A familiar face has come by Absit once again to try and pick up the spirits in The Dead Man’s Town. It is Skar the Mighty. He re-enters his favorite pub for the first time in a couple months, having to hunch over just to sit there.
Reqka walks into the Gem, Atlas chirping with glee
“This is fun to watch. If I had popcorn it would be better though. So why should I stop?” He pauses “actually, you know what? I will stop. Can I see your handwriting?”
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.
“This is fun to watch. If I had popcorn it would be better though. So why should I stop?” He pauses “actually, you know what? I will stop. Can I see your handwriting?”
A familiar face has come by Absit once again to try and pick up the spirits in The Dead Man’s Town. It is Skar the Mighty. He re-enters his favorite pub for the first time in a couple months, having to hunch over just to sit there.
Reqka walks into the Gem, Atlas chirping with glee
"Well hello there!"
Skar nods at her and drains a barrel of beer.
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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.
A familiar face has come by Absit once again to try and pick up the spirits in The Dead Man’s Town. It is Skar the Mighty. He re-enters his favorite pub for the first time in a couple months, having to hunch over just to sit there.
Reqka walks into the Gem, Atlas chirping with glee
"Well hello there!"
Skar nods at her and drains a barrel of beer.
Atlas walks over, trying to sniff the beer with their antennae
A familiar face has come by Absit once again to try and pick up the spirits in The Dead Man’s Town. It is Skar the Mighty. He re-enters his favorite pub for the first time in a couple months, having to hunch over just to sit there.
Reqka walks into the Gem, Atlas chirping with glee
"Well hello there!"
Skar nods at her and drains a barrel of beer.
Atlas walks over, trying to sniff the beer with their antennae
“Eh, and who’s this?” Skar says merrily, referring to Atlas.
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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.
A familiar face has come by Absit once again to try and pick up the spirits in The Dead Man’s Town. It is Skar the Mighty. He re-enters his favorite pub for the first time in a couple months, having to hunch over just to sit there.
Reqka walks into the Gem, Atlas chirping with glee
"Well hello there!"
Skar nods at her and drains a barrel of beer.
Atlas walks over, trying to sniff the beer with their antennae
“Eh, and who’s this?” Skar says merrily, referring to Atlas.
A familiar face has come by Absit once again to try and pick up the spirits in The Dead Man’s Town. It is Skar the Mighty. He re-enters his favorite pub for the first time in a couple months, having to hunch over just to sit there.
Reqka walks into the Gem, Atlas chirping with glee
"Well hello there!"
Skar nods at her and drains a barrel of beer.
Atlas walks over, trying to sniff the beer with their antennae
“Eh, and who’s this?” Skar says merrily, referring to Atlas.
Atlas stares up
"Atlas?"
“Well met, Atlas.” He ruffles between Atlas’ antenna.
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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.
“This is fun to watch. If I had popcorn it would be better though. So why should I stop?” He pauses “actually, you know what? I will stop. Can I see your handwriting?”
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.
“This is fun to watch. If I had popcorn it would be better though. So why should I stop?” He pauses “actually, you know what? I will stop. Can I see your handwriting?”
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.
“This is fun to watch. If I had popcorn it would be better though. So why should I stop?” He pauses “actually, you know what? I will stop. Can I see your handwriting?”
A familiar face has come by Absit once again to try and pick up the spirits in The Dead Man’s Town. It is Skar the Mighty. He re-enters his favorite pub for the first time in a couple months, having to hunch over just to sit there.
Reqka walks into the Gem, Atlas chirping with glee
"Well hello there!"
Skar nods at her and drains a barrel of beer.
Atlas walks over, trying to sniff the beer with their antennae
“Eh, and who’s this?” Skar says merrily, referring to Atlas.
Atlas stares up
"Atlas?"
“Well met, Atlas.” He ruffles between Atlas’ antenna.
A familiar face has come by Absit once again to try and pick up the spirits in The Dead Man’s Town. It is Skar the Mighty. He re-enters his favorite pub for the first time in a couple months, having to hunch over just to sit there.
Reqka walks into the Gem, Atlas chirping with glee
"Well hello there!"
Skar nods at her and drains a barrel of beer.
