A young Italian man stands in the streets of Italy, watching the bustling people with a warm smile. Some people recognize him as Marco Fellini, as he is a regular at multiple bars and a good customer to many vendors. He has messy black hair ties in a man bun and some stubble on his tan face. He wears an open trench coat with a gray turtleneck and cargo pants underneath. He is leaning against a fruit stand with his hands in his pockets. Stand users can see a humanoid stand leaning on the same fruit stand next to him, attempting to smoke a cigar.
The stand is around Fellini’s size. It is bronze and steampunk styled, with 6 green eyes on its sleek, robotic face. It has a large top hat with goggles on it (Think Sabo style). The stand has multiple pipes sticking off it’s shoulder blades that occasionally blast a little bit of steam or a spritz of green fire.
Don watches him from his hotel room on the second floor. Silently, too quick to be noticed.
After a couple minutes, a kid in front of Fellini trips on the pavement. Before he hits the ground, the kid stops, as if caught by the back of his shirt. Fellini sits down on the ground, and the kid is propped upright and on his feet. Fellini smiles and sends him on his way.
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
Don watches him from his hotel room on the second floor. Silently, too quick to be noticed.
After a couple minutes, a kid in front of Fellini trips on the pavement. Before he hits the ground, the kid stops, as if caught by the back of his shirt. Fellini sits down on the ground, and the kid is propped upright and on his feet. Fellini smiles and sends him on his way.
Don frowns at this, a stopwatch forming in his hands, and he begins to click it angrily. click,click,click.
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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.
Don watches him from his hotel room on the second floor. Silently, too quick to be noticed.
After a couple minutes, a kid in front of Fellini trips on the pavement. Before he hits the ground, the kid stops, as if caught by the back of his shirt. Fellini sits down on the ground, and the kid is propped upright and on his feet. Fellini smiles and sends him on his way.
Don frowns at this, a stopwatch forming in his hands, and he begins to click it angrily. click,click,click.
If observed closely enough, he can see Fellini’s stand holding two connected gear cogs. When it separates them, Fellini stands back up and starts eating an apple.
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
Don watches him from his hotel room on the second floor. Silently, too quick to be noticed.
After a couple minutes, a kid in front of Fellini trips on the pavement. Before he hits the ground, the kid stops, as if caught by the back of his shirt. Fellini sits down on the ground, and the kid is propped upright and on his feet. Fellini smiles and sends him on his way.
Don frowns at this, a stopwatch forming in his hands, and he begins to click it angrily. click,click,click.
If observed closely enough, he can see Fellini’s stand holding two connected gear cogs. When it separates them, Fellini stands back up and starts eating an apple.
Don takes a few deep breaths, calming himself down. The clicking stops and he steps away from the window.
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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.
Don watches him from his hotel room on the second floor. Silently, too quick to be noticed.
After a couple minutes, a kid in front of Fellini trips on the pavement. Before he hits the ground, the kid stops, as if caught by the back of his shirt. Fellini sits down on the ground, and the kid is propped upright and on his feet. Fellini smiles and sends him on his way.
Don frowns at this, a stopwatch forming in his hands, and he begins to click it angrily. click,click,click.
If observed closely enough, he can see Fellini’s stand holding two connected gear cogs. When it separates them, Fellini stands back up and starts eating an apple.
Don takes a few deep breaths, calming himself down. The clicking stops and he steps away from the window.
*So that we can actually start something*
Fellini goes to the same hotel as Don to stay the night. He goes to the receptionist and starts booking a room.
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
Don watches him from his hotel room on the second floor. Silently, too quick to be noticed.
After a couple minutes, a kid in front of Fellini trips on the pavement. Before he hits the ground, the kid stops, as if caught by the back of his shirt. Fellini sits down on the ground, and the kid is propped upright and on his feet. Fellini smiles and sends him on his way.
Don frowns at this, a stopwatch forming in his hands, and he begins to click it angrily. click,click,click.
If observed closely enough, he can see Fellini’s stand holding two connected gear cogs. When it separates them, Fellini stands back up and starts eating an apple.
Don takes a few deep breaths, calming himself down. The clicking stops and he steps away from the window.
*So that we can actually start something*
Fellini goes to the same hotel as Don to stay the night. He goes to the receptionist and starts booking a room.
He can hear the same clicking from before a floor above him. Before something begins to drip from the ceiling.
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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.
Don watches him from his hotel room on the second floor. Silently, too quick to be noticed.
After a couple minutes, a kid in front of Fellini trips on the pavement. Before he hits the ground, the kid stops, as if caught by the back of his shirt. Fellini sits down on the ground, and the kid is propped upright and on his feet. Fellini smiles and sends him on his way.
Don frowns at this, a stopwatch forming in his hands, and he begins to click it angrily. click,click,click.
If observed closely enough, he can see Fellini’s stand holding two connected gear cogs. When it separates them, Fellini stands back up and starts eating an apple.
Don takes a few deep breaths, calming himself down. The clicking stops and he steps away from the window.
*So that we can actually start something*
Fellini goes to the same hotel as Don to stay the night. He goes to the receptionist and starts booking a room.
