Dark! I’m doing okay, had a turbulent past few months and a really bad week (though I won’t get into it) but I’m doing sort of okay :> feeling very creative right now. How are you?
Oof, I’m sorry things have been rough. Are you doing anything with that creativity now?
I’m alright, been busy but I’ve had time to work on a few creative projects.
Trying to, but not sure what to make. Perhaps some spooky monster! I’m thinking tragic, extremely dangerous, Salem Witch Trials theme.
that’s fun! What sorts of creative projects?
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“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
I'm thinking of making a new tavern in the same setting as the Nightmare Shift.
It'll be the same town, but in 2012 instead of 2003.
Once bright and vibrant, Balios has fallen back into resentment and despair. A Hellmouth once more.
Perhaps they need to wake up from the imaginary hatred they ascribe to the universe. Perhaps they need to go to sleep, look inward and face the real hatred within themselves.
...Or perhaps when the emotional and literal realities cross over, they'll be able to finally heal.
Sorry, feeling a bit wistful and philosophical at the moment.
Dark! I’m doing okay, had a turbulent past few months and a really bad week (though I won’t get into it) but I’m doing sort of okay :> feeling very creative right now. How are you?
Oof, I’m sorry things have been rough. Are you doing anything with that creativity now?
I’m alright, been busy but I’ve had time to work on a few creative projects.
Trying to, but not sure what to make. Perhaps some spooky monster! I’m thinking tragic, extremely dangerous, Salem Witch Trials theme.
that’s fun! What sorts of creative projects?
Nice! That’s a fun theme to work with. Maybe you could find some inspiration in other New England folklore.
Mostly poetry right now, not really Dnd related. There’s always a few things I have going on but I want to write ten poems, one titled the Latin name for each finger. Each poem end with the narrator losing a finger, one gets bit off by a seashell, one gets lost in swamp mud, one is sold, one is stolen, one is bitten off by a fiddle, and each one is meant to symbolize a small mistake to learn from. I’ve only got one down but I’m working on Digitus Secundus now.
The resolution to the case i presented you earlier
Synopsis of the evidence and conclusion of the trial:
At first, the ultimates operate on the assumption that Emily was killed in her bed, but Cian notices some discrepancy and manages to speak up. She points out Emily couldn’t have been strangled in bed, because the way her bandanna is stretched out implies that she was throttled from behind. But if she wasn’t killed in bed, where was she killed? Her room? Maybe. There’s no consensus on that point, so the trial moves on.
It moves on, namely, to the black sticky stuff on Emily’s hand. Cian draws a conclusion, realizing that the residue matches the residue found on the hallway floor.
Now that attention is drawn to the hallway, more pieces fall into place. The scuff on the floor outside Sora’s room looks like the kind that you might make if you dropped a heavy object.
Under further deliberation, the mark seems to match a hammer that was found in the potted plant in the hallway, less than 10 feet away from the crime scene. A makeshift tape handle on the hammer proved to be the source of the residue.
An uncomfortable conclusion is drawn, but only Cian has the guts to say it: When she was attacked, Emily was outside of Sora’s room holding a hammer.
That picture is strange at first, but it begins to make sense. Emily was acting strangely earlier that day, and it could be explained by the fact that she was planning to kill Sora. After all, Emily thought she would be an easy target. However, she was interrupted by her attacker, who strangled Emily with her own bandanna! They couldn’t just leave Emily’s body there to be discovered, so they had to drag it somewhere.
That means our killer must have been somebody who cared enough about Sora to kill for her. That’s it! It must be Ari Inoue, the ultimate interpreter, but more importantly, Sora’s big sister!
Ari had been oddly quiet the whole trial, and even when she’s convicted, she doesn’t defend herself. Instead, it’s Sora that sticks up for her, demanding more evidence. And evidence is provided. The fact that Emily was found in her bed created two nails in Ari’s coffin: One, that the killer wasn’t strong enough to drag Emily somewhere further and more secure, and two, that they felt guilty for their actions. Why else lay somebody to rest? But Sora refuses to believe it, triggering an Argument Armament. Final Question: How was Ari even able to strangle someone stronger than her? Final answer: She was strong enough. With her leverage behind emily, it was too easy to twist the bandanna. Maybe she only meant to incapacitate her, but whether she intended to or not, she strangled Emily to death.
