Abaddon is going around, very slowly, asking around for the location of Jylek and Anarchy, as well as approaching people and demanding to know what crimes they have committed from a very, very, very, very long list.
"They are common where I'm from. That's why the sandwich is spicy."
“Ooh, that’s what was different. Peppers are good, wonder why there aren’t any where I lived.”
"It's possibly they are extinct here due to climate reasons."
“Maybe… weird. What else do you put them on?”
"Do you know what tomatoes are?"
“No. I know Potatoes, which are a type of nightshade! And belladonna, and mandrake, and Angel’s trumpets. Those are nightshades too. Besides Potatoes, you shouldn’t eat nightshades. What’s a Tomatoes?”
"They are common where I'm from. That's why the sandwich is spicy."
“Ooh, that’s what was different. Peppers are good, wonder why there aren’t any where I lived.”
"It's possibly they are extinct here due to climate reasons."
“Maybe… weird. What else do you put them on?”
"Do you know what tomatoes are?"
“No. I know Potatoes, which are a type of nightshade! And belladonna, and mandrake, and Angel’s trumpets. Those are nightshades too. Besides Potatoes, you shouldn’t eat nightshades. What’s a Tomatoes?”
"They are the red slices in your sandwich. Strange you know what potatoes are, hmmm."
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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.
"They are common where I'm from. That's why the sandwich is spicy."
“Ooh, that’s what was different. Peppers are good, wonder why there aren’t any where I lived.”
"It's possibly they are extinct here due to climate reasons."
“Maybe… weird. What else do you put them on?”
"Do you know what tomatoes are?"
“No. I know Potatoes, which are a type of nightshade! And belladonna, and mandrake, and Angel’s trumpets. Those are nightshades too. Besides Potatoes, you shouldn’t eat nightshades. What’s a Tomatoes?”
"They are the red slices in your sandwich. Strange you know what potatoes are, hmmm."
“Oh, then tomatoes are pretty good. And potatoes grow everywhere where I lived. Didn’t taste very good though, everyone hated them.”
"They are common where I'm from. That's why the sandwich is spicy."
“Ooh, that’s what was different. Peppers are good, wonder why there aren’t any where I lived.”
"It's possibly they are extinct here due to climate reasons."
“Maybe… weird. What else do you put them on?”
"Do you know what tomatoes are?"
“No. I know Potatoes, which are a type of nightshade! And belladonna, and mandrake, and Angel’s trumpets. Those are nightshades too. Besides Potatoes, you shouldn’t eat nightshades. What’s a Tomatoes?”
"They are the red slices in your sandwich. Strange you know what potatoes are, hmmm."
“Oh, then tomatoes are pretty good. And potatoes grow everywhere where I lived. Didn’t taste very good though, everyone hated them.”
He pops a potato into his hand "This is a potato from my world."
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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.
"They are common where I'm from. That's why the sandwich is spicy."
“Ooh, that’s what was different. Peppers are good, wonder why there aren’t any where I lived.”
"It's possibly they are extinct here due to climate reasons."
“Maybe… weird. What else do you put them on?”
"Do you know what tomatoes are?"
“No. I know Potatoes, which are a type of nightshade! And belladonna, and mandrake, and Angel’s trumpets. Those are nightshades too. Besides Potatoes, you shouldn’t eat nightshades. What’s a Tomatoes?”
"They are the red slices in your sandwich. Strange you know what potatoes are, hmmm."
“Oh, then tomatoes are pretty good. And potatoes grow everywhere where I lived. Didn’t taste very good though, everyone hated them.”
He pops a potato into his hand "This is a potato from my world."
“Doesn’t look that much different… I don’t like potatoes.”
Darkness seems to have fallen on a section of the dome as something has landed there, the land arounded beginning to freeze over with black ice infused with pure necrotic energies. The darkness begins to reveal the souls of the poor folks that have perished in this dome overtime, as the darkness warps and transforms them into various shadowy entities from the lowly shade to the mighty and terrifying Nightwalkers, all now loyal to their new mistress that has granted them their shadowy forms. From the dark, freezing miasma at the darkness's center, a figure emerges, a colossal dracolich with blacken bones covered in black and purple shards of ice that pulsate with arcane and necromantic power. Her three heads survey the land around her, purple flames alight in her eye sockets dance, gleaming with frightening intelligence. She unleashes a soul chilling roar.
