It seems that the 12 year old kid with a bright yellow sweater and a whole lot of issues known as Lonely is being attacked by some powerful swordsman, wearing wicked black armor and wielding a glowing greatsword. Or well, Lonely was being attacked. It seems that after the swordsman had wounded Lonely on the arm, the two of them stood still for a moment, the air grew cold, and the swordsman stopped breathing as the lights left his eyes. Lonely doesn’t know what happened, is wounded, scared, and confused.
A new challenger approaches! A skirmish has broken out between a dozen warriors, all fighting against each other, for glory and for survival. Suddenly, a terrifying note, a single sound of horror, fills the air around them, and they all pause. Then, another. And another. Soon, an entire melody fills the air, leaving the warriors confused and nervous. Then, one of the warriors screams as his form quickly Rots and decays, his flesh falling off of his bones. They all drop like flies, one by one. A gnomish woman walks into the scene, in a brilliant, sparkling red dress, with a powdered wig and lots of makeup. She plays a crimson Viola, strung with the hair of an Ebony unicorn, crafted from the tree used to hang a hundred innocent people. The bow is crafted from the tusk of a magical animal hunted to extinction, and it plays a most dreadful, yet beautiful tune. Introducing lady Lovelace, and her weapon of choice: the Crimson Viol.
*Hmmm. Who do you want to rp with?*
*it has been quite a while… would you mind if you chose this time?*
It seems that the 12 year old kid with a bright yellow sweater and a whole lot of issues known as Lonely is being attacked by some powerful swordsman, wearing wicked black armor and wielding a glowing greatsword. Or well, Lonely was being attacked. It seems that after the swordsman had wounded Lonely on the arm, the two of them stood still for a moment, the air grew cold, and the swordsman stopped breathing as the lights left his eyes. Lonely doesn’t know what happened, is wounded, scared, and confused.
A new challenger approaches! A skirmish has broken out between a dozen warriors, all fighting against each other, for glory and for survival. Suddenly, a terrifying note, a single sound of horror, fills the air around them, and they all pause. Then, another. And another. Soon, an entire melody fills the air, leaving the warriors confused and nervous. Then, one of the warriors screams as his form quickly Rots and decays, his flesh falling off of his bones. They all drop like flies, one by one. A gnomish woman walks into the scene, in a brilliant, sparkling red dress, with a powdered wig and lots of makeup. She plays a crimson Viola, strung with the hair of an Ebony unicorn, crafted from the tree used to hang a hundred innocent people. The bow is crafted from the tusk of a magical animal hunted to extinction, and it plays a most dreadful, yet beautiful tune. Introducing lady Lovelace, and her weapon of choice: the Crimson Viol.
*Hmmm. Who do you want to rp with?*
*it has been quite a while… would you mind if you chose this time?*
*Sure! I can only rp with one of them though, so who would you prefer I did it with?*
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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
*Just got to yap at my mom for half an hour after talking about meal plans. I told her about the 5 Hour War and got her opinion on my drawing. She said she was proud of me at least twice and thanked me for telling her about my stuff, and also said she hasn't heard me sound so happy in a long time.*
*She helped me picked out sides for my dinner selections!*
*also, my computer autocorrects ‘Frabjous,’ to be in all caps. FRABJOUS.*
Hah!
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Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! This is my original account, but you’ll probably see me on my main accounts, Gonzalo3, and Gonzalo5. Don’t ask why I have so many alts.
*Just got to yap at my mom for half an hour after talking about meal plans. I told her about the 5 Hour War and got her opinion on my drawing. She said she was proud of me at least twice and thanked me for telling her about my stuff, and also said she hasn't heard me sound so happy in a long time.*
*She helped me picked out sides for my dinner selections!*
*Just got to yap at my mom for half an hour after talking about meal plans. I told her about the 5 Hour War and got her opinion on my drawing. She said she was proud of me at least twice and thanked me for telling her about my stuff, and also said she hasn't heard me sound so happy in a long time.*
*She helped me picked out sides for my dinner selections!*
*also, my computer autocorrects ‘Frabjous,’ to be in all caps. FRABJOUS.*
Hah!
*?*
*well, you’ve said frabjous in all caps enough for it to autocorrect to all caps, no? Also, I may rp on this… looks neat!*
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Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! This is my original account, but you’ll probably see me on my main accounts, Gonzalo3, and Gonzalo5. Don’t ask why I have so many alts.