After that, Sora breaks down. It’s all her fault, she claims. Emily didn’t just go after her because she was an easy target. Upon hearing Emily’s motive, what she did, Sora couldn’t hold in her anger and started to tear into Emily, condemning her for her actions. If she hadn’t lost her temper, Emily wouldn’t have wanted to kill her, and Ari wouldn’t have had to step in. In the end, Ari Inoue died as she lived: Giving everything for Sora.
Ari is promptly executed, and she goes willingly like a lamb to the slaughter. OPEN SEASON: ULTIMATE SIGN LANGUAGE INTERPRETER ARI INOUE’S EXECUTION: EXECUTED We open on Ari in the forest, looking nervous but nonetheless accepting of her fate. The twins stand fifty paces behind her, one holding a hunting horn, the other a gun. The horn and the gun sound off in unison, sending half a dozen robotic wolves after Ari. Ari’s head start seems to keep her safe until her ankle gets caught in a rabbit snare, tripping her up and bringing her to the ground. With the wolves rapidly approaching, Ari uses her limited time left to send one final message. She looks up at the camera with tears in her eyes and signs: I love you, Sora. Stay strong for me. For us both. The wolves catch up to her, and the camera pans up to the sounds of ripping meat and screaming.
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3 Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Pretty good. Someone gave me an acoustic guitar, it seems to be in good condition and it’s the same body shape I would’ve bought, which is nice (Dreadnought shape)
I’ve been playing electric but I think at heart I’m more of an acoustic/folk at heart, at least in terms of philosophy. I’m just very happy to have gotten it
Amateur stuff, the real solution is joining the military ofc
So what about throwing something across the room
This is America. Who taught you about throwing, ‘round here when we use projectiles we shoot them
cant even call yourself a real man. 😔
I don't know where the guns are in my house
Generally check closests and shelving, anywhere that would be out of the way. And hey, if you can’t find any you can always go to the shop and buy yourself an automatic. Or you can go classic with musket and ball, it’s all about personal preference… and how many people you need to take out. remember, this is just decompression. Different cultures just do it differently
Amateur stuff, the real solution is joining the military ofc
So what about throwing something across the room
This is America. Who taught you about throwing, ‘round here when we use projectiles we shoot them
cant even call yourself a real man. 😔
I don't know where the guns are in my house
Generally check closests and shelving, anywhere that would be out of the way. And hey, if you can’t find any you can always go to the shop and buy yourself an automatic. Or you can go classic with musket and ball, it’s all about personal preference and how many people you need to take out
Amateur stuff, the real solution is joining the military ofc
So what about throwing something across the room
This is America. Who taught you about throwing, ‘round here when we use projectiles we shoot them
cant even call yourself a real man. 😔
I don't know where the guns are in my house
Generally check closests and shelving, anywhere that would be out of the way. And hey, if you can’t find any you can always go to the shop and buy yourself an automatic. Or you can go classic with musket and ball, it’s all about personal preference and how many people you need to take out
I have no idea where the nearby gun store is
Do you live in the south? If you just ask strangers you should find one to borrow, I think about 50% of people you ask will own one. If not, move south, or just look up the nearest gun store. If that doesn’t work I guess you’re out of luck son
Amateur stuff, the real solution is joining the military ofc
So what about throwing something across the room
This is America. Who taught you about throwing, ‘round here when we use projectiles we shoot them
cant even call yourself a real man. 😔
I don't know where the guns are in my house
Generally check closests and shelving, anywhere that would be out of the way. And hey, if you can’t find any you can always go to the shop and buy yourself an automatic. Or you can go classic with musket and ball, it’s all about personal preference and how many people you need to take out
I have no idea where the nearby gun store is
Do you live in the south? If you just ask strangers you should find one to borrow, I think about 50% of people you ask will own one. If not, move south, or just look up the nearest gun store. If that doesn’t work I guess you’re out of luck son
Amateur stuff, the real solution is joining the military ofc
So what about throwing something across the room
This is America. Who taught you about throwing, ‘round here when we use projectiles we shoot them
cant even call yourself a real man. 😔
I don't know where the guns are in my house
Generally check closests and shelving, anywhere that would be out of the way. And hey, if you can’t find any you can always go to the shop and buy yourself an automatic. Or you can go classic with musket and ball, it’s all about personal preference… and how many people you need to take out
I have no idea where the nearby gun store is
Do you live in the south? If you just ask strangers you should find one to borrow, I think about 50% of people you ask will own one. If not, move south, or just look up the nearest gun store. If that doesn’t work I guess you’re out of luck son
(not sure how many more answers I have lol)
I still have online school tho
I also know where a machete is
WELL WHY DIDNT YOU SAY SO?!