Atlas walks over, trying to sniff the beer with their antennae
“Eh, and who’s this?” Skar says merrily, referring to Atlas.
Atlas stares up
"Atlas?"
“Well met, Atlas.” He ruffles between Atlas’ antenna.
Atlas rolls over
"He's kinda like a dog"
“And you are?” He says to Reqka.
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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.
A familiar face has come by Absit once again to try and pick up the spirits in The Dead Man’s Town. It is Skar the Mighty. He re-enters his favorite pub for the first time in a couple months, having to hunch over just to sit there.
Reqka walks into the Gem, Atlas chirping with glee
"Well hello there!"
Skar nods at her and drains a barrel of beer.
Atlas walks over, trying to sniff the beer with their antennae
“Eh, and who’s this?” Skar says merrily, referring to Atlas.
Atlas stares up
"Atlas?"
“Well met, Atlas.” He ruffles between Atlas’ antenna.
A familiar face has come by Absit once again to try and pick up the spirits in The Dead Man’s Town. It is Skar the Mighty. He re-enters his favorite pub for the first time in a couple months, having to hunch over just to sit there.
Reqka walks into the Gem, Atlas chirping with glee
"Well hello there!"
Skar nods at her and drains a barrel of beer.
Atlas walks over, trying to sniff the beer with their antennae
“Eh, and who’s this?” Skar says merrily, referring to Atlas.
Atlas stares up
"Atlas?"
“Well met, Atlas.” He ruffles between Atlas’ antenna.
Atlas rolls over
"He's kinda like a dog"
“And you are?” He says to Reqka.
"One of your relatives I guess?"
"did you forget all this?"
“Forget all what?”
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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.
“This is fun to watch. If I had popcorn it would be better though. So why should I stop?” He pauses “actually, you know what? I will stop. Can I see your handwriting?”
They collapse to the ground in a violent laughing fit “What did I tell you?”
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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.
“This is fun to watch. If I had popcorn it would be better though. So why should I stop?” He pauses “actually, you know what? I will stop. Can I see your handwriting?”
A familiar face has come by Absit once again to try and pick up the spirits in The Dead Man’s Town. It is Skar the Mighty. He re-enters his favorite pub for the first time in a couple months, having to hunch over just to sit there.
Reqka walks into the Gem, Atlas chirping with glee
"Well hello there!"
Skar nods at her and drains a barrel of beer.
Atlas walks over, trying to sniff the beer with their antennae
“Eh, and who’s this?” Skar says merrily, referring to Atlas.
Atlas stares up
"Atlas?"
“Well met, Atlas.” He ruffles between Atlas’ antenna.
“This is fun to watch. If I had popcorn it would be better though. So why should I stop?” He pauses “actually, you know what? I will stop. Can I see your handwriting?”
They collapse to the ground in a violent laughing fit “What did I tell you?”
*I think it counts as my turn now since you cast it*
4
“Yeah I wouldn’t try to get up.”
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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.
-Except, Prayer for loving sorrow
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Reqka walks into the Gem, Atlas chirping with glee
"Well hello there!"
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
“Don’t even think about it.” He cast Tasha’s hideous laughter
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.
-Except, Prayer for loving sorrow
*Save DC?*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
Skar nods at her and drains a barrel of beer.
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
Atlas walks over, trying to sniff the beer with their antennae
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
“Eh, and who’s this?” Skar says merrily, referring to Atlas.
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
Atlas stares up
"Atlas?"
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
“Well met, Atlas.” He ruffles between Atlas’ antenna.
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
*I don’t tell people until after the save*
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.
-Except, Prayer for loving sorrow
*You’re supposed to so people know you’re not cheating.*
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
10
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
Atlas rolls over
"He's kinda like a dog"
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
“And you are?” He says to Reqka.
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
"One of your relatives I guess?"
"did you forget all this?"
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
“Forget all what?”
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
They collapse to the ground in a violent laughing fit “What did I tell you?”
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.
-Except, Prayer for loving sorrow
*I think it counts as my turn now since you cast it*
20
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*wow DDB hates me*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
"Me, Atlas- stuff like that?"
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
“Yeah I wouldn’t try to get up.”
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.
-Except, Prayer for loving sorrow