It seems that the 12 year old kid with a bright yellow sweater and a whole lot of issues known as Lonely is being attacked by some powerful swordsman, wearing wicked black armor and wielding a glowing greatsword. Or well, Lonely was being attacked. It seems that after the swordsman had wounded Lonely on the arm, the two of them stood still for a moment, the air grew cold, and the swordsman stopped breathing as the lights left his eyes. Lonely doesn’t know what happened, is wounded, scared, and confused.
A new challenger approaches! A skirmish has broken out between a dozen warriors, all fighting against each other, for glory and for survival. Suddenly, a terrifying note, a single sound of horror, fills the air around them, and they all pause. Then, another. And another. Soon, an entire melody fills the air, leaving the warriors confused and nervous. Then, one of the warriors screams as his form quickly Rots and decays, his flesh falling off of his bones. They all drop like flies, one by one. A gnomish woman walks into the scene, in a brilliant, sparkling red dress, with a powdered wig and lots of makeup. She plays a crimson Viola, strung with the hair of an Ebony unicorn, crafted from the tree used to hang a hundred innocent people. The bow is crafted from the tusk of a magical animal hunted to extinction, and it plays a most dreadful, yet beautiful tune. Introducing lady Lovelace, and her weapon of choice: the Crimson Viol.
*Hmmm. Who do you want to rp with?*
*it has been quite a while… would you mind if you chose this time?*
*Sure! I can only rp with one of them though, so who would you prefer I did it with?*
It seems that the 12 year old kid with a bright yellow sweater and a whole lot of issues known as Lonely is being attacked by some powerful swordsman, wearing wicked black armor and wielding a glowing greatsword. Or well, Lonely was being attacked. It seems that after the swordsman had wounded Lonely on the arm, the two of them stood still for a moment, the air grew cold, and the swordsman stopped breathing as the lights left his eyes. Lonely doesn’t know what happened, is wounded, scared, and confused.
A new challenger approaches! A skirmish has broken out between a dozen warriors, all fighting against each other, for glory and for survival. Suddenly, a terrifying note, a single sound of horror, fills the air around them, and they all pause. Then, another. And another. Soon, an entire melody fills the air, leaving the warriors confused and nervous. Then, one of the warriors screams as his form quickly Rots and decays, his flesh falling off of his bones. They all drop like flies, one by one. A gnomish woman walks into the scene, in a brilliant, sparkling red dress, with a powdered wig and lots of makeup. She plays a crimson Viola, strung with the hair of an Ebony unicorn, crafted from the tree used to hang a hundred innocent people. The bow is crafted from the tusk of a magical animal hunted to extinction, and it plays a most dreadful, yet beautiful tune. Introducing lady Lovelace, and her weapon of choice: the Crimson Viol.
*Hmmm. Who do you want to rp with?*
*it has been quite a while… would you mind if you chose this time?*
*Sure! I can only rp with one of them though, so who would you prefer I did it with?*
*probably Lonely!*
*You ask, and you shall receive!*
Cú Chulainn walks up to Lonely and the dead man, placing 2 fingers on the man’s neck as he looks at Lonely “You alright lad? That’s a pretty nasty wound you got there.”
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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
It seems that the 12 year old kid with a bright yellow sweater and a whole lot of issues known as Lonely is being attacked by some powerful swordsman, wearing wicked black armor and wielding a glowing greatsword. Or well, Lonely was being attacked. It seems that after the swordsman had wounded Lonely on the arm, the two of them stood still for a moment, the air grew cold, and the swordsman stopped breathing as the lights left his eyes. Lonely doesn’t know what happened, is wounded, scared, and confused.
A new challenger approaches! A skirmish has broken out between a dozen warriors, all fighting against each other, for glory and for survival. Suddenly, a terrifying note, a single sound of horror, fills the air around them, and they all pause. Then, another. And another. Soon, an entire melody fills the air, leaving the warriors confused and nervous. Then, one of the warriors screams as his form quickly Rots and decays, his flesh falling off of his bones. They all drop like flies, one by one. A gnomish woman walks into the scene, in a brilliant, sparkling red dress, with a powdered wig and lots of makeup. She plays a crimson Viola, strung with the hair of an Ebony unicorn, crafted from the tree used to hang a hundred innocent people. The bow is crafted from the tusk of a magical animal hunted to extinction, and it plays a most dreadful, yet beautiful tune. Introducing lady Lovelace, and her weapon of choice: the Crimson Viol.
