”the gods are evil folk. They should be eradicated. Slain. One. By. One.”
*Thanks, I’m on mobile so it’s difficult to cut.*
”Hmm,” the coon considers this, “Evil indeed. I’d be a mite careful bout who you tell of your intentions. There are plenty of folks here who share a different opinion of their ruler.” He thrashes the fallen leaves with his striped tail, “But there are some who might like what you’re getting at.”
*same here lol*
”Where is his castle?” He says, simply. “Also, do let him know I’m coming. I love a challenge.”
“See that copse of maples over yonder?” He gestures with a disturbingly hand like paw, “The Keep is just behind them trees. The door is always open so you ain’t gonna have trouble getting in. I’ll give him your howdy next time I see him.” His furry form begins to fade away, becoming as insubstantial as mist, until all that is left of the raccoon is his crescent shaped grin. Then that disappears too.
He nods his thanks and lets out an insane laugh. “DO YOU HEAR THAT KING!!! THE HUNTER HAS COMETH!!” He starts to head towards the castle
As you make your way towards the castle you come across some misshapen figures digging about in a roadside cemetery. As you pass by they stop their scraping and shuffling, and one of them rises. A skeletally thin creature steps into the path before you. His limbs are long and spidery, and his grey skin is pulled tight across his bones all over his body. All except his face. His face is round and pudgy with chub thickened cheeks, a bulbous nose, and heavy brow. On top of his head is a yellow, cardboard crown. His fat face twists into a stretched smile and he bows. “Good evening.” He says politely.
*did not mean to vanish. Was forced to watch Beetlegeuse*
”Good evening.” He says evenly. “Can I help you?”
*That’s a film I ain’t never seen.*
The menacing, polite smile turns into a grateful, genuine one. He bows to you, sweeping off his cardboard crown, “Had you not returned my greeting I would have torn you limb from limb, supped on your flesh, and used your bones to pick my teeth. However you did not neglect to greet a wretch like me, and for that you earn my utmost respect. No, there is not a thing you can do to help poor old me, but is there anything I can do for you?”
*It's very good*
"Tell me who is loyal to the Autumn king. Also, i would've speared you before you could touch me." he snarls.
*Cool, I’ll have to watch it sometime.*
”Well, spears in the gut are bad for the appetite.” His chubby face does not seem perturbed at your threat as he pats his cave-in stomach with a thin, spider fingered hand. “Most everyone here is loyal to the Autumn King. But for many that is simply the necessity. There are others who aren’t as pleased under his rule. Many of us ghouls wouldn’t mind a change of leadership, and I don’t think the Inquisitor of the Dead is incredibly loyal either, but he isn’t fun to work with.”
"Are you loyal to the king?" he asks evenly, his hand digging around in his bag as he speaks. There is a slight threat to his tone.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The church grim, tired from making a sign, sits on a rough-hewn log bench to take a short nap, and some ghosts pop up from their graves and mill about. A few seem to be looking at a slightly dazed felicity, sitting in a recently-shallowed grave. The graveyard's low stone walls are weathered and a rough wooden sign is stuck in the grass just outside the entrance. It reads:
Assistant graveyard keeper needed Graves available for wandering spirits Care packages accepted
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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) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, 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, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
The church grim, tired from making a sign, sits on a rough-hewn log bench to take a short nap, and some ghosts pop up from their graves and mill about. A few seem to be looking at a slightly dazed felicity, sitting in a recently-shallowed grave. The graveyard's low stone walls are weathered and a rough wooden sign is stuck in the grass just outside the entrance. It reads:
Assistant graveyard keeper needed Graves available for wandering spirits Care packages accepted
Apollon walks into the graveyard looking tired
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The church grim, tired from making a sign, sits on a rough-hewn log bench to take a short nap, and some ghosts pop up from their graves and mill about. A few seem to be looking at a slightly dazed felicity, sitting in a recently-shallowed grave. The graveyard's low stone walls are weathered and a rough wooden sign is stuck in the grass just outside the entrance. It reads:
Assistant graveyard keeper needed Graves available for wandering spirits Care packages accepted
Apollon walks into the graveyard looking tired
"Long day, lad?" the grim asks
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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) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, 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, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
The church grim, tired from making a sign, sits on a rough-hewn log bench to take a short nap, and some ghosts pop up from their graves and mill about. A few seem to be looking at a slightly dazed felicity, sitting in a recently-shallowed grave. The graveyard's low stone walls are weathered and a rough wooden sign is stuck in the grass just outside the entrance. It reads:
Assistant graveyard keeper needed Graves available for wandering spirits Care packages accepted
Apollon walks into the graveyard looking tired
"Long day, lad?" the grim asks
He nods, stabbing his spear in the dirt by his grave.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The church grim, tired from making a sign, sits on a rough-hewn log bench to take a short nap, and some ghosts pop up from their graves and mill about. A few seem to be looking at a slightly dazed felicity, sitting in a recently-shallowed grave. The graveyard's low stone walls are weathered and a rough wooden sign is stuck in the grass just outside the entrance. It reads:
Assistant graveyard keeper needed Graves available for wandering spirits Care packages accepted
Apollon walks into the graveyard looking tired
"Long day, lad?" the grim asks
He nods, stabbing his spear in the dirt by his grave.