Coronet, Duchess of the Undying Winter and faithful of the Dragon Cult has arrived.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Darkness seems to have fallen on a section of the dome as something has landed there, the land arounded beginning to freeze over with black ice infused with pure necrotic energies. The darkness begins to reveal the souls of the poor folks that have perished in this dome overtime, as the darkness warps and transforms them into various shadowy entities from the lowly shade to the mighty and terrifying Nightwalkers, all now loyal to their new mistress that has granted them their shadowy forms. From the dark, freezing miasma at the darkness's center, a figure emerges, a colossal dracolich with blacken bones covered in black and purple shards of ice that pulsate with arcane and necromantic power. Her three heads survey the land around her, purple flames alight in her eye sockets dance, gleaming with frightening intelligence. She unleashes a soul chilling roar.
Coronet, Duchess of the Undying Winter and faithful of the Dragon Cult has arrived.
Lonely gasps in excitement as Coronet arrives, running over from literally across the dome. They’ll be here in a few minutes.
the doom duck watches from afar.
Abaddon and his executioner are nearby, interviewing people. He looks to Coronet.
”Hello. Please list your name as well as every single crime you have ever commited, it will make my job a lot easier.” He hands her a slip of paper which unfolds to three hundred times its original length, with little checkboxes next to a list of every single possible crime they could ever imagine.
“How is it even better than it already was…” they trail off.
”I know I keep saying that... But you’re literally the best. Nobody’s ever been so nice to me like this.”
Rag cherishes this moment, eventually falling asleep.
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
"I am very much not the best. Thank you though, I try to be." He shakes his head "I have a pepper garden, that is the seasoning."
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
“Pepper? I’ve never had peppers before.”
"They are common where I'm from. That's why the sandwich is spicy."
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
“Ooh, that’s what was different. Peppers are good, wonder why there aren’t any where I lived.”
"It's possibly they are extinct here due to climate reasons."
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
“Maybe… weird. What else do you put them on?”
"Do you know what tomatoes are?"
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. I know Potatoes, which are a type of nightshade! And belladonna, and mandrake, and Angel’s trumpets. Those are nightshades too. Besides Potatoes, you shouldn’t eat nightshades. What’s a Tomatoes?”
"They are the red slices in your sandwich. Strange you know what potatoes are, hmmm."
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
“Oh, then tomatoes are pretty good. And potatoes grow everywhere where I lived. Didn’t taste very good though, everyone hated them.”
He pops a potato into his hand "This is a potato from my world."
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
“Doesn’t look that much different… I don’t like potatoes.”
Darkness seems to have fallen on a section of the dome as something has landed there, the land arounded beginning to freeze over with black ice infused with pure necrotic energies. The darkness begins to reveal the souls of the poor folks that have perished in this dome overtime, as the darkness warps and transforms them into various shadowy entities from the lowly shade to the mighty and terrifying Nightwalkers, all now loyal to their new mistress that has granted them their shadowy forms. From the dark, freezing miasma at the darkness's center, a figure emerges, a colossal dracolich with blacken bones covered in black and purple shards of ice that pulsate with arcane and necromantic power. Her three heads survey the land around her, purple flames alight in her eye sockets dance, gleaming with frightening intelligence. She unleashes a soul chilling roar.
Coronet, Duchess of the Undying Winter and faithful of the Dragon Cult has arrived.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
"Have you heard of a loaded potato? They have bacon in them."
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
Lonely gasps in excitement as Coronet arrives, running over from literally across the dome. They’ll be here in a few minutes.
the doom duck watches from afar.
Abaddon and his executioner are nearby, interviewing people. He looks to Coronet.
”Hello. Please list your name as well as every single crime you have ever commited, it will make my job a lot easier.” He hands her a slip of paper which unfolds to three hundred times its original length, with little checkboxes next to a list of every single possible crime they could ever imagine.
“Bacon? That’s a type of meat, right? Sounds like it could be good…”
He pops a piece of bacon into his hand “Try this.”