*Hmmm. Who do you want to rp with?*
*it has been quite a while… would you mind if you chose this time?*
*Sure! I can only rp with one of them though, so who would you prefer I did it with?*
*probably Lonely!*
*You ask, and you shall receive!*
Cú Chulainn walks up to Lonely and the dead man, placing 2 fingers on the man’s neck as he looks at Lonely “You alright lad? That’s a pretty nasty wound you got there.”
Lonely shakes their head, shaking. “N-no… he…” they trail off, showing them their wound. It’s a long, deep gash across their right arm. It doesn’t bleed red, but instead black.
It seems that the 12 year old kid with a bright yellow sweater and a whole lot of issues known as Lonely is being attacked by some powerful swordsman, wearing wicked black armor and wielding a glowing greatsword. Or well, Lonely was being attacked. It seems that after the swordsman had wounded Lonely on the arm, the two of them stood still for a moment, the air grew cold, and the swordsman stopped breathing as the lights left his eyes. Lonely doesn’t know what happened, is wounded, scared, and confused.
A new challenger approaches! A skirmish has broken out between a dozen warriors, all fighting against each other, for glory and for survival. Suddenly, a terrifying note, a single sound of horror, fills the air around them, and they all pause. Then, another. And another. Soon, an entire melody fills the air, leaving the warriors confused and nervous. Then, one of the warriors screams as his form quickly Rots and decays, his flesh falling off of his bones. They all drop like flies, one by one. A gnomish woman walks into the scene, in a brilliant, sparkling red dress, with a powdered wig and lots of makeup. She plays a crimson Viola, strung with the hair of an Ebony unicorn, crafted from the tree used to hang a hundred innocent people. The bow is crafted from the tusk of a magical animal hunted to extinction, and it plays a most dreadful, yet beautiful tune. Introducing lady Lovelace, and her weapon of choice: the Crimson Viol.
*Hmmm. Who do you want to rp with?*
*it has been quite a while… would you mind if you chose this time?*
*Sure! I can only rp with one of them though, so who would you prefer I did it with?*
*probably Lonely!*
*You ask, and you shall receive!*
Cú Chulainn walks up to Lonely and the dead man, placing 2 fingers on the man’s neck as he looks at Lonely “You alright lad? That’s a pretty nasty wound you got there.”
Lonely shakes their head, shaking. “N-no… he…” they trail off, showing them their wound. It’s a long, deep gash across their right arm. It doesn’t bleed red, but instead black.
“Huh. Are you human? Because I’ve never seen one with black blood. Anyways, I advise you lie down. I don’t want you going into shock.”
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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
It seems that the 12 year old kid with a bright yellow sweater and a whole lot of issues known as Lonely is being attacked by some powerful swordsman, wearing wicked black armor and wielding a glowing greatsword. Or well, Lonely was being attacked. It seems that after the swordsman had wounded Lonely on the arm, the two of them stood still for a moment, the air grew cold, and the swordsman stopped breathing as the lights left his eyes. Lonely doesn’t know what happened, is wounded, scared, and confused.
A new challenger approaches! A skirmish has broken out between a dozen warriors, all fighting against each other, for glory and for survival. Suddenly, a terrifying note, a single sound of horror, fills the air around them, and they all pause. Then, another. And another. Soon, an entire melody fills the air, leaving the warriors confused and nervous. Then, one of the warriors screams as his form quickly Rots and decays, his flesh falling off of his bones. They all drop like flies, one by one. A gnomish woman walks into the scene, in a brilliant, sparkling red dress, with a powdered wig and lots of makeup. She plays a crimson Viola, strung with the hair of an Ebony unicorn, crafted from the tree used to hang a hundred innocent people. The bow is crafted from the tusk of a magical animal hunted to extinction, and it plays a most dreadful, yet beautiful tune. Introducing lady Lovelace, and her weapon of choice: the Crimson Viol.
