he seems to, with a worn away face as it is). “Old buddy?” He says somewhat uncertainly. “Riiiiight… I remember you…”
“Aahahahahhahahah- funny joke. You seriously still don’t remember? It’s not like I died or something!”
“I…. Who and what did you say you were again?”
“I-… seriously! Just stop it! I know you’re just pulling a prank on me, there is no way that even after all this time you would not remember, you can’t be serious.”
“Alright, alright, calm down. Perhaps I can get you a drink?”
“Uhh… fine. Pure Hatred, please.”
The gargoyle pauses for a moment, slightly suspicious. “Hmmm. Alright.” He ducks beneath the counter for the liquor.
They jump onto the bar.
”alright then, guess I’m doing this… so, who founded this tavern?”
The gargoyle straights with the Hatred bottle, coming face to face with the Mascot. “Eh? I did. Built it brick by brick from the Nightmare’s Claw itself.”
“Oh, interesting… did anyone happen to help you? Anyone Important?”
“Hmm, it’s foggy. Much time has passed. And things change with time, here most of all. But as far as I can say, no. I erected this place with naught but the power of my mind and spirit.”
“Oh, how fun. Now, is anyone else here part of the staff or just you?”
“Ahh, well, there’s The Landlady. Don’t see much of her around here though. Aaaand…” he pauses for a moment, as if some memory is just beyond his grasp. “And that’s all. Just me really. And the nightmare flora”
“I-… seriously! Just stop it! I know you’re just pulling a prank on me, there is no way that even after all this time you would not remember, you can’t be serious.”
“Alright, alright, calm down. Perhaps I can get you a drink? We’ve got a large selection of emotions brewed direct from dreams.”
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."
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“Uhh… fine. Pure Hatred, please.”
The man grabs the end of a ladle sticking out of his coat as he tightens his grip on his shovel. Less anxiety, back to regular fear. He looks around wildly through his visor, not turning his head in order to hide his nervousness.
"Mhm. Of course. It only makes sense that the high-rollers will want to spend 3 minutes and walk past everyone else each trip to and from their room."
(I should note: he has a gruff voice and an almost cruel tone pretty much constantly)
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
“Oh, we never really offer anyone these rooms. Even the bartender doesn’t know most of what’s down here. I can install a portal to the top if you’d like!”
they reach the bottom of the stairs. From the bottom, you can’t see the top of the descending spiral. The Mascot continues walking through the halls, in near complete darkness. They start whistling.
The gargoyle pauses for a moment, slightly suspicious. “Hmmm. Alright.” He ducks beneath the counter for the liquor.
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."
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They jump onto the bar.
”alright then, guess I’m doing this… so, who founded this tavern?”
"Sounds like a good idea."
He seems slightly calmed by the whistling. He draws a strange little rectangular object from his coat and pulls a ripcord on it, causing it to produce a cone of light. (It's a ww1 pull-cord flashlight, from Amnesia: The Bunker)
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
The gargoyle straights with the Hatred bottle, coming face to face with the Mascot. “Eh? I did. Built it brick by brick from the Nightmare’s Claw itself.”
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."
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The Mascot stops at a door.
”and here we are! You open the door-it’s uh… a magical thing, shapes to the preference of whoever opens it.”
“Oh, interesting… did anyone happen to help you? Anyone Important?”
“Hmm, it’s foggy. Much time has passed. And things change with time, here most of all. But as far as I can say, no. I erected this place with naught but the power of my mind and spirit.”
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 grabs the handle and opens it. Inside is what looks to be a warzone, with dying soldiers littering the ground, screaming for someone to help as toxic gas rolls in. What looks to be a smaller version of the man without the barbed wire or backpack sits at the end of the trench, rocking back and forth with his head in his hands.
He closes the door firmly.
When the dreamwalker opens it again, it's a comfortable little cottage with potted and bottled plants everywhere, most of them herbs or spices. Books line the shelves and sunlight streams through the windows. The stove is lit, with a pot bubbling with some spicy stew, and a cookbook lying open on the counter. "This will be fine."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
“Oh, how fun. Now, is anyone else here part of the staff or just you?”
“Glad you like it! I’ll get to installing a portal as soon as I can. Now, about those ingredients…”
He places the backpack on the ground outside the room. He takes one pepper with him. "It'll be easier if you take the whole pack."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
“Thank you! Just ring that there bell if you need anything!” They grab the backpack and start to make their way up the stairs. Given their small size, they are very slow. As soon as they are out of sight, a silver bell appears in front of their door.
“Ahh, well, there’s The Landlady. Don’t see much of her around here though. Aaaand…” he pauses for a moment, as if some memory is just beyond his grasp. “And that’s all. Just me really. And the nightmare flora”
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
The Mascot’s smile somehow seems even angrier.
”Are you sure you aren’t… forgetting someone? Someone who made you successful?”
The bartender pours out a glass and pushes it across. “What are you insinuating? I’ve never seen you before…. Or have I???” He pauses again
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