He can hear the same clicking from before a floor above him. Before something begins to drip from the ceiling.
Fellini tilts his head and retracts his stand. He inspects the liquid.
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
Don watches him from his hotel room on the second floor. Silently, too quick to be noticed.
After a couple minutes, a kid in front of Fellini trips on the pavement. Before he hits the ground, the kid stops, as if caught by the back of his shirt. Fellini sits down on the ground, and the kid is propped upright and on his feet. Fellini smiles and sends him on his way.
Don frowns at this, a stopwatch forming in his hands, and he begins to click it angrily. click,click,click.
If observed closely enough, he can see Fellini’s stand holding two connected gear cogs. When it separates them, Fellini stands back up and starts eating an apple.
Don takes a few deep breaths, calming himself down. The clicking stops and he steps away from the window.
*So that we can actually start something*
Fellini goes to the same hotel as Don to stay the night. He goes to the receptionist and starts booking a room.
He can hear the same clicking from before a floor above him. Before something begins to drip from the ceiling.
Fellini tilts his head and retracts his stand. He inspects the liquid.
Blood, B- specifically. Coming from a room a few yards left of the reception desk.
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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.
Don watches him from his hotel room on the second floor. Silently, too quick to be noticed.
After a couple minutes, a kid in front of Fellini trips on the pavement. Before he hits the ground, the kid stops, as if caught by the back of his shirt. Fellini sits down on the ground, and the kid is propped upright and on his feet. Fellini smiles and sends him on his way.
Don frowns at this, a stopwatch forming in his hands, and he begins to click it angrily. click,click,click.
If observed closely enough, he can see Fellini’s stand holding two connected gear cogs. When it separates them, Fellini stands back up and starts eating an apple.
Don takes a few deep breaths, calming himself down. The clicking stops and he steps away from the window.
*So that we can actually start something*
Fellini goes to the same hotel as Don to stay the night. He goes to the receptionist and starts booking a room.
He can hear the same clicking from before a floor above him. Before something begins to drip from the ceiling.
Fellini tilts his head and retracts his stand. He inspects the liquid.
Blood, B- specifically. Coming from a room a few yards left of the reception desk.
He decides to head up to the floor above and listen to anything inside the room. Stealth: 9
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
Don watches him from his hotel room on the second floor. Silently, too quick to be noticed.
After a couple minutes, a kid in front of Fellini trips on the pavement. Before he hits the ground, the kid stops, as if caught by the back of his shirt. Fellini sits down on the ground, and the kid is propped upright and on his feet. Fellini smiles and sends him on his way.
Don frowns at this, a stopwatch forming in his hands, and he begins to click it angrily. click,click,click.
If observed closely enough, he can see Fellini’s stand holding two connected gear cogs. When it separates them, Fellini stands back up and starts eating an apple.
Don takes a few deep breaths, calming himself down. The clicking stops and he steps away from the window.
*So that we can actually start something*
Fellini goes to the same hotel as Don to stay the night. He goes to the receptionist and starts booking a room.
He can hear the same clicking from before a floor above him. Before something begins to drip from the ceiling.
Fellini tilts his head and retracts his stand. He inspects the liquid.
Blood, B- specifically. Coming from a room a few yards left of the reception desk.
He decides to head up to the floor above and listen to anything inside the room. Stealth: 12
Silence, cold and uneasy.
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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.
Don watches him from his hotel room on the second floor. Silently, too quick to be noticed.
After a couple minutes, a kid in front of Fellini trips on the pavement. Before he hits the ground, the kid stops, as if caught by the back of his shirt. Fellini sits down on the ground, and the kid is propped upright and on his feet. Fellini smiles and sends him on his way.
Don frowns at this, a stopwatch forming in his hands, and he begins to click it angrily. click,click,click.
If observed closely enough, he can see Fellini’s stand holding two connected gear cogs. When it separates them, Fellini stands back up and starts eating an apple.
Don takes a few deep breaths, calming himself down. The clicking stops and he steps away from the window.
*So that we can actually start something*
Fellini goes to the same hotel as Don to stay the night. He goes to the receptionist and starts booking a room.
He can hear the same clicking from before a floor above him. Before something begins to drip from the ceiling.
Fellini tilts his head and retracts his stand. He inspects the liquid.
Blood, B- specifically. Coming from a room a few yards left of the reception desk.
He decides to head up to the floor above and listen to anything inside the room. Stealth: 12
Silence, cold and uneasy.
He has probably already given away his presence, so he decides to recklessly enter the room. He speaks with a heavy Italian accent. “Greetings, whoever is there. My name is Marco, and I happened to notice blood seeping from your room into the receptionist office.”
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
He has probably already given away his presence, so he decides to recklessly enter the room. He speaks with a heavy Italian accent. “Greetings, whoever is there. My name is Marco, and I happened to notice blood seeping from your room into the receptionist office.”
The only thing in the room is two bodies. One of a 45 year old man, French, the other of a 18 year old girl, Native American. Their bodies were seemingly drained of nearly all their blood, five wholes in their chest each.
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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.