*Hmmm. Who do you want to rp with?*
*it has been quite a while… would you mind if you chose this time?*
*Sure! I can only rp with one of them though, so who would you prefer I did it with?*
*probably Lonely!*
*You ask, and you shall receive!*
Cú Chulainn walks up to Lonely and the dead man, placing 2 fingers on the man’s neck as he looks at Lonely “You alright lad? That’s a pretty nasty wound you got there.”
Lonely shakes their head, shaking. “N-no… he…” they trail off, showing them their wound. It’s a long, deep gash across their right arm. It doesn’t bleed red, but instead black.
“Huh. Are you human? Because I’ve never seen one with black blood. Anyways, I advise you lie down. I don’t want you going into shock.”
Slowly, still shaking, they sit down and lie against a nearby rock. “I… I don’t know… I thought I was?…”
It seems that the 12 year old kid with a bright yellow sweater and a whole lot of issues known as Lonely is being attacked by some powerful swordsman, wearing wicked black armor and wielding a glowing greatsword. Or well, Lonely was being attacked. It seems that after the swordsman had wounded Lonely on the arm, the two of them stood still for a moment, the air grew cold, and the swordsman stopped breathing as the lights left his eyes. Lonely doesn’t know what happened, is wounded, scared, and confused.
A new challenger approaches! A skirmish has broken out between a dozen warriors, all fighting against each other, for glory and for survival. Suddenly, a terrifying note, a single sound of horror, fills the air around them, and they all pause. Then, another. And another. Soon, an entire melody fills the air, leaving the warriors confused and nervous. Then, one of the warriors screams as his form quickly Rots and decays, his flesh falling off of his bones. They all drop like flies, one by one. A gnomish woman walks into the scene, in a brilliant, sparkling red dress, with a powdered wig and lots of makeup. She plays a crimson Viola, strung with the hair of an Ebony unicorn, crafted from the tree used to hang a hundred innocent people. The bow is crafted from the tusk of a magical animal hunted to extinction, and it plays a most dreadful, yet beautiful tune. Introducing lady Lovelace, and her weapon of choice: the Crimson Viol.
*Hmmm. Who do you want to rp with?*
*it has been quite a while… would you mind if you chose this time?*
*Sure! I can only rp with one of them though, so who would you prefer I did it with?*
*probably Lonely!*
*You ask, and you shall receive!*
Cú Chulainn walks up to Lonely and the dead man, placing 2 fingers on the man’s neck as he looks at Lonely “You alright lad? That’s a pretty nasty wound you got there.”
Lonely shakes their head, shaking. “N-no… he…” they trail off, showing them their wound. It’s a long, deep gash across their right arm. It doesn’t bleed red, but instead black.
“Huh. Are you human? Because I’ve never seen one with black blood. Anyways, I advise you lie down. I don’t want you going into shock.”
Slowly, still shaking, they sit down and lie against a nearby rock. “I… I don’t know… I thought I was?…”
He chuckles “Yeah, I thought that too.” He takes out a small stone “Before I do this, I want you to know this is probably going to hurt. And don’t ask how much. It’s pretty much unquantifiable.”
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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
It seems that the 12 year old kid with a bright yellow sweater and a whole lot of issues known as Lonely is being attacked by some powerful swordsman, wearing wicked black armor and wielding a glowing greatsword. Or well, Lonely was being attacked. It seems that after the swordsman had wounded Lonely on the arm, the two of them stood still for a moment, the air grew cold, and the swordsman stopped breathing as the lights left his eyes. Lonely doesn’t know what happened, is wounded, scared, and confused.
A new challenger approaches! A skirmish has broken out between a dozen warriors, all fighting against each other, for glory and for survival. Suddenly, a terrifying note, a single sound of horror, fills the air around them, and they all pause. Then, another. And another. Soon, an entire melody fills the air, leaving the warriors confused and nervous. Then, one of the warriors screams as his form quickly Rots and decays, his flesh falling off of his bones. They all drop like flies, one by one. A gnomish woman walks into the scene, in a brilliant, sparkling red dress, with a powdered wig and lots of makeup. She plays a crimson Viola, strung with the hair of an Ebony unicorn, crafted from the tree used to hang a hundred innocent people. The bow is crafted from the tusk of a magical animal hunted to extinction, and it plays a most dreadful, yet beautiful tune. Introducing lady Lovelace, and her weapon of choice: the Crimson Viol.
