An incredibly tall and well built man is wandering The Dome. Wearing a black muscle shirt and baggy white pants, he seems to be counting bills as a massive purple worm lies across his shoulders like a scarf. Despite his scraggly appearance, he radiates a aura of pure menace.
The cowboy elf from earlier is watching him from 60 feet away, trying to figure out if the purple worm is real or not.
The man continues wandering. Either not noticing the man or simply not caring *Also when I say purple worm, I don’t mean the dnd kind. As in a literal purple worm*
*ah. I see. Purple worms in dnd are quite enormous*
He walks up to the man, spinning his revolver in his hand.
An incredibly tall and well built man is wandering The Dome. Wearing a black muscle shirt and baggy white pants, he seems to be counting bills as a massive purple worm lies across his shoulders like a scarf. Despite his scraggly appearance, he radiates a aura of pure menace.
The cowboy elf from earlier is watching him from 60 feet away, trying to figure out if the purple worm is real or not.
The man continues wandering. Either not noticing the man or simply not caring *Also when I say purple worm, I don’t mean the dnd kind. As in a literal purple worm*
*ah. I see. Purple worms in dnd are quite enormous*
He walks up to the man, spinning his revolver in his hand.
”Why Hello there, Pardner.”
“Huh? Oh. Hello.” He turns around, revealing that the worm has a face, closed eyes with large and thick lids, as well as a thick lipped mouth as it makes a buzzing noise in supposed greeting
An incredibly tall and well built man is wandering The Dome. Wearing a black muscle shirt and baggy white pants, he seems to be counting bills as a massive purple worm lies across his shoulders like a scarf. Despite his scraggly appearance, he radiates a aura of pure menace.
The cowboy elf from earlier is watching him from 60 feet away, trying to figure out if the purple worm is real or not.
The man continues wandering. Either not noticing the man or simply not caring *Also when I say purple worm, I don’t mean the dnd kind. As in a literal purple worm*
*ah. I see. Purple worms in dnd are quite enormous*
He walks up to the man, spinning his revolver in his hand.
”Why Hello there, Pardner.”
“Huh? Oh. Hello.” He turns around, revealing that the worm has a face, closed eyes with large and thick lids, as well as a thick lipped mouth as it makes a buzzing noise in supposed greeting
“Oh, eww… what is that thing?” They ask, gesturing to the worm. His hand is on his gun, Death’s hand.
An incredibly tall and well built man is wandering The Dome. Wearing a black muscle shirt and baggy white pants, he seems to be counting bills as a massive purple worm lies across his shoulders like a scarf. Despite his scraggly appearance, he radiates a aura of pure menace.
The cowboy elf from earlier is watching him from 60 feet away, trying to figure out if the purple worm is real or not.
The man continues wandering. Either not noticing the man or simply not caring *Also when I say purple worm, I don’t mean the dnd kind. As in a literal purple worm*
*ah. I see. Purple worms in dnd are quite enormous*
He walks up to the man, spinning his revolver in his hand.
”Why Hello there, Pardner.”
“Huh? Oh. Hello.” He turns around, revealing that the worm has a face, closed eyes with large and thick lids, as well as a thick lipped mouth as it makes a buzzing noise in supposed greeting
“Oh, eww… what is that thing?” They ask, gesturing to the worm. His hand is on his gun, Death’s hand.
“Don’t be mean.” He pats the worm on the head and it buzzes in pleasure “It’s a cursed spirit, born from the negative emotions of people.”
An incredibly tall and well built man is wandering The Dome. Wearing a black muscle shirt and baggy white pants, he seems to be counting bills as a massive purple worm lies across his shoulders like a scarf. Despite his scraggly appearance, he radiates a aura of pure menace.
The cowboy elf from earlier is watching him from 60 feet away, trying to figure out if the purple worm is real or not.
The man continues wandering. Either not noticing the man or simply not caring *Also when I say purple worm, I don’t mean the dnd kind. As in a literal purple worm*
*ah. I see. Purple worms in dnd are quite enormous*
He walks up to the man, spinning his revolver in his hand.
”Why Hello there, Pardner.”
“Huh? Oh. Hello.” He turns around, revealing that the worm has a face, closed eyes with large and thick lids, as well as a thick lipped mouth as it makes a buzzing noise in supposed greeting
“Oh, eww… what is that thing?” They ask, gesturing to the worm. His hand is on his gun, Death’s hand.
“Don’t be mean.” He pats the worm on the head and it buzzes in pleasure “It’s a cursed spirit, born from the negative emotions of people.”
“alright…. Cursed spirit. Well, Howdy. What brings ya here?”
An incredibly tall and well built man is wandering The Dome. Wearing a black muscle shirt and baggy white pants, he seems to be counting bills as a massive purple worm lies across his shoulders like a scarf. Despite his scraggly appearance, he radiates a aura of pure menace.
The cowboy elf from earlier is watching him from 60 feet away, trying to figure out if the purple worm is real or not.