"Heard you're a hunter. Catch anything good?"
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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) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, 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, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
The church grim, tired from making a sign, sits on a rough-hewn log bench to take a short nap, and some ghosts pop up from their graves and mill about. A few seem to be looking at a slightly dazed felicity, sitting in a recently-shallowed grave. The graveyard's low stone walls are weathered and a rough wooden sign is stuck in the grass just outside the entrance. It reads:
Assistant graveyard keeper needed Graves available for wandering spirits Care packages accepted
Apollon walks into the graveyard looking tired
"Long day, lad?" the grim asks
He nods, stabbing his spear in the dirt by his grave.
"Heard you're a hunter. Catch anything good?"
"No, but the king is my next target."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
”the gods are evil folk. They should be eradicated. Slain. One. By. One.”
*Thanks, I’m on mobile so it’s difficult to cut.*
”Hmm,” the coon considers this, “Evil indeed. I’d be a mite careful bout who you tell of your intentions. There are plenty of folks here who share a different opinion of their ruler.” He thrashes the fallen leaves with his striped tail, “But there are some who might like what you’re getting at.”
*same here lol*
”Where is his castle?” He says, simply. “Also, do let him know I’m coming. I love a challenge.”
“See that copse of maples over yonder?” He gestures with a disturbingly hand like paw, “The Keep is just behind them trees. The door is always open so you ain’t gonna have trouble getting in. I’ll give him your howdy next time I see him.” His furry form begins to fade away, becoming as insubstantial as mist, until all that is left of the raccoon is his crescent shaped grin. Then that disappears too.
He nods his thanks and lets out an insane laugh. “DO YOU HEAR THAT KING!!! THE HUNTER HAS COMETH!!” He starts to head towards the castle
As you make your way towards the castle you come across some misshapen figures digging about in a roadside cemetery. As you pass by they stop their scraping and shuffling, and one of them rises. A skeletally thin creature steps into the path before you. His limbs are long and spidery, and his grey skin is pulled tight across his bones all over his body. All except his face. His face is round and pudgy with chub thickened cheeks, a bulbous nose, and heavy brow. On top of his head is a yellow, cardboard crown. His fat face twists into a stretched smile and he bows. “Good evening.” He says politely.
*did not mean to vanish. Was forced to watch Beetlegeuse*
”Good evening.” He says evenly. “Can I help you?”
*That’s a film I ain’t never seen.*
The menacing, polite smile turns into a grateful, genuine one. He bows to you, sweeping off his cardboard crown, “Had you not returned my greeting I would have torn you limb from limb, supped on your flesh, and used your bones to pick my teeth. However you did not neglect to greet a wretch like me, and for that you earn my utmost respect. No, there is not a thing you can do to help poor old me, but is there anything I can do for you?”
*It's very good*
"Tell me who is loyal to the Autumn king. Also, i would've speared you before you could touch me." he snarls.
*Cool, I’ll have to watch it sometime.*
”Well, spears in the gut are bad for the appetite.” His chubby face does not seem perturbed at your threat as he pats his cave-in stomach with a thin, spider fingered hand. “Most everyone here is loyal to the Autumn King. But for many that is simply the necessity. There are others who aren’t as pleased under his rule. Many of us ghouls wouldn’t mind a change of leadership, and I don’t think the Inquisitor of the Dead is incredibly loyal either, but he isn’t fun to work with.”
"Are you loyal to the king?" he asks evenly, his hand digging around in his bag as he speaks. There is a slight threat to his tone.
“I’m loyal,” he says slowly, chewing on his words, tasting each one to see if it’s fit for speech, “to my belly. Whoever opens the most graves will win mine and my kind’s favor.”