*Hmmm. Who do you want to rp with?*
*it has been quite a while… would you mind if you chose this time?*
*Sure! I can only rp with one of them though, so who would you prefer I did it with?*
*probably Lonely!*
*You ask, and you shall receive!*
Cú Chulainn walks up to Lonely and the dead man, placing 2 fingers on the man’s neck as he looks at Lonely “You alright lad? That’s a pretty nasty wound you got there.”
Lonely shakes their head, shaking. “N-no… he…” they trail off, showing them their wound. It’s a long, deep gash across their right arm. It doesn’t bleed red, but instead black.
“Huh. Are you human? Because I’ve never seen one with black blood. Anyways, I advise you lie down. I don’t want you going into shock.”
Slowly, still shaking, they sit down and lie against a nearby rock. “I… I don’t know… I thought I was?…”
He chuckles “Yeah, I thought that too.” He takes out a small stone “Before I do this, I want you to know this is probably going to hurt. And don’t ask how much. It’s pretty much unquantifiable.”
Nervously, they ask, “w-what are you going to do?”
It seems that the 12 year old kid with a bright yellow sweater and a whole lot of issues known as Lonely is being attacked by some powerful swordsman, wearing wicked black armor and wielding a glowing greatsword. Or well, Lonely was being attacked. It seems that after the swordsman had wounded Lonely on the arm, the two of them stood still for a moment, the air grew cold, and the swordsman stopped breathing as the lights left his eyes. Lonely doesn’t know what happened, is wounded, scared, and confused.
A new challenger approaches! A skirmish has broken out between a dozen warriors, all fighting against each other, for glory and for survival. Suddenly, a terrifying note, a single sound of horror, fills the air around them, and they all pause. Then, another. And another. Soon, an entire melody fills the air, leaving the warriors confused and nervous. Then, one of the warriors screams as his form quickly Rots and decays, his flesh falling off of his bones. They all drop like flies, one by one. A gnomish woman walks into the scene, in a brilliant, sparkling red dress, with a powdered wig and lots of makeup. She plays a crimson Viola, strung with the hair of an Ebony unicorn, crafted from the tree used to hang a hundred innocent people. The bow is crafted from the tusk of a magical animal hunted to extinction, and it plays a most dreadful, yet beautiful tune. Introducing lady Lovelace, and her weapon of choice: the Crimson Viol.
*Hmmm. Who do you want to rp with?*
*it has been quite a while… would you mind if you chose this time?*
*Sure! I can only rp with one of them though, so who would you prefer I did it with?*
*probably Lonely!*
*You ask, and you shall receive!*
Cú Chulainn walks up to Lonely and the dead man, placing 2 fingers on the man’s neck as he looks at Lonely “You alright lad? That’s a pretty nasty wound you got there.”
Lonely shakes their head, shaking. “N-no… he…” they trail off, showing them their wound. It’s a long, deep gash across their right arm. It doesn’t bleed red, but instead black.
“Huh. Are you human? Because I’ve never seen one with black blood. Anyways, I advise you lie down. I don’t want you going into shock.”
Slowly, still shaking, they sit down and lie against a nearby rock. “I… I don’t know… I thought I was?…”
He chuckles “Yeah, I thought that too.” He takes out a small stone “Before I do this, I want you to know this is probably going to hurt. And don’t ask how much. It’s pretty much unquantifiable.”
Nervously, they ask, “w-what are you going to do?”
“I’m going to shove a rune stone into your arm. There’s like a 3% chance you die a horrible death, but those are pretty good odds if you ask me.”
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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
It seems that the 12 year old kid with a bright yellow sweater and a whole lot of issues known as Lonely is being attacked by some powerful swordsman, wearing wicked black armor and wielding a glowing greatsword. Or well, Lonely was being attacked. It seems that after the swordsman had wounded Lonely on the arm, the two of them stood still for a moment, the air grew cold, and the swordsman stopped breathing as the lights left his eyes. Lonely doesn’t know what happened, is wounded, scared, and confused.
