I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat. I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat. I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
*I have about an hour if you’re still around. Write up something and I’ll throw another something at it.*
*Yay!*
Felix has returned to the Autumn Country, and is heading to the Starshredder. His usual dull, sleepy expression has a sense of purpose mixed in. Over his shoulder he carries a large bag of salt, and the clanking of bottles and jars can be heard from his heavy pack. He's prepared for something
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat. I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat. I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
Felix has returned to the Autumn Country, and is heading to the Starshredder. His usual dull, sleepy expression has a sense of purpose mixed in. Over his shoulder he carries a large bag of salt, and the clanking of bottles and jars can be heard from his heavy pack. He's prepared for something
A quiet voice mutters in a nearby swaying corn field and is carried to you on the wind, "potatoes... pork... eggs... noodles... bacon... demon... baked zucchini... tototototototo!" The corn stalks rustle and are quite rudely shoved out of the way of a massive, mastiff sized raccoon with a grin five sizes too large for its face. "Welcome back, Happy Face! Long time no see."
Felix has returned to the Autumn Country, and is heading to the Starshredder. His usual dull, sleepy expression has a sense of purpose mixed in. Over his shoulder he carries a large bag of salt, and the clanking of bottles and jars can be heard from his heavy pack. He's prepared for something
A quiet voice mutters in a nearby swaying corn field and is carried to you on the wind, "potatoes... pork... eggs... noodles... bacon... demon... baked zucchini... tototototototo!" The corn stalks rustle and are quite rudely shoved out of the way of a massive, mastiff sized raccoon with a grin five sizes too large for its face. "Welcome back, Happy Face! Long time no see."
His eyes, dull pink spirals, slowly turn to stare at the raccoon. "You again. A friend of the ghouls." He reaches into his bag and draws an oversized cleaver with some sort of vile glaze on it. He sprinkles some black salt water on the blade. "How you doing?" He touches it to the ground, causing it to burn away the snow and vegetation a couple inches from it.
Felix has returned to the Autumn Country, and is heading to the Starshredder. His usual dull, sleepy expression has a sense of purpose mixed in. Over his shoulder he carries a large bag of salt, and the clanking of bottles and jars can be heard from his heavy pack. He's prepared for something
A quiet voice mutters in a nearby swaying corn field and is carried to you on the wind, "potatoes... pork... eggs... noodles... bacon... demon... baked zucchini... tototototototo!" The corn stalks rustle and are quite rudely shoved out of the way of a massive, mastiff sized raccoon with a grin five sizes too large for its face. "Welcome back, Happy Face! Long time no see."
His eyes, dull pink spirals, slowly turn to stare at the raccoon. "You again. A friend of the ghouls." He reaches into his bag and draws an oversized cleaver with some sort of vile glaze on it. He sprinkles some black salt water on the blade. "How you doing?" He touches it to the ground, causing it to burn away the snow and vegetation a couple inches from it.
His wide yellow eyes watch the blade as his smile tears itself wider. "Mighty fine. I'm doing more well than a wet hole in the ground." He blinks in such a way that it reminds you of little, colorful beetles rolling over onto their backs to die. "I got you a 'welcome home' gift." His countless, sharp teeth part and large black crows falls to the ground. The bird shrieks and clumsily flaps into the sky, shaking off flecks of the coon's spittle. "Oops. It got away."
His eyes, dull pink spirals, slowly turn to stare at the raccoon. "You again. A friend of the ghouls." He reaches into his bag and draws an oversized cleaver with some sort of vile glaze on it. He sprinkles some black salt water on the blade. "How you doing?" He touches it to the ground, causing it to burn away the snow and vegetation a couple inches from it.
His wide yellow eyes watch the blade as his smile tears itself wider. "Mighty fine. I'm doing more well than a wet hole in the ground." He blinks in such a way that it reminds you of little, colorful beetles rolling over onto their backs to die. "I got you a 'welcome home' gift." His countless, sharp teeth part and large black crows falls to the ground. The bird shrieks and clumsily flaps into the sky, shaking off flecks of the coon's spittle. "Oops. It got away."
"It's okay. It's the thought that counts." He does a couple swishes through the air with his spiral-forged weapon. "It makes me sad to see this place in such... I dunno, ruin? Everything's all frozen and smashed up. I have a plan to fix it, but it's still gonna leave a scar." He levels his weapon at the raccoon. "I'm pretty sure I can't hurt you, but your less-than-living friends are in danger. If you want to attack me now, I won't blame you for it."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
His eyes, dull pink spirals, slowly turn to stare at the raccoon. "You again. A friend of the ghouls." He reaches into his bag and draws an oversized cleaver with some sort of vile glaze on it. He sprinkles some black salt water on the blade. "How you doing?" He touches it to the ground, causing it to burn away the snow and vegetation a couple inches from it.
