*I so want to play a Gourmet Hunter like Toriko on this thread, but I'm not even sure where to start.*
*Well Ragnerious is a known cook, and a quite good one, so they could have heard about his stews or something. Idk.*
*I would love that. I'm not going to go with actual Toriko, since a single punch can send a target all the way around a planet the size of Jupiter and he can hit so many times on a single point so fast that it hits an "infinite" amount of times in less time than the human brain can perceive and I just don't think I can quantify that damage.*
*I so want to play a Gourmet Hunter like Toriko on this thread, but I'm not even sure where to start.*
*Well Ragnerious is a known cook, and a quite good one, so they could have heard about his stews or something. Idk.*
*I would love that. I'm not going to go with actual Toriko, since a single punch can send a target all the way around a planet the size of Jupiter and he can hit so many times on a single point so fast that it hits an "infinite" amount of times in less time than the human brain can perceive and I just don't think I can quantify that damage.*
*That would also break the only rule*
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STEEL BALL RUN!
REACHING THE LINE DONT YOU TURN BACK NOW!
WE’RE GOING WEST TO EAST TO FIND THE STEEL BALL RUN!
*I so want to play a Gourmet Hunter like Toriko on this thread, but I'm not even sure where to start.*
*Well Ragnerious is a known cook, and a quite good one, so they could have heard about his stews or something. Idk.*
*I would love that. I'm not going to go with actual Toriko, since a single punch can send a target all the way around a planet the size of Jupiter and he can hit so many times on a single point so fast that it hits an "infinite" amount of times in less time than the human brain can percieve and I just don't think I can quantify that damage.*
*Well to counter that argument I intro Goku, who would turn anyone into a non existent red paste if he were to flex too hard. So you can have it be the actual character holding back a ton.*
*I so want to play a Gourmet Hunter like Toriko on this thread, but I'm not even sure where to start.*
*Well Ragnerious is a known cook, and a quite good one, so they could have heard about his stews or something. Idk.*
*I would love that. I'm not going to go with actual Toriko, since a single punch can send a target all the way around a planet the size of Jupiter and he can hit so many times on a single point so fast that it hits an "infinite" amount of times in less time than the human brain can percieve and I just don't think I can quantify that damage.*
*Well to counter that argument I intro Goku, who would turn anyone into a non existent red paste if he were to flex too hard. So you can have it be the actual character holding back a ton.*
*I so want to play a Gourmet Hunter like Toriko on this thread, but I'm not even sure where to start.*
*Well Ragnerious is a known cook, and a quite good one, so they could have heard about his stews or something. Idk.*
*I would love that. I'm not going to go with actual Toriko, since a single punch can send a target all the way around a planet the size of Jupiter and he can hit so many times on a single point so fast that it hits an "infinite" amount of times in less time than the human brain can percieve and I just don't think I can quantify that damage.*
*Well to counter that argument I intro Goku, who would turn anyone into a non existent red paste if he were to flex too hard. So you can have it be the actual character holding back a ton.*
*Fair enough.*
*I still reserve the right to make my own OC*
*Never said that you didn’t, just saying that power levels dont really matter here. Good luck.*
*I so want to play a Gourmet Hunter like Toriko on this thread, but I'm not even sure where to start.*
*Well Ragnerious is a known cook, and a quite good one, so they could have heard about his stews or something. Idk.*
*I would love that. I'm not going to go with actual Toriko, since a single punch can send a target all the way around a planet the size of Jupiter and he can hit so many times on a single point so fast that it hits an "infinite" amount of times in less time than the human brain can percieve and I just don't think I can quantify that damage.*
*Well to counter that argument I intro Goku, who would turn anyone into a non existent red paste if he were to flex too hard. So you can have it be the actual character holding back a ton.*
*Fair enough.*
*I still reserve the right to make my own OC*
*Never said that you didn’t, just saying that power levels dont really matter here. Good luck.*
A lone machine stands in a crater, performing some kind of repair on its humanoid arm. It in fact is humanoid, resembling that of a Tiefling with perfectly straight horns. The hood of their cloak is down, revealing the purple eyes that survey the land.
A lone machine stands in a crater, performing some kind of repair on its humanoid arm. It in fact is humanoid, resembling that of a Tiefling with perfectly straight horns. The hood of their cloak is down, revealing the purple eyes that survey the land.
They see a single man, everyone seemingly afraid to approach him. The man is in a flower covered shirt and swim shorts, standing at a grill, making hotdogs and sandwiches. He has a broad smile on his face, but an aura that is almost physically crushing to experience.
A lone machine stands in a crater, performing some kind of repair on its humanoid arm. It in fact is humanoid, resembling that of a Tiefling with perfectly straight horns. The hood of their cloak is down, revealing the purple eyes that survey the land.