A new challenger approaches! A skirmish has broken out between a dozen warriors, all fighting against each other, for glory and for survival. Suddenly, a terrifying note, a single sound of horror, fills the air around them, and they all pause. Then, another. And another. Soon, an entire melody fills the air, leaving the warriors confused and nervous. Then, one of the warriors screams as his form quickly Rots and decays, his flesh falling off of his bones. They all drop like flies, one by one. A gnomish woman walks into the scene, in a brilliant, sparkling red dress, with a powdered wig and lots of makeup. She plays a crimson Viola, strung with the hair of an Ebony unicorn, crafted from the tree used to hang a hundred innocent people. The bow is crafted from the tusk of a magical animal hunted to extinction, and it plays a most dreadful, yet beautiful tune. Introducing lady Lovelace, and her weapon of choice: the Crimson Viol.
*Hmmm. Who do you want to rp with?*
*it has been quite a while… would you mind if you chose this time?*
*Sure! I can only rp with one of them though, so who would you prefer I did it with?*
*probably Lonely!*
*You ask, and you shall receive!*
Cú Chulainn walks up to Lonely and the dead man, placing 2 fingers on the man’s neck as he looks at Lonely “You alright lad? That’s a pretty nasty wound you got there.”
Lonely shakes their head, shaking. “N-no… he…” they trail off, showing them their wound. It’s a long, deep gash across their right arm. It doesn’t bleed red, but instead black.
“Huh. Are you human? Because I’ve never seen one with black blood. Anyways, I advise you lie down. I don’t want you going into shock.”
Slowly, still shaking, they sit down and lie against a nearby rock. “I… I don’t know… I thought I was?…”
He chuckles “Yeah, I thought that too.” He takes out a small stone “Before I do this, I want you to know this is probably going to hurt. And don’t ask how much. It’s pretty much unquantifiable.”
Nervously, they ask, “w-what are you going to do?”
“I’m going to shove a rune stone into your arm. There’s like a 3% chance you die a horrible death, but those are pretty good odds if you ask me.”
Lonely stifles a gasp, a panicked expression on their face. “Wh-What do you mean I could DIE?!”
It seems that the 12 year old kid with a bright yellow sweater and a whole lot of issues known as Lonely is being attacked by some powerful swordsman, wearing wicked black armor and wielding a glowing greatsword. Or well, Lonely was being attacked. It seems that after the swordsman had wounded Lonely on the arm, the two of them stood still for a moment, the air grew cold, and the swordsman stopped breathing as the lights left his eyes. Lonely doesn’t know what happened, is wounded, scared, and confused.
A new challenger approaches! A skirmish has broken out between a dozen warriors, all fighting against each other, for glory and for survival. Suddenly, a terrifying note, a single sound of horror, fills the air around them, and they all pause. Then, another. And another. Soon, an entire melody fills the air, leaving the warriors confused and nervous. Then, one of the warriors screams as his form quickly Rots and decays, his flesh falling off of his bones. They all drop like flies, one by one. A gnomish woman walks into the scene, in a brilliant, sparkling red dress, with a powdered wig and lots of makeup. She plays a crimson Viola, strung with the hair of an Ebony unicorn, crafted from the tree used to hang a hundred innocent people. The bow is crafted from the tusk of a magical animal hunted to extinction, and it plays a most dreadful, yet beautiful tune. Introducing lady Lovelace, and her weapon of choice: the Crimson Viol.
*Hmmm. Who do you want to rp with?*
*it has been quite a while… would you mind if you chose this time?*
*Sure! I can only rp with one of them though, so who would you prefer I did it with?*
*probably Lonely!*
*You ask, and you shall receive!*
Cú Chulainn walks up to Lonely and the dead man, placing 2 fingers on the man’s neck as he looks at Lonely “You alright lad? That’s a pretty nasty wound you got there.”
Lonely shakes their head, shaking. “N-no… he…” they trail off, showing them their wound. It’s a long, deep gash across their right arm. It doesn’t bleed red, but instead black.
“Huh. Are you human? Because I’ve never seen one with black blood. Anyways, I advise you lie down. I don’t want you going into shock.”
Slowly, still shaking, they sit down and lie against a nearby rock. “I… I don’t know… I thought I was?…”
He chuckles “Yeah, I thought that too.” He takes out a small stone “Before I do this, I want you to know this is probably going to hurt. And don’t ask how much. It’s pretty much unquantifiable.”
Nervously, they ask, “w-what are you going to do?”
“I’m going to shove a rune stone into your arm. There’s like a 3% chance you die a horrible death, but those are pretty good odds if you ask me.”