His wide yellow eyes watch the blade as his smile tears itself wider. "Mighty fine. I'm doing more well than a wet hole in the ground." He blinks in such a way that it reminds you of little, colorful beetles rolling over onto their backs to die. "I got you a 'welcome home' gift." His countless, sharp teeth part and large black crows falls to the ground. The bird shrieks and clumsily flaps into the sky, shaking off flecks of the coon's spittle. "Oops. It got away."
"It's okay. It's the thought that counts." He does a couple swishes through the air with his spiral-forged weapon. "It makes me sad to see this place in such... I dunno, ruin? Everything's all frozen and smashed up. I have a plan to fix it, but it's still gonna leave a scar." He levels his weapon at the raccoon. "I'm pretty sure I can't hurt you, but your less-than-living friends are in danger. If you want to attack me now, I won't blame you for it."
His head bobs up and down and his eyes dart from side to side, "There ain't nuthin hyar that needs fixin. If it gets a lil nippy then grow some fur." His eyes narrow and fix on your spirals, "Come on, surely you ain't gonna spoil the fun? You stick your nose in other folks business and it's liable to get bitten off." His smile looks sharp enough to cut through stone.
"It's okay. It's the thought that counts." He does a couple swishes through the air with his spiral-forged weapon. "It makes me sad to see this place in such... I dunno, ruin? Everything's all frozen and smashed up. I have a plan to fix it, but it's still gonna leave a scar." He levels his weapon at the raccoon. "I'm pretty sure I can't hurt you, but your less-than-living friends are in danger. If you want to attack me now, I won't blame you for it."
His head bobs up and down and his eyes dart from side to side, "There ain't nuthin hyar that needs fixin. If it gets a lil nippy then grow some fur." His eyes narrow and fix on your spirals, "Come on, surely you ain't gonna spoil the fun? You stick your nose in other folks business and it's liable to get bitten off." His smile looks sharp enough to cut through stone.
He sighs. "Staying out of things never was my strong suit."
He swings in a wide, reaping movement. Attack: 17 Damage: 41 slashing, 15 poison from the glaze, and 12 force from the salt. CON save or Poisoned, CHA save or take 3d4 more force at the start of each of your turns, STR save or prone. All saves are DC 18, and the Poisoned and DOT last for up to one minute, ending on a failed save.
The swing of the blade chops through everything in a 10ft radius semicircle, rotting the corn and grass with some sort of defoliating property.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"It's okay. It's the thought that counts." He does a couple swishes through the air with his spiral-forged weapon. "It makes me sad to see this place in such... I dunno, ruin? Everything's all frozen and smashed up. I have a plan to fix it, but it's still gonna leave a scar." He levels his weapon at the raccoon. "I'm pretty sure I can't hurt you, but your less-than-living friends are in danger. If you want to attack me now, I won't blame you for it."
His head bobs up and down and his eyes dart from side to side, "There ain't nuthin hyar that needs fixin. If it gets a lil nippy then grow some fur." His eyes narrow and fix on your spirals, "Come on, surely you ain't gonna spoil the fun? You stick your nose in other folks business and it's liable to get bitten off." His smile looks sharp enough to cut through stone.
He sighs. "Staying out of things never was my strong suit."
He swings in a wide, reaping movement. Attack: 17 Damage: 41 slashing, 15 poison from the glaze, and 12 force from the salt. CON save or Poisoned, CHA save or take 3d4 more force at the start of each of your turns, STR save or prone. All saves are DC 18, and the Poisoned and DOT last for up to one minute, ending on a failed save.
The swing of the blade chops through everything in a 10ft radius semicircle, rotting the corn and grass with some sort of defoliating property.
He ducks with a shriek of, "TOCHITOCHITOCHITOCHITOCHI!" His body barely seems corporeal. Not insubstantial, but rather a different sort of substantial. Suddenly, as if the crescent moon flew down from the sky and decided to take a bite out of reality, the Cheshire Coon begins snapping at you with his toothy grin. His face grows to an enormous size and he almost seems to chew through the air towards you. Attack: 1438 Piercing damage from his biting.
