A young man trudges through the forest. His face covered by a laughing skull mask and the rest of his body by a long and worn cloak. For some reason, a rusty chain hangs from his neck, dragging across the ground. But that’s far from the most bizarre thing about him. That goes to the massive…thing slung across his back. Larger than him and incredibly heavy, he seems to be struggling slightly to move it, having to be partially turned around to drag it. He’s surrounded by a mist and aura of death, as spectral hands reach from the ground to claw at his feet and legs, slowing him down further. His legs are covered in old and dirty bandages, likely hiding wounds from the arms. Grumbling about: “Stupid deals. Stupid dead. Stupid death. Why me? Why did this have to be my responsibility?”
The undead girl sits in a grave in his way.
He sniffs the air “You’re dead. You should come with me.”
"Alright"
*gtg also found parent death god+ zombie chind?*
“Huh. Normally the resist and I have to bash their head in. Surprising that you just agreed.”
*Thats fine. We can continue tomorrow after I’m done with school if you want. Also yes, found parent death god + zombie child.*
*hey im back* she nods and stares off into the existence *jane doe coded*
“Kid? You still with me?”
"Oh, yes."
“Good. Now, how did you become undead? Was it a willing reanimation, were you forced or did you just die and then wake up or something?”
"I'm not sure..." she looks away blankly. "I don't remember anything before I woke up in my grave. All I have is this" she holds up an empty locket with "Felicity" written on it.
A clipboard appears in his free hand and a pen comes from his mouth, using his teeth to hold it and write something down “Is that your name?”
A young man trudges through the forest. His face covered by a laughing skull mask and the rest of his body by a long and worn cloak. For some reason, a rusty chain hangs from his neck, dragging across the ground. But that’s far from the most bizarre thing about him. That goes to the massive…thing slung across his back. Larger than him and incredibly heavy, he seems to be struggling slightly to move it, having to be partially turned around to drag it. He’s surrounded by a mist and aura of death, as spectral hands reach from the ground to claw at his feet and legs, slowing him down further. His legs are covered in old and dirty bandages, likely hiding wounds from the arms. Grumbling about: “Stupid deals. Stupid dead. Stupid death. Why me? Why did this have to be my responsibility?”
The undead girl sits in a grave in his way.
He sniffs the air “You’re dead. You should come with me.”
"Alright"
*gtg also found parent death god+ zombie chind?*
“Huh. Normally the resist and I have to bash their head in. Surprising that you just agreed.”
*Thats fine. We can continue tomorrow after I’m done with school if you want. Also yes, found parent death god + zombie child.*
*hey im back* she nods and stares off into the existence *jane doe coded*
“Kid? You still with me?”
"Oh, yes."
“Good. Now, how did you become undead? Was it a willing reanimation, were you forced or did you just die and then wake up or something?”
"I'm not sure..." she looks away blankly. "I don't remember anything before I woke up in my grave. All I have is this" she holds up an empty locket with "Felicity" written on it.
A clipboard appears in his free hand and a pen comes from his mouth, using his teeth to hold it and write something down “Is that your name?”
"I think so." she sits down on the ground
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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
He continues dragging it, sniffing the air “You dead?” He asks without looking at the figure
"Not hardly," His body dissolves into a cloud of autumn leaves that are blown down to the base of the stone where they swirl back into his form. "May I ask who you are to traverse my domain?" Candlelight flickers in his pumpkin head and his wide smile grins widely at you.
“I got a lot of names. Better to say that we have a lot of names. But we all go by the same title. The one most known by all. We are death, or at least it’s herald.”
"Hm," the Autumn King removes the pumpkin head helmet and holds it at his side, allowing his red leaf beard and mane of hair to flow. His eyes shine from his head like candlelight. "Death does not often enter my country. I perform most of Mort's duties here, we have been in such agreement for ages. Why do you herald him now?"
”Well, Felicity. You can stay with me until your time comes. I’ll care for you, as I cannot be directly responsible for your demise, though do not expect me to protect you from all danger.”
”Well, Felicity. You can stay with me until your time comes. I’ll care for you, as I cannot be directly responsible for your demise, though do not expect me to protect you from all danger.”
"thank you" she smiles very slightly
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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
He continues dragging it, sniffing the air “You dead?” He asks without looking at the figure
"Not hardly," His body dissolves into a cloud of autumn leaves that are blown down to the base of the stone where they swirl back into his form. "May I ask who you are to traverse my domain?" Candlelight flickers in his pumpkin head and his wide smile grins widely at you.