Lonely stifles a gasp, a panicked expression on their face. “Wh-What do you mean I could DIE?!”
“When people suffer a mortal wound or other life threatening injury, they die. People also die sometimes when you try and fix said life threatening injuries with magic. If you want I could just leave you to bleed out.”
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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
It seems that the 12 year old kid with a bright yellow sweater and a whole lot of issues known as Lonely is being attacked by some powerful swordsman, wearing wicked black armor and wielding a glowing greatsword. Or well, Lonely was being attacked. It seems that after the swordsman had wounded Lonely on the arm, the two of them stood still for a moment, the air grew cold, and the swordsman stopped breathing as the lights left his eyes. Lonely doesn’t know what happened, is wounded, scared, and confused.
A new challenger approaches! A skirmish has broken out between a dozen warriors, all fighting against each other, for glory and for survival. Suddenly, a terrifying note, a single sound of horror, fills the air around them, and they all pause. Then, another. And another. Soon, an entire melody fills the air, leaving the warriors confused and nervous. Then, one of the warriors screams as his form quickly Rots and decays, his flesh falling off of his bones. They all drop like flies, one by one. A gnomish woman walks into the scene, in a brilliant, sparkling red dress, with a powdered wig and lots of makeup. She plays a crimson Viola, strung with the hair of an Ebony unicorn, crafted from the tree used to hang a hundred innocent people. The bow is crafted from the tusk of a magical animal hunted to extinction, and it plays a most dreadful, yet beautiful tune. Introducing lady Lovelace, and her weapon of choice: the Crimson Viol.
*Hmmm. Who do you want to rp with?*
*it has been quite a while… would you mind if you chose this time?*
*Sure! I can only rp with one of them though, so who would you prefer I did it with?*
*probably Lonely!*
*You ask, and you shall receive!*
Cú Chulainn walks up to Lonely and the dead man, placing 2 fingers on the man’s neck as he looks at Lonely “You alright lad? That’s a pretty nasty wound you got there.”
Lonely shakes their head, shaking. “N-no… he…” they trail off, showing them their wound. It’s a long, deep gash across their right arm. It doesn’t bleed red, but instead black.
“Huh. Are you human? Because I’ve never seen one with black blood. Anyways, I advise you lie down. I don’t want you going into shock.”
Slowly, still shaking, they sit down and lie against a nearby rock. “I… I don’t know… I thought I was?…”
He chuckles “Yeah, I thought that too.” He takes out a small stone “Before I do this, I want you to know this is probably going to hurt. And don’t ask how much. It’s pretty much unquantifiable.”
Nervously, they ask, “w-what are you going to do?”
“I’m going to shove a rune stone into your arm. There’s like a 3% chance you die a horrible death, but those are pretty good odds if you ask me.”
Lonely stifles a gasp, a panicked expression on their face. “Wh-What do you mean I could DIE?!”
“When people suffer a mortal wound or other life threatening injury, they die. People also die sometimes when you try and fix said life threatening injuries with magic. If you want I could just leave you to bleed out.”
They take a deep breath, just trying to calm down a little bit. “O-okay… you can do the-… rune… thingy…” they stutter.
”Perfect! This will only hurt for like two minutes.” He takes the stone and does exactly what he said he would. Shove it in Lonely’s wound “Gebo.” The stone glows brightly, as a harsh, searing pain, as if hot iron had been shoved into the wound spreads up and down Lonely’s arm. Then, as fast as the light appeared, it disappeared, leaving Lonely’s arm healed “Hey! It worked!”
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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
”Perfect! This will only hurt for like two minutes.” He takes the stone and does exactly what he said he would. Shove it in Lonely’s wound “Gebo.” The stone glows brightly, as a harsh, searing pain, as if hot iron had been shoved into the wound spreads up and down Lonely’s arm. Then, as fast as the light appeared, it disappeared, leaving Lonely’s arm healed “Hey! It worked!”
For as long as the pain lasts, Lonely screams, and their shadow seems to move separately from their body, desperately trying to get away, clawing at the ground to try and crawl to safety. Eventually, when the pain fades, Lonely, clutching their arm, looks to him.