He has probably already given away his presence, so he decides to recklessly enter the room. He speaks with a heavy Italian accent. “Greetings, whoever is there. My name is Marco, and I happened to notice blood seeping from your room into the receptionist office.”
The only thing in the room is two bodies. One of a 45 year old man, French, the other of a 18 year old girl, Native American. Their bodies were seemingly drained of nearly all their blood, five wholes in their chest each.
Fillini’s stand emerges and puts its hand on its chin. It says in a robotic, montane voice. “Analysis of situation in process. Appropriate remark: Shit.”
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
*Crazy Train is like Echoes Act III. It has a personality and can think for itself.*
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
He has probably already given away his presence, so he decides to recklessly enter the room. He speaks with a heavy Italian accent. “Greetings, whoever is there. My name is Marco, and I happened to notice blood seeping from your room into the receptionist office.”
The only thing in the room is two bodies. One of a 45 year old man, French, the other of a 18 year old girl, Native American. Their bodies were seemingly drained of nearly all their blood, five wholes in their chest each.
Fillini’s stand emerges and puts its hand on its chin. It says in a robotic, montane voice. “Analysis of situation in process. Appropriate remark: Shit.”
The blood is dripping from the older man, though unable to be saved.
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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.
He has probably already given away his presence, so he decides to recklessly enter the room. He speaks with a heavy Italian accent. “Greetings, whoever is there. My name is Marco, and I happened to notice blood seeping from your room into the receptionist office.”
The only thing in the room is two bodies. One of a 45 year old man, French, the other of a 18 year old girl, Native American. Their bodies were seemingly drained of nearly all their blood, five wholes in their chest each.
Fillini’s stand emerges and puts its hand on its chin. It says in a robotic, montane voice. “Analysis of situation in process. Appropriate remark: Shit.”
As you are currently analyzing the situation the sound of footsteps coming upstairs starts to happen, its easy to tell that someone is currently coming upstairs.
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Back Once more. Stand Proud Brothers, Till the Sky May Fall and Until the Sun Darks out. Let us ring the Drums of Liberation!
He has probably already given away his presence, so he decides to recklessly enter the room. He speaks with a heavy Italian accent. “Greetings, whoever is there. My name is Marco, and I happened to notice blood seeping from your room into the receptionist office.”
The only thing in the room is two bodies. One of a 45 year old man, French, the other of a 18 year old girl, Native American. Their bodies were seemingly drained of nearly all their blood, five wholes in their chest each.
Fillini’s stand emerges and puts its hand on its chin. It says in a robotic, montane voice. “Analysis of situation in process. Appropriate remark: Shit.”
The blood is dripping from the older man, though unable to be saved.
*If they are both already completely gone, Fellini can do nothing.*
Marco smacks his stand’s head. “Language.” He then searches the room for a culprit.
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
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After a couple minutes, a kid in front of Fellini trips on the pavement. Before he hits the ground, the kid stops, as if caught by the back of his shirt. Fellini sits down on the ground, and the kid is propped upright and on his feet. Fellini smiles and sends him on his way.
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
Don frowns at this, a stopwatch forming in his hands, and he begins to click it angrily. click,click,click.
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
If observed closely enough, he can see Fellini’s stand holding two connected gear cogs. When it separates them, Fellini stands back up and starts eating an apple.
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
Don takes a few deep breaths, calming himself down. The clicking stops and he steps away from the window.
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
*So that we can actually start something*
Fellini goes to the same hotel as Don to stay the night. He goes to the receptionist and starts booking a room.
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
He can hear the same clicking from before a floor above him. Before something begins to drip from the ceiling.
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
Fellini tilts his head and retracts his stand. He inspects the liquid.
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
Blood, B- specifically. Coming from a room a few yards left of the reception desk.
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
He decides to head up to the floor above and listen to anything inside the room. Stealth: 9
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
Silence, cold and uneasy.
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
He has probably already given away his presence, so he decides to recklessly enter the room. He speaks with a heavy Italian accent. “Greetings, whoever is there. My name is Marco, and I happened to notice blood seeping from your room into the receptionist office.”
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
The only thing in the room is two bodies. One of a 45 year old man, French, the other of a 18 year old girl, Native American. Their bodies were seemingly drained of nearly all their blood, five wholes in their chest each.
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
*They got what Dio did to Joseph.*
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
Fillini’s stand emerges and puts its hand on its chin. It says in a robotic, montane voice. “Analysis of situation in process. Appropriate remark: Shit.”
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
*wait they both had the exact same blood type?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Crazy Train is like Echoes Act III. It has a personality and can think for itself.*
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
The blood is dripping from the older man, though unable to be saved.
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
*No only the older man was dripping blood.*
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
As you are currently analyzing the situation the sound of footsteps coming upstairs starts to happen, its easy to tell that someone is currently coming upstairs.
Back Once more. Stand Proud Brothers, Till the Sky May Fall and Until the Sun Darks out. Let us ring the Drums of Liberation!
O' Great One, I pledge my Blade to you.
*If they are both already completely gone, Fellini can do nothing.*
Marco smacks his stand’s head. “Language.” He then searches the room for a culprit.
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES