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?"
*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 shells. "He's not supposed to be here."
The small ghoul with the rag tied around his jaw shakes his bound head in disapproval, “Oh no, he shouldn’t be here. Tusk tusk tusk, how disappointing. We’ll put a stop to it, that we will.”
The coon smiles at his friend, “I believe you mean tisk, tisk, tisk, my friend.” Then he turns to you, “As you can see, we’re eager to get started.” His eyes flash to the bullets and the tape as he speaks.
”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."
“Rather you call me Baron.”
"baron..." she stops to think a little. "like a duke?"
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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”
"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.”
“So be it then. What do you require?”
“Come,” He turns and begins to walk, “There is a field here that needs tending.” He leads you to a large brown patch of earth. “The seeds have been planted, but I need them to be watered, harvested, and then cut open. Put whatever is inside into that cart over yonder and then bring it up to the castle by sundown.” It is a little after midday.
"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 shells. "He's not supposed to be here."
The small ghoul with the rag tied around his jaw shakes his bound head in disapproval, “Oh no, he shouldn’t be here. Tusk tusk tusk, how disappointing. We’ll put a stop to it, that we will.”
The coon smiles at his friend, “I believe you mean tisk, tisk, tisk, my friend.” Then he turns to you, “As you can see, we’re eager to get started.” His eyes flash to the bullets and the tape as he speaks.
"Now, no terrorizing, please. We want this man dead as quickly as possible. Dragging it out might upset the Knight, and this whole ordeal is to get rid of it. If this goes well enough, I might take you out to their homes where you can play all you want, but right now this is strictly business."
He brings his shotgun to hip-fire position and takes a deep whiff of the air. "He's getting close. I can smell his perspiration. He knows he's doing wrong." He points with his free hand. "How about you try flanking him? If he tries to run or I fail to kill him in one shot, you'll be able to finish the job easily enough."
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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.
”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."
“Rather you call me Baron.”
"baron..." she stops to think a little. "like a duke?"
“In a sense. Though more like the one who taught me these ways.”
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.”
“So be it then. What do you require?”
“Come,” He turns and begins to walk, “There is a field here that needs tending.” He leads you to a large brown patch of earth. “The seeds have been planted, but I need them to be watered, harvested, and then cut open. Put whatever is inside into that cart over yonder and then bring it up to the castle by sundown.” It is a little after midday.
“I’m assuming plants grow faster.” He slings the object off his shoulder, hitting the ground with a resounding thud. “I advise you don’t let anyone get too close to that.”
”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."
“Rather you call me Baron.”
"baron..." she stops to think a little. "like a duke?"
“In a sense. Though more like the one who taught me these ways.”
"that's nice" she says.
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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
*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!*
*I was considering potentially giving him minimal clothing, but making him mostly featureless. I've already decided that he wears something similar to woad in place of armor, and that it's enhanced by his forge cleric abilities (he's a warlock/cleric), which make it glow.*
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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.
”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."
“Rather you call me Baron.”
"baron..." she stops to think a little. "like a duke?"
“In a sense. Though more like the one who taught me these ways.”
”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."
“Rather you call me Baron.”
"baron..." she stops to think a little. "like a duke?"
“In a sense. Though more like the one who taught me these ways.”
"that's nice" she says.
“Indeed he was.”
"What was he like?" she walks along with him
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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
"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 shells. "He's not supposed to be here."
The small ghoul with the rag tied around his jaw shakes his bound head in disapproval, “Oh no, he shouldn’t be here. Tusk tusk tusk, how disappointing. We’ll put a stop to it, that we will.”
The coon smiles at his friend, “I believe you mean tisk, tisk, tisk, my friend.” Then he turns to you, “As you can see, we’re eager to get started.” His eyes flash to the bullets and the tape as he speaks.
"Now, no terrorizing, please. We want this man dead as quickly as possible. Dragging it out might upset the Knight, and this whole ordeal is to get rid of it. If this goes well enough, I might take you out to their homes where you can play all you want, but right now this is strictly business."
He brings his shotgun to hip-fire position and takes a deep whiff of the air. "He's getting close. I can smell his perspiration. He knows he's doing wrong." He points with his free hand. "How about you try flanking him? If he tries to run or I fail to kill him in one shot, you'll be able to finish the job easily enough."
Fat Face's chub crowded eyes brighten when you say, "strictly business." He nods his round head, "Business, yes, business. I'll go business flank." He falls to all fours again and skitters off with his elbows and knees high in the air and his body low to the ground. The one with the rag tied round his head nods and scampers off on the other side.
The raccoon doesn't move. Instead he says, "Sounds delightful." Then his fur and body begins to fade away, starting at his ringed tail then up to his ears. Soon only his smile is left suspended in mid air and then that vanishes too.
”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."
“Rather you call me Baron.”
"baron..." she stops to think a little. "like a duke?"
“In a sense. Though more like the one who taught me these ways.”
"that's nice" she says.
“Indeed he was.”
"What was he like?" she walks along with him
“A womanizer. A smoker and a drinker. Quite an odd man, but very kind to those he buries and leads to the afterlife.”
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.”
“So be it then. What do you require?”
“Come,” He turns and begins to walk, “There is a field here that needs tending.” He leads you to a large brown patch of earth. “The seeds have been planted, but I need them to be watered, harvested, and then cut open. Put whatever is inside into that cart over yonder and then bring it up to the castle by sundown.” It is a little after midday.
“I’m assuming plants grow faster.” He slings the object off his shoulder, hitting the ground with a resounding thud. “I advise you don’t let anyone get too close to that.”
"You'll figure it out." Then he disappears in a cloud of autumn leaves that scatter away in the wind.
The field lies brown and barren. A rusty pump protrudes from the ground next to a tin pail.
”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."
“Rather you call me Baron.”
"baron..." she stops to think a little. "like a duke?"
“In a sense. Though more like the one who taught me these ways.”
"that's nice" she says.
“Indeed he was.”
"What was he like?" she walks along with him
“A womanizer. A smoker and a drinker. Quite an odd man, but very kind to those he buries and leads to the afterlife.”
"The afterlife? Where is that?"
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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 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.”
“So be it then. What do you require?”
“Come,” He turns and begins to walk, “There is a field here that needs tending.” He leads you to a large brown patch of earth. “The seeds have been planted, but I need them to be watered, harvested, and then cut open. Put whatever is inside into that cart over yonder and then bring it up to the castle by sundown.” It is a little after midday.
“I’m assuming plants grow faster.” He slings the object off his shoulder, hitting the ground with a resounding thud. “I advise you don’t let anyone get too close to that.”
"You'll figure it out." Then he disappears in a cloud of autumn leaves that scatter away in the wind.
The field lies brown and barren. A rusty pump protrudes from the ground next to a tin pail.
Quite quick now that he is no longer bogged down by the object, he gets water from the pump into the bucket and waters the patch. Waiting for it to grow
*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!*
*I was considering potentially giving him minimal clothing, but making him mostly featureless. I've already decided that he wears something similar to woad in place of armor, and that it's enhanced by his forge cleric abilities (he's a warlock/cleric), which make it glow.*
*The woad is a cool design and him being featureless will really make him stand out.*
"Now, no terrorizing, please. We want this man dead as quickly as possible. Dragging it out might upset the Knight, and this whole ordeal is to get rid of it. If this goes well enough, I might take you out to their homes where you can play all you want, but right now this is strictly business."
He brings his shotgun to hip-fire position and takes a deep whiff of the air. "He's getting close. I can smell his perspiration. He knows he's doing wrong." He points with his free hand. "How about you try flanking him? If he tries to run or I fail to kill him in one shot, you'll be able to finish the job easily enough."
Fat Face's chub crowded eyes brighten when you say, "strictly business." He nods his round head, "Business, yes, business. I'll go business flank." He falls to all fours again and skitters off with his elbows and knees high in the air and his body low to the ground. The one with the rag tied round his head nods and scampers off on the other side.
The raccoon doesn't move. Instead he says, "Sounds delightful." Then his fur and body begins to fade away, starting at his ringed tail then up to his ears. Soon only his smile is left suspended in mid air and then that vanishes too.
Out in the woods, a noble aims his rifle at a normal-looking deer. His hands are shaking, slick with sweat. "Just one more time..." he whispers. "Please, just let me do this one more time..."