”Perfect! This will only hurt for like two minutes.” He takes the stone and does exactly what he said he would. Shove it in Lonely’s wound “Gebo.” The stone glows brightly, as a harsh, searing pain, as if hot iron had been shoved into the wound spreads up and down Lonely’s arm. Then, as fast as the light appeared, it disappeared, leaving Lonely’s arm healed “Hey! It worked!”
For as long as the pain lasts, Lonely screams, and their shadow seems to move separately from their body, desperately trying to get away, clawing at the ground to try and crawl to safety. Eventually, when the pain fades, Lonely, clutching their arm, looks to him.
”t-thanks…”
“You’re welcome!” He looks at Lonely intently “I don’t think you’re human. No human I’ve met has a living shadow and black blood.”
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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
”Perfect! This will only hurt for like two minutes.” He takes the stone and does exactly what he said he would. Shove it in Lonely’s wound “Gebo.” The stone glows brightly, as a harsh, searing pain, as if hot iron had been shoved into the wound spreads up and down Lonely’s arm. Then, as fast as the light appeared, it disappeared, leaving Lonely’s arm healed “Hey! It worked!”
For as long as the pain lasts, Lonely screams, and their shadow seems to move separately from their body, desperately trying to get away, clawing at the ground to try and crawl to safety. Eventually, when the pain fades, Lonely, clutching their arm, looks to him.
”t-thanks…”
“You’re welcome!” He looks at Lonely intently “I don’t think you’re human. No human I’ve met has a living shadow and black blood.”
They slowly get up, still shaking.
”then what… do you think I am?”
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*it has been quite a while… would you mind if you chose this time?*
*Sure! I can only rp with one of them though, so who would you prefer I did it with?*
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
Hah!
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! This is my original account, but you’ll probably see me on my main accounts, Gonzalo3, and Gonzalo5. Don’t ask why I have so many alts.
*?*
*well, you’ve said frabjous in all caps enough for it to autocorrect to all caps, no? Also, I may rp on this… looks neat!*
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! This is my original account, but you’ll probably see me on my main accounts, Gonzalo3, and Gonzalo5. Don’t ask why I have so many alts.
*probably Lonely!*
*You ask, and you shall receive!*
Cú Chulainn walks up to Lonely and the dead man, placing 2 fingers on the man’s neck as he looks at Lonely “You alright lad? That’s a pretty nasty wound you got there.”
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
Lonely shakes their head, shaking. “N-no… he…” they trail off, showing them their wound. It’s a long, deep gash across their right arm. It doesn’t bleed red, but instead black.
“Huh. Are you human? Because I’ve never seen one with black blood. Anyways, I advise you lie down. I don’t want you going into shock.”
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
Slowly, still shaking, they sit down and lie against a nearby rock. “I… I don’t know… I thought I was?…”
He chuckles “Yeah, I thought that too.” He takes out a small stone “Before I do this, I want you to know this is probably going to hurt. And don’t ask how much. It’s pretty much unquantifiable.”
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
Nervously, they ask, “w-what are you going to do?”
“I’m going to shove a rune stone into your arm. There’s like a 3% chance you die a horrible death, but those are pretty good odds if you ask me.”
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
Lonely stifles a gasp, a panicked expression on their face. “Wh-What do you mean I could DIE?!”
“When people suffer a mortal wound or other life threatening injury, they die. People also die sometimes when you try and fix said life threatening injuries with magic. If you want I could just leave you to bleed out.”
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
They take a deep breath, just trying to calm down a little bit. “O-okay… you can do the-… rune… thingy…” they stutter.
*Cut*
”Perfect! This will only hurt for like two minutes.” He takes the stone and does exactly what he said he would. Shove it in Lonely’s wound “Gebo.” The stone glows brightly, as a harsh, searing pain, as if hot iron had been shoved into the wound spreads up and down Lonely’s arm. Then, as fast as the light appeared, it disappeared, leaving Lonely’s arm healed “Hey! It worked!”
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
For as long as the pain lasts, Lonely screams, and their shadow seems to move separately from their body, desperately trying to get away, clawing at the ground to try and crawl to safety. Eventually, when the pain fades, Lonely, clutching their arm, looks to him.
”t-thanks…”
“You’re welcome!” He looks at Lonely intently “I don’t think you’re human. No human I’ve met has a living shadow and black blood.”
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
They slowly get up, still shaking.
”then what… do you think I am?”