“I got a lot of names. Better to say that we have a lot of names. But we all go by the same title. The one most known by all. We are death, or at least it’s herald.”
"Hm," the Autumn King removes the pumpkin head helmet and holds it at his side, allowing his red leaf beard and mane of hair to flow. His eyes shine from his head like candlelight. "Death does not often enter my country. I perform most of Mort's duties here, we have been in such agreement for ages. Why do you herald him now?"
“We all carry the duty. In some way or another. Though I came here not of my will, nor did I come here of Death’s”
*I am writing a combination between Captain America and Mewtwo right now.*
*He was cloned from the flesh of a titan with the intent of creating the perfect soldier. Physically, he was flawless. Mentally, however, he was a bit too altruistic.*
*He wields a cursed sword forged by his progenitor. He is one of the very few able to even temporarily remove the cloth wrapping due to his genetic similarity to its creator. The cloth was originally put on as a symbolic act: the war is over, and we need not use these sorts of weapons anymore. Of course, given that it's back in use, maybe it was a bit too soon.*
*Sounds like a really cool character. The cloth sheath thing is really cool. I feel like there is a similar weapon from a story or legend but I can't remember it for the life of me.*
*Do you want to continue that role-play scenario we were doing a day or two ago? If not that's fine, it looked like there was a story progression.*
*Thanks! I was thinking he would have a scarf that he would whip off, which would then coil into the cloth sheath, summoning his weapon. Other than that, I'm not sure what he would look like.*
”Well, Felicity. You can stay with me until your time comes. I’ll care for you, as I cannot be directly responsible for your demise, though do not expect me to protect you from all danger.”
He continues dragging it, sniffing the air “You dead?” He asks without looking at the figure
"Not hardly," His body dissolves into a cloud of autumn leaves that are blown down to the base of the stone where they swirl back into his form. "May I ask who you are to traverse my domain?" Candlelight flickers in his pumpkin head and his wide smile grins widely at you.
“I got a lot of names. Better to say that we have a lot of names. But we all go by the same title. The one most known by all. We are death, or at least it’s herald.”
"Hm," the Autumn King removes the pumpkin head helmet and holds it at his side, allowing his red leaf beard and mane of hair to flow. His eyes shine from his head like candlelight. "Death does not often enter my country. I perform most of Mort's duties here, we have been in such agreement for ages. Why do you herald him now?"
“We all carry the duty. In some way or another. Though I came here not of my will, nor did I come here of Death’s”
"Then under whose did you come here?" He speaks as autumn leaves flutter and dance around his feet.
”Well, Felicity. You can stay with me until your time comes. I’ll care for you, as I cannot be directly responsible for your demise, though do not expect me to protect you from all danger.”
"thank you" she smiles very slightly
“You’re very welcome.”
she stands motionless, not even blinking
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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
*I am writing a combination between Captain America and Mewtwo right now.*
*He was cloned from the flesh of a titan with the intent of creating the perfect soldier. Physically, he was flawless. Mentally, however, he was a bit too altruistic.*
*He wields a cursed sword forged by his progenitor. He is one of the very few able to even temporarily remove the cloth wrapping due to his genetic similarity to its creator. The cloth was originally put on as a symbolic act: the war is over, and we need not use these sorts of weapons anymore. Of course, given that it's back in use, maybe it was a bit too soon.*
*Sounds like a really cool character. The cloth sheath thing is really cool. I feel like there is a similar weapon from a story or legend but I can't remember it for the life of me.*
*Do you want to continue that role-play scenario we were doing a day or two ago? If not that's fine, it looked like there was a story progression.*
*Thanks! I was thinking he would have a scarf that he would whip off, which would then coil into the cloth sheath, summoning his weapon. Other than that, I'm not sure what he would look like.*
*If you would like that, I'd be up for it.*
*Well the titan clone thing is also pretty cool. There are a lot of different ways you could go design wise with that. Maybe he looks relatively normal but the scarf covers something especially strange, like a band of eyes on his skin, external teeth, or a massive maw.*
The raccoon leaps down from the ghouls head just as the hook swings down. It misses the coon but catches the bandaged ghoul in the shoulder who lets out a bloodcurdling scream as he is dragged away. Several skinny, wriggling worm-like things are thrown from his body as it is hooked and dragged away.