”the gods are evil folk. They should be eradicated. Slain. One. By. One.”
*Thanks, I’m on mobile so it’s difficult to cut.*
”Hmm,” the coon considers this, “Evil indeed. I’d be a mite careful bout who you tell of your intentions. There are plenty of folks here who share a different opinion of their ruler.” He thrashes the fallen leaves with his striped tail, “But there are some who might like what you’re getting at.”
*same here lol*
”Where is his castle?” He says, simply. “Also, do let him know I’m coming. I love a challenge.”
“See that copse of maples over yonder?” He gestures with a disturbingly hand like paw, “The Keep is just behind them trees. The door is always open so you ain’t gonna have trouble getting in. I’ll give him your howdy next time I see him.” His furry form begins to fade away, becoming as insubstantial as mist, until all that is left of the raccoon is his crescent shaped grin. Then that disappears too.
He nods his thanks and lets out an insane laugh. “DO YOU HEAR THAT KING!!! THE HUNTER HAS COMETH!!” He starts to head towards the castle
As you make your way towards the castle you come across some misshapen figures digging about in a roadside cemetery. As you pass by they stop their scraping and shuffling, and one of them rises. A skeletally thin creature steps into the path before you. His limbs are long and spidery, and his grey skin is pulled tight across his bones all over his body. All except his face. His face is round and pudgy with chub thickened cheeks, a bulbous nose, and heavy brow. On top of his head is a yellow, cardboard crown. His fat face twists into a stretched smile and he bows. “Good evening.” He says politely.
*did not mean to vanish. Was forced to watch Beetlegeuse*
”Good evening.” He says evenly. “Can I help you?”
*That’s a film I ain’t never seen.*
The menacing, polite smile turns into a grateful, genuine one. He bows to you, sweeping off his cardboard crown, “Had you not returned my greeting I would have torn you limb from limb, supped on your flesh, and used your bones to pick my teeth. However you did not neglect to greet a wretch like me, and for that you earn my utmost respect. No, there is not a thing you can do to help poor old me, but is there anything I can do for you?”
*It's very good*
"Tell me who is loyal to the Autumn king. Also, i would've speared you before you could touch me." he snarls.
*Cool, I’ll have to watch it sometime.*
”Well, spears in the gut are bad for the appetite.” His chubby face does not seem perturbed at your threat as he pats his cave-in stomach with a thin, spider fingered hand. “Most everyone here is loyal to the Autumn King. But for many that is simply the necessity. There are others who aren’t as pleased under his rule. Many of us ghouls wouldn’t mind a change of leadership, and I don’t think the Inquisitor of the Dead is incredibly loyal either, but he isn’t fun to work with.”
"Are you loyal to the king?" he asks evenly, his hand digging around in his bag as he speaks. There is a slight threat to his tone.
“I’m loyal,” he says slowly, chewing on his words, tasting each one to see if it’s fit for speech, “to my belly. Whoever opens the most graves will win mine and my kind’s favor.”
"Interesting. Perhaps we can make a deal." he says
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The church grim, tired from making a sign, sits on a rough-hewn log bench to take a short nap, and some ghosts pop up from their graves and mill about. A few seem to be looking at a slightly dazed felicity, sitting in a recently-shallowed grave. The graveyard's low stone walls are weathered and a rough wooden sign is stuck in the grass just outside the entrance. It reads:
Assistant graveyard keeper needed Graves available for wandering spirits Care packages accepted
Apollon walks into the graveyard looking tired
"Long day, lad?" the grim asks
He nods, stabbing his spear in the dirt by his grave.
"Heard you're a hunter. Catch anything good?"
"No, but the king is my next target."
He coughs "Wat, laddie? Th'king?"
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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) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, 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, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
The church grim, tired from making a sign, sits on a rough-hewn log bench to take a short nap, and some ghosts pop up from their graves and mill about. A few seem to be looking at a slightly dazed felicity, sitting in a recently-shallowed grave. The graveyard's low stone walls are weathered and a rough wooden sign is stuck in the grass just outside the entrance. It reads:
Assistant graveyard keeper needed Graves available for wandering spirits Care packages accepted
Apollon walks into the graveyard looking tired
"Long day, lad?" the grim asks
He nods, stabbing his spear in the dirt by his grave.
"Heard you're a hunter. Catch anything good?"
"No, but the king is my next target."
He coughs "Wat, laddie? Th'king?"
