What happens if microwave gets unplugged from the outlet
You plug it back in
What if it's a living microwave like MEH
Dinao, you’re not a microwave
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I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart! My favorite characters from dead threads; AMA: Aria, Rade, Kiano & Luz, Juniper, Ezra & Dr. Paine, Xi & his siblings, Misa Stay Paranoid!!! My Drummer given title is Swift as the Dragon, but The Diabolical One named me Virex the Whisperbrand, Architect of Echoes May the dice roll ever in your favor
Hello! Call meTana. My pronouns are She/Her. I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, Pansexual pancake, and ace I will mother you if you are being stupid. ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
greetings homosapiens and those of non descript species
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Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on? Discord: _salems_lot_ "Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
greetings homosapiens and those of non descript species
Why hello there!
Oh, why hello. Care to dance? I've got no legs, so I shall simply float in space.
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Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on? Discord: _salems_lot_ "Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
greetings homosapiens and those of non descript species
Ewhat
You heard me, boy.
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Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on? Discord: _salems_lot_ "Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
greetings homosapiens and those of non descript species
Why hello there!
Oh, why hello. Care to dance? I've got no legs, so I shall simply float in space.
My apologies, but, as a cat, I'm afraid I have two left feet.
Ah, my sincerest regards. Foxes have two right feet... usually.
How are ya, Gonz?
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Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on? Discord: _salems_lot_ "Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
They silently drag their saintsbone cello through raging battlefields, feeling every gunshot fired from either side through their oracular curse. The mud and gore splatters across their osseous instrument. Then, they sit before their audience, corpses real and imagined, the ones that have been, and the ones that will be. They hang over their warped tool, listening, waiting, interpreting the words of the gods through the erratic, senseless violence.
Then, as if on cue, they begin to play. Fingers and bow dance. Their laughter echoes through the sky as it splits open like heaven's gates. Soldiers fall. Soldiers rise. The magic does not care about nationality, or loyalty, or rank. A song of beauty, of awe, of power, of disdain. For hours, hours, late into the night they play their horrible lullaby.
But just as suddenly as they started, they stop. The gunshots died down ages ago. The few soldiers remaining are huddled together, asleep. The Cellist stands. They silently drag their saintsbone cello through the silenced battlefield, imaginary wounds, inside and out, cleansed but unhealed. The mud and gore splatters across their osseous instrument.
A Bard who is a cursed, living antenna to the divine, burdened with incomprehensible songs and visions. They must paint, sing, and suffer in order to bear the words of their god.
They silently drag their saintsbone cello through raging battlefields, feeling every gunshot fired from either side through their oracular curse. The mud and gore splatters across their osseous instrument. Then, they sit before their audience, corpses real and imagined, the ones that have been, and the ones that will be. They hang over their warped tool, listening, waiting, interpreting the words of the gods through the erratic, senseless violence.
Then, as if on cue, they begin to play. Fingers and bow dance. Their laughter echoes through the sky as it splits open like heaven's gates. Soldiers fall. Soldiers rise. The magic does not care about nationality, or loyalty, or rank. A song of beauty, of awe, of power, of disdain. For hours, hours, late into the night they play their horrible lullaby.
But just as suddenly as they started, they stop. The gunshots died down ages ago. The few soldiers remaining are huddled together, asleep. The Cellist stands. They silently drag their saintsbone cello through the silenced battlefield, imaginary wounds, inside and out, cleansed but unhealed. The mud and gore splatters across their osseous instrument.
A Bard who is a cursed, living antenna to the divine, burdened with incomprehensible songs and visions. They must paint, sing, and suffer in order to bear the words of their god.
OOOOOOH
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The clocks run out, too late to wake up. You're locked under this nightmare's thumb. Begging you hide and run.
I spun a wheel and got “Stories” as a prompt to make a thread with. No idea what to do with it yet
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
greetings homosapiens and those of non descript species
Why hello there!