The coon grins widely at you from the ground, eyes darting towards the barn, "I ain't the one that attacked you, sir." The fat faced ghoul that was scrambling towards you freezes when the hook appears. He slowly rises back up to two feet, regaining his composure. His saggy frown remains on his face and heavy folds form angry cliff faces over his eyes.
"Fat Face doesn't like it when his polite salutations aren't returned." The raccoon looks at the squirming tendrils writhing in the mud, "There goes Handsome."
"Well, I guess it didn't have time to switch targets. The Knight isn't very smart, and has relatively slow reaction times." The eye retreats into the darkness once more as the caught ghoul is dragged into the earth by the hook.
"Well, I'm sorry for not returning your greeting, but you were equally if not more rude, Mr. Ghoul. Killing people is not nice, even if they were not polite to you first." He doesn't sound judgemental, just informative.
*I gtg*
Fat Face glowers at you. His long thin fingers ball up into tight fists and then stretch out wide before balling up again, like dying spiders.
The coon's smile hasn't faltered this entire time. It seems to be a permanent fixture of his face. In fact he seems to be watching all these happenings with glee. "We're all just not-yet-corpses to the these fellers, sir. Killing ain't no big deal to the dead. Speaking of death and killing, weren't there some folks we were going to haunt and hunt?"
He continues dragging it, sniffing the air “You dead?” He asks without looking at the figure
"Not hardly," His body dissolves into a cloud of autumn leaves that are blown down to the base of the stone where they swirl back into his form. "May I ask who you are to traverse my domain?" Candlelight flickers in his pumpkin head and his wide smile grins widely at you.
“I got a lot of names. Better to say that we have a lot of names. But we all go by the same title. The one most known by all. We are death, or at least it’s herald.”
"Hm," the Autumn King removes the pumpkin head helmet and holds it at his side, allowing his red leaf beard and mane of hair to flow. His eyes shine from his head like candlelight. "Death does not often enter my country. I perform most of Mort's duties here, we have been in such agreement for ages. Why do you herald him now?"
“We all carry the duty. In some way or another. Though I came here not of my will, nor did I come here of Death’s”
"Then under whose did you come here?" He speaks as autumn leaves flutter and dance around his feet.
He snarls “I owe a fey a favor. This was supposedly where they hail from, and I’m supposed to: ‘help out however I can, until that chain around your neck is gone’. I don’t get paid enough for this.”
”Well, Felicity. You can stay with me until your time comes. I’ll care for you, as I cannot be directly responsible for your demise, though do not expect me to protect you from all danger.”
He continues dragging it, sniffing the air “You dead?” He asks without looking at the figure
"Not hardly," His body dissolves into a cloud of autumn leaves that are blown down to the base of the stone where they swirl back into his form. "May I ask who you are to traverse my domain?" Candlelight flickers in his pumpkin head and his wide smile grins widely at you.
“I got a lot of names. Better to say that we have a lot of names. But we all go by the same title. The one most known by all. We are death, or at least it’s herald.”
"Hm," the Autumn King removes the pumpkin head helmet and holds it at his side, allowing his red leaf beard and mane of hair to flow. His eyes shine from his head like candlelight. "Death does not often enter my country. I perform most of Mort's duties here, we have been in such agreement for ages. Why do you herald him now?"
“We all carry the duty. In some way or another. Though I came here not of my will, nor did I come here of Death’s”
"Then under whose did you come here?" He speaks as autumn leaves flutter and dance around his feet.
He snarls “I owe a fey a favor. This was supposedly where they hail from, and I’m supposed to: ‘help out however I can, until that chain around your neck is gone’. I don’t get paid enough for this.”
A smile flashes across his face, “Really? Well, if you’re looking at ways you can be of service I know of some tasks that need attendance. I’d even be willing to consider a reward upon their completion.”
”Well, Felicity. You can stay with me until your time comes. I’ll care for you, as I cannot be directly responsible for your demise, though do not expect me to protect you from all danger.”
"thank you" she smiles very slightly
“You’re very welcome.”
she stands motionless, not even blinking
“Hello? Is this a common occurrence?”
"hmm?"
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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
Fat Face glowers at you. His long thin fingers ball up into tight fists and then stretch out wide before balling up again, like dying spiders.