The man continues wandering. Either not noticing the man or simply not caring *Also when I say purple worm, I don’t mean the dnd kind. As in a literal purple worm*
*ah. I see. Purple worms in dnd are quite enormous*
He walks up to the man, spinning his revolver in his hand.
”Why Hello there, Pardner.”
“Huh? Oh. Hello.” He turns around, revealing that the worm has a face, closed eyes with large and thick lids, as well as a thick lipped mouth as it makes a buzzing noise in supposed greeting
“Oh, eww… what is that thing?” They ask, gesturing to the worm. His hand is on his gun, Death’s hand.
“Don’t be mean.” He pats the worm on the head and it buzzes in pleasure “It’s a cursed spirit, born from the negative emotions of people.”
“alright…. Cursed spirit. Well, Howdy. What brings ya here?”
“Died, came back in someone else’s body, died again, spent a few years in purgatory and came here because I felt like it. How about you.”
An incredibly tall and well built man is wandering The Dome. Wearing a black muscle shirt and baggy white pants, he seems to be counting bills as a massive purple worm lies across his shoulders like a scarf. Despite his scraggly appearance, he radiates a aura of pure menace.
The cowboy elf from earlier is watching him from 60 feet away, trying to figure out if the purple worm is real or not.
The man continues wandering. Either not noticing the man or simply not caring *Also when I say purple worm, I don’t mean the dnd kind. As in a literal purple worm*
*ah. I see. Purple worms in dnd are quite enormous*
He walks up to the man, spinning his revolver in his hand.
”Why Hello there, Pardner.”
“Huh? Oh. Hello.” He turns around, revealing that the worm has a face, closed eyes with large and thick lids, as well as a thick lipped mouth as it makes a buzzing noise in supposed greeting
“Oh, eww… what is that thing?” They ask, gesturing to the worm. His hand is on his gun, Death’s hand.
“Don’t be mean.” He pats the worm on the head and it buzzes in pleasure “It’s a cursed spirit, born from the negative emotions of people.”
“alright…. Cursed spirit. Well, Howdy. What brings ya here?”
“Died, came back in someone else’s body, died again, spent a few years in purgatory and came here because I felt like it. How about you.”
“Well, I was sent here to kill someone, then another guy stopped me and bribed me with twice the money. So now I’m chillin’ here, because it’s pretty interesting.”
Abaddon is looking over paperwork in his magically repaired office.
Jason is currently fighting outside, so the astral kingdom is a bit unstable, but Shade is keeping him safe.
Rag is doing his job and training the pit fiends along with everyone else, currently sparring with the imp.
“What is J-Jason doing?” Lonely asks shade.
the Imp is doing quite poorly, considering it’s just an Imp, and well, Rag is Rag.
"Going through some spiritual turmoil it seems" He says calmly.
"You need to be more aggressive, without getting angry. Focus."
“Thats… bad, right?”
they try to focus, before leaping out at Ragnerious with their dagger, about to strike. Then they pick up some sand and throw it in his eye, trying to blind them instead.
An incredibly tall and well built man is wandering The Dome. Wearing a black muscle shirt and baggy white pants, he seems to be counting bills as a massive purple worm lies across his shoulders like a scarf. Despite his scraggly appearance, he radiates a aura of pure menace.
The cowboy elf from earlier is watching him from 60 feet away, trying to figure out if the purple worm is real or not.
The man continues wandering. Either not noticing the man or simply not caring *Also when I say purple worm, I don’t mean the dnd kind. As in a literal purple worm*
*ah. I see. Purple worms in dnd are quite enormous*
He walks up to the man, spinning his revolver in his hand.
”Why Hello there, Pardner.”
“Huh? Oh. Hello.” He turns around, revealing that the worm has a face, closed eyes with large and thick lids, as well as a thick lipped mouth as it makes a buzzing noise in supposed greeting
“Oh, eww… what is that thing?” They ask, gesturing to the worm. His hand is on his gun, Death’s hand.
“Don’t be mean.” He pats the worm on the head and it buzzes in pleasure “It’s a cursed spirit, born from the negative emotions of people.”
“alright…. Cursed spirit. Well, Howdy. What brings ya here?”
“Died, came back in someone else’s body, died again, spent a few years in purgatory and came here because I felt like it. How about you.”
“Well, I was sent here to kill someone, then another guy stopped me and bribed me with twice the money. So now I’m chillin’ here, because it’s pretty interesting.”
An incredibly tall and well built man is wandering The Dome. Wearing a black muscle shirt and baggy white pants, he seems to be counting bills as a massive purple worm lies across his shoulders like a scarf. Despite his scraggly appearance, he radiates a aura of pure menace.
The cowboy elf from earlier is watching him from 60 feet away, trying to figure out if the purple worm is real or not.
The man continues wandering. Either not noticing the man or simply not caring *Also when I say purple worm, I don’t mean the dnd kind. As in a literal purple worm*
*ah. I see. Purple worms in dnd are quite enormous*
He walks up to the man, spinning his revolver in his hand.
”Why Hello there, Pardner.”