Oh, why hello. Care to dance? I've got no legs, so I shall simply float in space.
My apologies, but, as a cat, I'm afraid I have two left feet.
Ah, my sincerest regards. Foxes have two right feet... usually.
How are ya, Gonz?
Quite good, quite good!
good to hear. I got Dr pepper so I'm happy fox
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Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on? Discord: _salems_lot_ "Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
Dinao, you’re not a microwave
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
My favorite characters from dead threads; AMA: Aria, Rade, Kiano & Luz, Juniper, Ezra & Dr. Paine, Xi & his siblings, Misa Stay Paranoid!!!
My Drummer given title is Swift as the Dragon, but The Diabolical One named me Virex the Whisperbrand, Architect of Echoes
May the dice roll ever in your favor
Thats good that you're doing better!
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
I am tho
Hallo
People who aren't from here or DeviantArt might know me from various games or might know me as Dino on some of those games
I will go by these if ya wanna say something nicknames: Dinao, Diano, Or Dino
'tis all
:p
Yeah
What have you been doing recently?
Hello! Call me Tana.
My pronouns are She/Her.
I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, Pansexual pancake, and ace
I will mother you if you are being stupid.
ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
School
Theatre
DND
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
greetings homosapiens and those of non descript species
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
Discord: _salems_lot_
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
Why hello there!
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
Ewhat
Hallo
People who aren't from here or DeviantArt might know me from various games or might know me as Dino on some of those games
I will go by these if ya wanna say something nicknames: Dinao, Diano, Or Dino
'tis all
:p
Oh, why hello. Care to dance? I've got no legs, so I shall simply float in space.
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
Discord: _salems_lot_
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
You heard me, boy.
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
Discord: _salems_lot_
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
My apologies, but, as a cat, I'm afraid I have two left feet.
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
I no understand Englash
Hallo
People who aren't from here or DeviantArt might know me from various games or might know me as Dino on some of those games
I will go by these if ya wanna say something nicknames: Dinao, Diano, Or Dino
'tis all
:p
Ah, my sincerest regards. Foxes have two right feet... usually.
How are ya, Gonz?
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
Discord: _salems_lot_
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
They silently drag their saintsbone cello through raging battlefields, feeling every gunshot fired from either side through their oracular curse. The mud and gore splatters across their osseous instrument. Then, they sit before their audience, corpses real and imagined, the ones that have been, and the ones that will be. They hang over their warped tool, listening, waiting, interpreting the words of the gods through the erratic, senseless violence.
Then, as if on cue, they begin to play. Fingers and bow dance. Their laughter echoes through the sky as it splits open like heaven's gates. Soldiers fall. Soldiers rise. The magic does not care about nationality, or loyalty, or rank. A song of beauty, of awe, of power, of disdain. For hours, hours, late into the night they play their horrible lullaby.
But just as suddenly as they started, they stop. The gunshots died down ages ago. The few soldiers remaining are huddled together, asleep. The Cellist stands. They silently drag their saintsbone cello through the silenced battlefield, imaginary wounds, inside and out, cleansed but unhealed. The mud and gore splatters across their osseous instrument.
A Bard who is a cursed, living antenna to the divine, burdened with incomprehensible songs and visions. They must paint, sing, and suffer in order to bear the words of their god.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
OOOOOOH
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
Quite good, quite good!
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
I spun a wheel and got “Stories” as a prompt to make a thread with. No idea what to do with it yet
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
You yes you 🫵
Won a ticket to a show of your choosing
You have to survive 3 days in said world
Hallo
People who aren't from here or DeviantArt might know me from various games or might know me as Dino on some of those games
I will go by these if ya wanna say something nicknames: Dinao, Diano, Or Dino
'tis all
:p
good to hear. I got Dr pepper so I'm happy fox
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
Discord: _salems_lot_
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
We need a new multiversal hub Tavern...
Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
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