The coon's smile hasn't faltered this entire time. It seems to be a permanent fixture of his face. In fact he seems to be watching all these happenings with glee. "We're all just not-yet-corpses to the these fellers, sir. Killing ain't no big deal to the dead. Speaking of death and killing, weren't there some folks we were going to haunt and hunt?"
*See you later.*
"Quite right." He dumps his shells into his pocket and draws two different ones to examine them. All his shells have marked tape on them. "One of them is in the woods right now. Noble feller. Pale skin, hunting rifle. Probably looks nervous." He loads the rounds. "He's not supposed to be here."
He continues dragging it, sniffing the air “You dead?” He asks without looking at the figure
"Not hardly," His body dissolves into a cloud of autumn leaves that are blown down to the base of the stone where they swirl back into his form. "May I ask who you are to traverse my domain?" Candlelight flickers in his pumpkin head and his wide smile grins widely at you.
“I got a lot of names. Better to say that we have a lot of names. But we all go by the same title. The one most known by all. We are death, or at least it’s herald.”
"Hm," the Autumn King removes the pumpkin head helmet and holds it at his side, allowing his red leaf beard and mane of hair to flow. His eyes shine from his head like candlelight. "Death does not often enter my country. I perform most of Mort's duties here, we have been in such agreement for ages. Why do you herald him now?"
“We all carry the duty. In some way or another. Though I came here not of my will, nor did I come here of Death’s”
"Then under whose did you come here?" He speaks as autumn leaves flutter and dance around his feet.
He snarls “I owe a fey a favor. This was supposedly where they hail from, and I’m supposed to: ‘help out however I can, until that chain around your neck is gone’. I don’t get paid enough for this.”
A smile flashes across his face, “Really? Well, if you’re looking at ways you can be of service I know of some tasks that need attendance. I’d even be willing to consider a reward upon their completion.”
”Well, Felicity. You can stay with me until your time comes. I’ll care for you, as I cannot be directly responsible for your demise, though do not expect me to protect you from all danger.”
”Well, Felicity. You can stay with me until your time comes. I’ll care for you, as I cannot be directly responsible for your demise, though do not expect me to protect you from all danger.”
"thank you" she smiles very slightly
“You’re very welcome.”
she stands motionless, not even blinking
“Hello? Is this a common occurrence?”
"hmm?"
“You not responding.”
"oh, i'm sorry sir."
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A clipboard appears in his free hand and a pen comes from his mouth, using his teeth to hold it and write something down “Is that your name?”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
"I think so." she sits down on the ground
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
"Hm," the Autumn King removes the pumpkin head helmet and holds it at his side, allowing his red leaf beard and mane of hair to flow. His eyes shine from his head like candlelight. "Death does not often enter my country. I perform most of Mort's duties here, we have been in such agreement for ages. Why do you herald him now?"
*Cut with fry*
”Well, Felicity. You can stay with me until your time comes. I’ll care for you, as I cannot be directly responsible for your demise, though do not expect me to protect you from all danger.”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
"thank you" she smiles very slightly
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 all carry the duty. In some way or another. Though I came here not of my will, nor did I come here of Death’s”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
*Thanks! I was thinking he would have a scarf that he would whip off, which would then coil into the cloth sheath, summoning his weapon. Other than that, I'm not sure what he would look like.*
*If you would like that, I'd be up 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.
“You’re very welcome.”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
"Then under whose did you come here?" He speaks as autumn leaves flutter and dance around his feet.
she stands motionless, not even blinking
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
*Well the titan clone thing is also pretty cool. There are a lot of different ways you could go design wise with that. Maybe he looks relatively normal but the scarf covers something especially strange, like a band of eyes on his skin, external teeth, or a massive maw.*
*Cool!*
He snarls “I owe a fey a favor. This was supposedly where they hail from, and I’m supposed to: ‘help out however I can, until that chain around your neck is gone’. I don’t get paid enough for this.”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
“Hello? Is this a common occurrence?”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
A smile flashes across his face, “Really? Well, if you’re looking at ways you can be of service I know of some tasks that need attendance. I’d even be willing to consider a reward upon their completion.”
"hmm?"
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
"Quite right." He dumps his shells into his pocket and draws two different ones to examine them. All his shells have marked tape on them. "One of them is in the woods right now. Noble feller. Pale skin, hunting rifle. Probably looks nervous." He loads the rounds. "He's not supposed to be here."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“So be it then. What do you require?”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
“You not responding.”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
"oh, i'm sorry sir."
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