“Huh? Oh. Hello.” He turns around, revealing that the worm has a face, closed eyes with large and thick lids, as well as a thick lipped mouth as it makes a buzzing noise in supposed greeting
“Oh, eww… what is that thing?” They ask, gesturing to the worm. His hand is on his gun, Death’s hand.
“Don’t be mean.” He pats the worm on the head and it buzzes in pleasure “It’s a cursed spirit, born from the negative emotions of people.”
“alright…. Cursed spirit. Well, Howdy. What brings ya here?”
“Died, came back in someone else’s body, died again, spent a few years in purgatory and came here because I felt like it. How about you.”
“Well, I was sent here to kill someone, then another guy stopped me and bribed me with twice the money. So now I’m chillin’ here, because it’s pretty interesting.”
“So you’re an assassin too? Interesting.”
“Oh? What the coincidence. Who was your hardest to kill target?”
Abaddon is looking over paperwork in his magically repaired office.
Jason is currently fighting outside, so the astral kingdom is a bit unstable, but Shade is keeping him safe.
Rag is doing his job and training the pit fiends along with everyone else, currently sparring with the imp.
“What is J-Jason doing?” Lonely asks shade.
the Imp is doing quite poorly, considering it’s just an Imp, and well, Rag is Rag.
"Going through some spiritual turmoil it seems" He says calmly.
"You need to be more aggressive, without getting angry. Focus."
“Thats… bad, right?”
they try to focus, before leaping out at Ragnerious with their dagger, about to strike. Then they pick up some sand and throw it in his eye, trying to blind them instead.
to hit with the sand:7
"Mr Asano can handle himself, I trust him."
He ducks under the sand with a smile "Clever, more of that."
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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.
Abaddon is looking over paperwork in his magically repaired office.
Jason is currently fighting outside, so the astral kingdom is a bit unstable, but Shade is keeping him safe.
Rag is doing his job and training the pit fiends along with everyone else, currently sparring with the imp.
“What is J-Jason doing?” Lonely asks shade.
the Imp is doing quite poorly, considering it’s just an Imp, and well, Rag is Rag.
"Going through some spiritual turmoil it seems" He says calmly.
"You need to be more aggressive, without getting angry. Focus."
“Thats… bad, right?”
they try to focus, before leaping out at Ragnerious with their dagger, about to strike. Then they pick up some sand and throw it in his eye, trying to blind them instead.
to hit with the sand:7
"Mr Asano can handle himself, I trust him."
He ducks under the sand with a smile "Clever, more of that."
*ah. I see. Purple worms in dnd are quite enormous*
He walks up to the man, spinning his revolver in his hand.
”Why Hello there, Pardner.”
“Huh? Oh. Hello.” He turns around, revealing that the worm has a face, closed eyes with large and thick lids, as well as a thick lipped mouth as it makes a buzzing noise in supposed greeting
The only thing I know for certain is that I exist
“Oh, eww… what is that thing?” They ask, gesturing to the worm. His hand is on his gun, Death’s hand.
Jason is currently fighting outside, so the astral kingdom is a bit unstable, but Shade is keeping him safe.
Rag is doing his job and training the pit fiends along with everyone else, currently sparring with the imp.
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
“Don’t be mean.” He pats the worm on the head and it buzzes in pleasure “It’s a cursed spirit, born from the negative emotions of people.”
The only thing I know for certain is that I exist
“What is J-Jason doing?” Lonely asks shade.
the Imp is doing quite poorly, considering it’s just an Imp, and well, Rag is Rag.
“alright…. Cursed spirit. Well, Howdy. What brings ya here?”
“Died, came back in someone else’s body, died again, spent a few years in purgatory and came here because I felt like it. How about you.”
The only thing I know for certain is that I exist
"Going through some spiritual turmoil it seems" He says calmly.
"You need to be more aggressive, without getting angry. Focus."
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
“Well, I was sent here to kill someone, then another guy stopped me and bribed me with twice the money. So now I’m chillin’ here, because it’s pretty interesting.”
“Thats… bad, right?”
they try to focus, before leaping out at Ragnerious with their dagger, about to strike. Then they pick up some sand and throw it in his eye, trying to blind them instead.
to hit with the sand:7
“So you’re an assassin too? Interesting.”
The only thing I know for certain is that I exist
“Oh? What the coincidence. Who was your hardest to kill target?”
"Mr Asano can handle himself, I trust him."
He ducks under the sand with a smile "Clever, more of that."
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 you say so…”
they grin. Suddenly, they’re invisible.
to hit with the dagger: 6
"He has Collin and Gordon with him if things get out of hand."
He feels a shift in the air and dodges the dagger "You're smart, which is something as important as strength."
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
“Yeah. You’re right. Who is he fighting?”
they chuckle and launch a firebolt at him instead.
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"I haven't seen them around here before but they are filling him with arrows."
He slaps the firebolt out of the air with a backhand "Good. Unfortunately I'm immune to fire."
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 no…”
they mutter something about how they definitely should have hit them.
"Jason is filling them with lightning bolts in return."
"Hmm. I'll count it, you got a hit on me. One point to you."
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