He nods, spinning his spear idly.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The church grim, tired from making a sign, sits on a rough-hewn log bench to take a short nap, and some ghosts pop up from their graves and mill about. A few seem to be looking at a slightly dazed felicity, sitting in a recently-shallowed grave. The graveyard's low stone walls are weathered and a rough wooden sign is stuck in the grass just outside the entrance. It reads:
Assistant graveyard keeper needed Graves available for wandering spirits Care packages accepted
Apollon walks into the graveyard looking tired
"Long day, lad?" the grim asks
He nods, stabbing his spear in the dirt by his grave.
"Heard you're a hunter. Catch anything good?"
"No, but the king is my next target."
He coughs "Wat, laddie? Th'king?"
He nods, spinning his spear idly.
"That's a fool's errand. I denne know your reason, but it'll fail"
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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) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, 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, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
"That's a fool's errand. I denne know your reason, but it'll fail"
"We will see.." he says
"I've seen the rise and fall of many kings, laddie."
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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) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, 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, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
"Are you loyal to the king?" he asks evenly, his hand digging around in his bag as he speaks. There is a slight threat to his tone.
“I’m loyal,” he says slowly, chewing on his words, tasting each one to see if it’s fit for speech, “to my belly. Whoever opens the most graves will win mine and my kind’s favor.”
"Interesting. Perhaps we can make a deal." he says
"What sort of deal?" asks the ghoul with narrowed eyes, "Are you planning a coup?"
"Are you loyal to the king?" he asks evenly, his hand digging around in his bag as he speaks. There is a slight threat to his tone.
“I’m loyal,” he says slowly, chewing on his words, tasting each one to see if it’s fit for speech, “to my belly. Whoever opens the most graves will win mine and my kind’s favor.”
"Interesting. Perhaps we can make a deal." he says
"What sort of deal?" asks the ghoul with narrowed eyes, "Are you planning a coup?"
"I'm planning on killing the king." he says simply. "If you aid me I'll let you feast as much as youd like."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"That's a fool's errand. I denne know your reason, but it'll fail"
"We will see.." he says
"I've seen the rise and fall of many kings, laddie."
"You will see yet another."
"And ye wish to replace him?" he cocks his head. "hmm"
the ghosts mill around a rather sullen looking undead girl
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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) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, 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, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
"What sort of deal?" asks the ghoul with narrowed eyes, "Are you planning a coup?"
"I'm planning on killing the king." he says simply. "If you aid me I'll let you feast as much as youd like."
"Killing the king?!" His small black eyes dart around. "Be careful, every leaf here falls at his command. Every gust of wind is his breathe and you don't want the gale blowing your traitorous words to his ears." He speaks in a low whisper. "I like the sound of it, but how do I know your promises aren't as empty as my heart? How do I know you can actually do the deed?" The other ghouls begin to creep over to the one with the crown, intrigued by the long conversation.
"Are you loyal to the king?" he asks evenly, his hand digging around in his bag as he speaks. There is a slight threat to his tone.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
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)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, 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, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Apollon walks into the graveyard looking tired
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Long day, lad?" the grim asks
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)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, 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, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
He nods, stabbing his spear in the dirt by his grave.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Heard you're a hunter. Catch anything good?"
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)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, 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, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
"No, but the king is my next target."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“I’m loyal,” he says slowly, chewing on his words, tasting each one to see if it’s fit for speech, “to my belly. Whoever opens the most graves will win mine and my kind’s favor.”
"Interesting. Perhaps we can make a deal." he says
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He coughs "Wat, laddie? Th'king?"
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)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, 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, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
He nods, spinning his spear idly.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"That's a fool's errand. I denne know your reason, but it'll fail"
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)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, 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, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
"We will see.." he says
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I've seen the rise and fall of many kings, laddie."
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)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, 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, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
"What sort of deal?" asks the ghoul with narrowed eyes, "Are you planning a coup?"
"You will see yet another."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I'm planning on killing the king." he says simply. "If you aid me I'll let you feast as much as youd like."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"And ye wish to replace him?" he cocks his head. "hmm"
the ghosts mill around a rather sullen looking undead girl
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)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, 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, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
"No. One of you'll will take his place I'm sure." he says, looking over at the crowd of ghosts.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Killing the king?!" His small black eyes dart around. "Be careful, every leaf here falls at his command. Every gust of wind is his breathe and you don't want the gale blowing your traitorous words to his ears." He speaks in a low whisper. "I like the sound of it, but how do I know your promises aren't as empty as my heart? How do I know you can actually do the deed?" The other ghouls begin to creep over to the one with the crown, intrigued by the long conversation.