Not as good as a gun, but it’s a start. Now, go out into the world and murder protect your country
Trying to, but not sure what to make. Perhaps some spooky monster! I’m thinking tragic, extremely dangerous, Salem Witch Trials theme.
that’s fun! What sorts of creative projects?
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-If You Want Perfection, Take a Sip and Drink It In! Kill Your Old Complexion, Welcome to Your Brand New Skin!-_
_-The, ‘Who,’ When You Call, ‘Who’s There,’-_ _-Dreamer of Dark Days and Darker Nights-_ _-Prince of the Pumpkin Patch-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
I'm thinking of making a new tavern in the same setting as the Nightmare Shift.
It'll be the same town, but in 2012 instead of 2003.
Once bright and vibrant, Balios has fallen back into resentment and despair. A Hellmouth once more.
Perhaps they need to wake up from the imaginary hatred they ascribe to the universe. Perhaps they need to go to sleep, look inward and face the real hatred within themselves.
...Or perhaps when the emotional and literal realities cross over, they'll be able to finally heal.
Sorry, feeling a bit wistful and philosophical at the moment.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
Nice! That’s a fun theme to work with. Maybe you could find some inspiration in other New England folklore.
Mostly poetry right now, not really Dnd related. There’s always a few things I have going on but I want to write ten poems, one titled the Latin name for each finger. Each poem end with the narrator losing a finger, one gets bit off by a seashell, one gets lost in swamp mud, one is sold, one is stolen, one is bitten off by a fiddle, and each one is meant to symbolize a small mistake to learn from. I’ve only got one down but I’m working on Digitus Secundus now.
The resolution to the case i presented you earlier
Synopsis of the evidence and conclusion of the trial:
At first, the ultimates operate on the assumption that Emily was killed in her bed, but Cian notices some discrepancy and manages to speak up. She points out Emily couldn’t have been strangled in bed, because the way her bandanna is stretched out implies that she was throttled from behind.
But if she wasn’t killed in bed, where was she killed? Her room? Maybe. There’s no consensus on that point, so the trial moves on.
It moves on, namely, to the black sticky stuff on Emily’s hand. Cian draws a conclusion, realizing that the residue matches the residue found on the hallway floor.
Now that attention is drawn to the hallway, more pieces fall into place. The scuff on the floor outside Sora’s room looks like the kind that you might make if you dropped a heavy object.
Under further deliberation, the mark seems to match a hammer that was found in the potted plant in the hallway, less than 10 feet away from the crime scene. A makeshift tape handle on the hammer proved to be the source of the residue.
An uncomfortable conclusion is drawn, but only Cian has the guts to say it: When she was attacked, Emily was outside of Sora’s room holding a hammer.
That picture is strange at first, but it begins to make sense. Emily was acting strangely earlier that day, and it could be explained by the fact that she was planning to kill Sora. After all, Emily thought she would be an easy target. However, she was interrupted by her attacker, who strangled Emily with her own bandanna! They couldn’t just leave Emily’s body there to be discovered, so they had to drag it somewhere.
That means our killer must have been somebody who cared enough about Sora to kill for her. That’s it! It must be Ari Inoue, the ultimate interpreter, but more importantly, Sora’s big sister!
Ari had been oddly quiet the whole trial, and even when she’s convicted, she doesn’t defend herself. Instead, it’s Sora that sticks up for her, demanding more evidence.
And evidence is provided. The fact that Emily was found in her bed created two nails in Ari’s coffin: One, that the killer wasn’t strong enough to drag Emily somewhere further and more secure, and two, that they felt guilty for their actions. Why else lay somebody to rest?
But Sora refuses to believe it, triggering an Argument Armament.
Final Question: How was Ari even able to strangle someone stronger than her?
Final answer: She was strong enough. With her leverage behind emily, it was too easy to twist the bandanna. Maybe she only meant to incapacitate her, but whether she intended to or not, she strangled Emily to death.