They see a single man, everyone seemingly afraid to approach him. The man is in a flower covered shirt and swim shorts, standing at a grill, making hotdogs and sandwiches. He has a broad smile on his face, but an aura that is almost physically crushing to experience.
They approach the man, their legs dragging at first before seeming to repair with each step, until they stand perfectly straight, an 8 or so feet tall. “Any particular reason you are so feared?”
A lone machine stands in a crater, performing some kind of repair on its humanoid arm. It in fact is humanoid, resembling that of a Tiefling with perfectly straight horns. The hood of their cloak is down, revealing the purple eyes that survey the land.
They see a single man, everyone seemingly afraid to approach him. The man is in a flower covered shirt and swim shorts, standing at a grill, making hotdogs and sandwiches. He has a broad smile on his face, but an aura that is almost physically crushing to experience.
They approach the man, their legs dragging at first before seeming to repair with each step, until they stand perfectly straight, an 8 or so feet tall. “Any particular reason you are so feared?”
He looks up to them, speaking with a strong Australian accent “Well that’s a way to introduce yourself, my names Jason Asano. Nice to meet ya. Wanna hotdogs or sandwich?”
A lone machine stands in a crater, performing some kind of repair on its humanoid arm. It in fact is humanoid, resembling that of a Tiefling with perfectly straight horns. The hood of their cloak is down, revealing the purple eyes that survey the land.
They see a single man, everyone seemingly afraid to approach him. The man is in a flower covered shirt and swim shorts, standing at a grill, making hotdogs and sandwiches. He has a broad smile on his face, but an aura that is almost physically crushing to experience.
They approach the man, their legs dragging at first before seeming to repair with each step, until they stand perfectly straight, an 8 or so feet tall. “Any particular reason you are so feared?”
He looks up to them, speaking with a strong Australian accent “Well that’s a way to introduce yourself, my names Jason Asano. Nice to meet ya. Wanna hotdogs or sandwich?”
“Thank you for the offer, but I quite literally cannot eat, nor have I ever. Accepting would just be a waste of a meal. Where have I landed?”
A lone machine stands in a crater, performing some kind of repair on its humanoid arm. It in fact is humanoid, resembling that of a Tiefling with perfectly straight horns. The hood of their cloak is down, revealing the purple eyes that survey the land.
They see a single man, everyone seemingly afraid to approach him. The man is in a flower covered shirt and swim shorts, standing at a grill, making hotdogs and sandwiches. He has a broad smile on his face, but an aura that is almost physically crushing to experience.
They approach the man, their legs dragging at first before seeming to repair with each step, until they stand perfectly straight, an 8 or so feet tall. “Any particular reason you are so feared?”
He looks up to them, speaking with a strong Australian accent “Well that’s a way to introduce yourself, my names Jason Asano. Nice to meet ya. Wanna hotdogs or sandwich?”
“Thank you for the offer, but I quite literally cannot eat, nor have I ever. Accepting would just be a waste of a meal. Where have I landed?”
“You’re in a place called the dome, don’t know where it came from but people are supposed to fight here. Of course no one wants to fight me anymore, but that doesn’t matter.”
A lone machine stands in a crater, performing some kind of repair on its humanoid arm. It in fact is humanoid, resembling that of a Tiefling with perfectly straight horns. The hood of their cloak is down, revealing the purple eyes that survey the land.
They see a single man, everyone seemingly afraid to approach him. The man is in a flower covered shirt and swim shorts, standing at a grill, making hotdogs and sandwiches. He has a broad smile on his face, but an aura that is almost physically crushing to experience.
They approach the man, their legs dragging at first before seeming to repair with each step, until they stand perfectly straight, an 8 or so feet tall. “Any particular reason you are so feared?”
He looks up to them, speaking with a strong Australian accent “Well that’s a way to introduce yourself, my names Jason Asano. Nice to meet ya. Wanna hotdogs or sandwich?”
“Thank you for the offer, but I quite literally cannot eat, nor have I ever. Accepting would just be a waste of a meal. Where have I landed?”
“You’re in a place called the dome, don’t know where it came from but people are supposed to fight here. Of course no one wants to fight me anymore, but that doesn’t matter.”
A metal spider crawls out of their arm and down to their hand, which gently holds it. “And why is that, sir?”
A lone machine stands in a crater, performing some kind of repair on its humanoid arm. It in fact is humanoid, resembling that of a Tiefling with perfectly straight horns. The hood of their cloak is down, revealing the purple eyes that survey the land.
They see a single man, everyone seemingly afraid to approach him. The man is in a flower covered shirt and swim shorts, standing at a grill, making hotdogs and sandwiches. He has a broad smile on his face, but an aura that is almost physically crushing to experience.