Something has flopped in the dirt where he once was. The Coon doesn't seem to have noticed, but it's striped and bushy and limp.
*I'm so happy that you're back, even if it turns out to just be for a little bit!*
*You're always a treat to have around!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Thanks man! I’m trying to be a little more active right now but I don’t think I’ll be all that present until the end of the summer.*
*But I’ll definitely try to participate in the new thread we’re designing when it goes up.*
*Epic!*
*Have you got time to RP now?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I have about an hour if you’re still around. Write up something and I’ll throw another something at it.*
https://www.youtube.com/shorts/7PRtiqM89oU
https://youtube.com/shorts/1akQ9Jmw9BY?si=cOsMuioQt5mkVkMI
hehehehehe
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
https://youtube.com/shorts/jyx8MwUogbg?si=_q1MNX3Ayt7DyEL7
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
*Yay!*
Felix has returned to the Autumn Country, and is heading to the Starshredder. His usual dull, sleepy expression has a sense of purpose mixed in. Over his shoulder he carries a large bag of salt, and the clanking of bottles and jars can be heard from his heavy pack. He's prepared for something
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
https://youtube.com/shorts/LM1JuzeANHg?si=6FsqzAr7A3ricEft
nyehehe
https://youtube.com/shorts/fJz9uLk4i3g?si=HZXW7Dwd8QNgNXlR
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
*oops thought i was on onions lol sorry*
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
A quiet voice mutters in a nearby swaying corn field and is carried to you on the wind, "potatoes... pork... eggs... noodles... bacon... demon... baked zucchini... tototototototo!" The corn stalks rustle and are quite rudely shoved out of the way of a massive, mastiff sized raccoon with a grin five sizes too large for its face. "Welcome back, Happy Face! Long time no see."
His eyes, dull pink spirals, slowly turn to stare at the raccoon. "You again. A friend of the ghouls." He reaches into his bag and draws an oversized cleaver with some sort of vile glaze on it. He sprinkles some black salt water on the blade. "How you doing?" He touches it to the ground, causing it to burn away the snow and vegetation a couple inches from it.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
His wide yellow eyes watch the blade as his smile tears itself wider. "Mighty fine. I'm doing more well than a wet hole in the ground." He blinks in such a way that it reminds you of little, colorful beetles rolling over onto their backs to die. "I got you a 'welcome home' gift." His countless, sharp teeth part and large black crows falls to the ground. The bird shrieks and clumsily flaps into the sky, shaking off flecks of the coon's spittle. "Oops. It got away."
"It's okay. It's the thought that counts." He does a couple swishes through the air with his spiral-forged weapon. "It makes me sad to see this place in such... I dunno, ruin? Everything's all frozen and smashed up. I have a plan to fix it, but it's still gonna leave a scar." He levels his weapon at the raccoon. "I'm pretty sure I can't hurt you, but your less-than-living friends are in danger. If you want to attack me now, I won't blame you for it."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Oh, I will ask that you tell me when you leave*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
His head bobs up and down and his eyes dart from side to side, "There ain't nuthin hyar that needs fixin. If it gets a lil nippy then grow some fur." His eyes narrow and fix on your spirals, "Come on, surely you ain't gonna spoil the fun? You stick your nose in other folks business and it's liable to get bitten off." His smile looks sharp enough to cut through stone.
*Will do. I still have some time.*
He sighs. "Staying out of things never was my strong suit."
He swings in a wide, reaping movement. Attack: 17 Damage: 41 slashing, 15 poison from the glaze, and 12 force from the salt. CON save or Poisoned, CHA save or take 3d4 more force at the start of each of your turns, STR save or prone. All saves are DC 18, and the Poisoned and DOT last for up to one minute, ending on a failed save.
The swing of the blade chops through everything in a 10ft radius semicircle, rotting the corn and grass with some sort of defoliating property.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He ducks with a shriek of, "TOCHITOCHITOCHITOCHITOCHI!" His body barely seems corporeal. Not insubstantial, but rather a different sort of substantial. Suddenly, as if the crescent moon flew down from the sky and decided to take a bite out of reality, the Cheshire Coon begins snapping at you with his toothy grin. His face grows to an enormous size and he almost seems to chew through the air towards you. Attack: 14 38 Piercing damage from his biting.
Something has flopped in the dirt where he once was. The Coon doesn't seem to have noticed, but it's striped and bushy and limp.
*I gtg for a while, hope that's okay*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*No worries, I have to leave for a bit about now as well. We can continue this later if you're interested.*