After that, Sora breaks down. It’s all her fault, she claims. Emily didn’t just go after her because she was an easy target. Upon hearing Emily’s motive, what she did, Sora couldn’t hold in her anger and started to tear into Emily, condemning her for her actions. If she hadn’t lost her temper, Emily wouldn’t have wanted to kill her, and Ari wouldn’t have had to step in. In the end, Ari Inoue died as she lived: Giving everything for Sora.
Ari is promptly executed, and she goes willingly like a lamb to the slaughter.
OPEN SEASON: ULTIMATE SIGN LANGUAGE INTERPRETER ARI INOUE’S EXECUTION: EXECUTED
We open on Ari in the forest, looking nervous but nonetheless accepting of her fate. The twins stand fifty paces behind her, one holding a hunting horn, the other a gun. The horn and the gun sound off in unison, sending half a dozen robotic wolves after Ari. Ari’s head start seems to keep her safe until her ankle gets caught in a rabbit snare, tripping her up and bringing her to the ground. With the wolves rapidly approaching, Ari uses her limited time left to send one final message. She looks up at the camera with tears in her eyes and signs: I love you, Sora. Stay strong for me. For us both. The wolves catch up to her, and the camera pans up to the sounds of ripping meat and screaming.
14/16 students remain
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Pretty good. Someone gave me an acoustic guitar, it seems to be in good condition and it’s the same body shape I would’ve bought, which is nice (Dreadnought shape)
I’ve been playing electric but I think at heart I’m more of an acoustic/folk at heart, at least in terms of philosophy. I’m just very happy to have gotten it
The thunderclouds broke up
And the rain dried up
The lighting let up
The clacking shutters just shut up
What animal should I make my foil animatronic based on
Artise
Totally not part Asian
Has cars (cats)
I feel like hitting someone and/or something
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
It was me Barry! I Jumped Jack Flash!
If I pretend my problems don’t exist and walk fast enough, they’ll eventually disappear
Your honor, shut up, you wasn't even there
It’s only a war crime if you lose
Totally unrelated, but it just struck me that I have no idea what your name is supposed to sound like. I imagine it as Di NO f SKID
Is it jsut nonesense? (Meant in the least offensive way possible)
The thunderclouds broke up
And the rain dried up
The lighting let up
The clacking shutters just shut up
The second part is
Artise
Totally not part Asian
Has cars (cats)
Hit a wall with a pillow taped to it
Artise
Totally not part Asian
Has cars (cats)
In the scary way or jsut the restless anger sort of way
The thunderclouds broke up
And the rain dried up
The lighting let up
The clacking shutters just shut up
Amateur stuff, the real solution is joining the military ofc
The thunderclouds broke up
And the rain dried up
The lighting let up
The clacking shutters just shut up
So what about throwing something across the room
Artise
Totally not part Asian
Has cars (cats)
This is America. Who taught you about throwing, ‘round here when we use projectiles we shoot them
cant even call yourself a real man. 😔
The thunderclouds broke up
And the rain dried up
The lighting let up
The clacking shutters just shut up
I don't know where the guns are in my house
Artise
Totally not part Asian
Has cars (cats)
Generally check closests and shelving, anywhere that would be out of the way. And hey, if you can’t find any you can always go to the shop and buy yourself an automatic. Or you can go classic with musket and ball, it’s all about personal preference… and how many people you need to take out.
remember, this is just decompression. Different cultures just do it differently
The thunderclouds broke up
And the rain dried up
The lighting let up
The clacking shutters just shut up
I have no idea where the nearby gun store is
Artise
Totally not part Asian
Has cars (cats)
Do you live in the south? If you just ask strangers you should find one to borrow, I think about 50% of people you ask will own one. If not, move south, or just look up the nearest gun store. If that doesn’t work I guess you’re out of luck son
(not sure how many more answers I have lol)
The thunderclouds broke up
And the rain dried up
The lighting let up
The clacking shutters just shut up
I still have online school tho
I also know where a machete is
Artise
Totally not part Asian
Has cars (cats)
WELL WHY DIDNT YOU SAY SO?!
Not as good as a gun, but it’s a start. Now, go out into the world and
murderprotect your country(I think that’s a good note to end on)
The thunderclouds broke up
And the rain dried up
The lighting let up
The clacking shutters just shut up