They approach the man, their legs dragging at first before seeming to repair with each step, until they stand perfectly straight, an 8 or so feet tall. “Any particular reason you are so feared?”
He looks up to them, speaking with a strong Australian accent “Well that’s a way to introduce yourself, my names Jason Asano. Nice to meet ya. Wanna hotdogs or sandwich?”
“Thank you for the offer, but I quite literally cannot eat, nor have I ever. Accepting would just be a waste of a meal. Where have I landed?”
“You’re in a place called the dome, don’t know where it came from but people are supposed to fight here. Of course no one wants to fight me anymore, but that doesn’t matter.”
A metal spider crawls out of their arm and down to their hand, which gently holds it. “And why is that, sir?”
He shrugs and slits his wrist, hundreds upon hundreds of red leeches spill out, all the people watching shivering in terror “This is Collin.”
A lone machine stands in a crater, performing some kind of repair on its humanoid arm. It in fact is humanoid, resembling that of a Tiefling with perfectly straight horns. The hood of their cloak is down, revealing the purple eyes that survey the land.
They see a single man, everyone seemingly afraid to approach him. The man is in a flower covered shirt and swim shorts, standing at a grill, making hotdogs and sandwiches. He has a broad smile on his face, but an aura that is almost physically crushing to experience.
They approach the man, their legs dragging at first before seeming to repair with each step, until they stand perfectly straight, an 8 or so feet tall. “Any particular reason you are so feared?”
He looks up to them, speaking with a strong Australian accent “Well that’s a way to introduce yourself, my names Jason Asano. Nice to meet ya. Wanna hotdogs or sandwich?”
“Thank you for the offer, but I quite literally cannot eat, nor have I ever. Accepting would just be a waste of a meal. Where have I landed?”
“You’re in a place called the dome, don’t know where it came from but people are supposed to fight here. Of course no one wants to fight me anymore, but that doesn’t matter.”
A metal spider crawls out of their arm and down to their hand, which gently holds it. “And why is that, sir?”
He shrugs and slits his wrist, hundreds upon hundreds of red leeches spill out, all the people watching shivering in terror “This is Collin.”
*I so want to play a Gourmet Hunter like Toriko on this thread, but I'm not even sure where to start.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Well Ragnerious is a known cook, and a quite good one, so they could have heard about his stews or something. Idk.*
*I would love that. I'm not going to go with actual Toriko, since a single punch can send a target all the way around a planet the size of Jupiter and he can hit so many times on a single point so fast that it hits an "infinite" amount of times in less time than the human brain can perceive and I just don't think I can quantify that damage.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*That would also break the only rule*
STEEL BALL RUN!
REACHING THE LINE DONT YOU TURN BACK NOW!
WE’RE GOING WEST TO EAST TO FIND THE STEEL BALL RUN!
*Well to counter that argument I intro Goku, who would turn anyone into a non existent red paste if he were to flex too hard. So you can have it be the actual character holding back a ton.*
*Fair enough.*
*I still reserve the right to make my own OC*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Never said that you didn’t, just saying that power levels dont really matter here. Good luck.*
*I get the feeling I'll need it...*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*So anybody wanna rp?*
*aight*
A lone machine stands in a crater, performing some kind of repair on its humanoid arm. It in fact is humanoid, resembling that of a Tiefling with perfectly straight horns. The hood of their cloak is down, revealing the purple eyes that survey the land.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
They see a single man, everyone seemingly afraid to approach him. The man is in a flower covered shirt and swim shorts, standing at a grill, making hotdogs and sandwiches. He has a broad smile on his face, but an aura that is almost physically crushing to experience.
They approach the man, their legs dragging at first before seeming to repair with each step, until they stand perfectly straight, an 8 or so feet tall. “Any particular reason you are so feared?”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
He looks up to them, speaking with a strong Australian accent “Well that’s a way to introduce yourself, my names Jason Asano. Nice to meet ya. Wanna hotdogs or sandwich?”
“Thank you for the offer, but I quite literally cannot eat, nor have I ever. Accepting would just be a waste of a meal. Where have I landed?”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
“You’re in a place called the dome, don’t know where it came from but people are supposed to fight here. Of course no one wants to fight me anymore, but that doesn’t matter.”
A metal spider crawls out of their arm and down to their hand, which gently holds it. “And why is that, sir?”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
He shrugs and slits his wrist, hundreds upon hundreds of red leeches spill out, all the people watching shivering in terror “This is Collin.”
Johnny is drinking tea, while his horse eats some oats
STEEL BALL RUN!
REACHING THE LINE DONT YOU TURN BACK NOW!
WE’RE GOING WEST TO EAST TO FIND THE STEEL BALL RUN!
*Do you want to deal with any of my characters?*
“The leeches or you?”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!