He closes his eyes for a few seconds, steadying himself. He fires. When he opens his eyes again, they don't believe what they see. The deer is still there, injured, being petted by a fox-like man with a shotgun in his left paw. The fox slowly turns to make eye contact, then raises the gun to his shoulder. The noble gets up and begins to run as his shoulder is peppered with lead. He stumbles a bit, but keeps running as the pain is rapidly replaced with a strange sort of tingling pleasure. Poison. The bullets were poisoned. Why? He sprints, hearing the slow, deliberate steps behind him. The whistling lullaby. Everything seems so soothing, and there's so long to go. It would be so easy to just lay down. But he has to run. He needs to get back home. Warn the others.
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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.
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.”
“So be it then. What do you require?”
“Come,” He turns and begins to walk, “There is a field here that needs tending.” He leads you to a large brown patch of earth. “The seeds have been planted, but I need them to be watered, harvested, and then cut open. Put whatever is inside into that cart over yonder and then bring it up to the castle by sundown.” It is a little after midday.
“I’m assuming plants grow faster.” He slings the object off his shoulder, hitting the ground with a resounding thud. “I advise you don’t let anyone get too close to that.”
"You'll figure it out." Then he disappears in a cloud of autumn leaves that scatter away in the wind.
The field lies brown and barren. A rusty pump protrudes from the ground next to a tin pail.
Quite quick now that he is no longer bogged down by the object, he gets water from the pump into the bucket and waters the patch. Waiting for it to grow
Each drop beckons a green shoot from the ground. Serpentine stalks slither from the dirt and spread wide, flat wings that soak up the sinking sun. Soon yellow blossoms spring out from under the leaves and they soon wilt, giving way to orange ballooning pumpkins. They swell into plump gourds covered in warts, fat and ready for picking.
"Now, no terrorizing, please. We want this man dead as quickly as possible. Dragging it out might upset the Knight, and this whole ordeal is to get rid of it. If this goes well enough, I might take you out to their homes where you can play all you want, but right now this is strictly business."
He brings his shotgun to hip-fire position and takes a deep whiff of the air. "He's getting close. I can smell his perspiration. He knows he's doing wrong." He points with his free hand. "How about you try flanking him? If he tries to run or I fail to kill him in one shot, you'll be able to finish the job easily enough."
Fat Face's chub crowded eyes brighten when you say, "strictly business." He nods his round head, "Business, yes, business. I'll go business flank." He falls to all fours again and skitters off with his elbows and knees high in the air and his body low to the ground. The one with the rag tied round his head nods and scampers off on the other side.
The raccoon doesn't move. Instead he says, "Sounds delightful." Then his fur and body begins to fade away, starting at his ringed tail then up to his ears. Soon only his smile is left suspended in mid air and then that vanishes too.
Out in the woods, a noble aims his rifle at a normal-looking deer. His hands are shaking, slick with sweat. "Just one more time..." he whispers. "Please, just let me do this one more time..."
He closes his eyes for a few seconds, steadying himself. He fires. When he opens his eyes again, they don't believe what they see. The deer is still there, injured, being petted by a fox-like man with a shotgun in his left paw. The fox slowly turns to make eye contact, then raises the gun to his shoulder. The noble gets up and begins to run as his shoulder is peppered with lead. He stumbles a bit, but keeps running as the pain is rapidly replaced with a strange sort of tingling pleasure. Poison. The bullets were poisoned. Why? He sprints, hearing the slow, deliberate steps behind him. The whistling lullaby. Everything seems so soothing, and there's so long to go. It would be so easy to just lay down. But he has to run. He needs to get back home. Warn the others.
Out of the deep shadows of a crooked tree springs the crooked form of the round face ghoul with the cardboard crown. His chubby lips are spread thin by a wide, manic smile and his voice speaks out, "Good afternoon!"
The small ghoul with the rag tied around his jaw shakes his bound head in disapproval, “Oh no, he shouldn’t be here. Tusk tusk tusk, how disappointing. We’ll put a stop to it, that we will.”
The coon smiles at his friend, “I believe you mean tisk, tisk, tisk, my friend.” Then he turns to you, “As you can see, we’re eager to get started.” His eyes flash to the bullets and the tape as he speaks.
“Rather you call me Baron.”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
"baron..." she stops to think a little. "like a duke?"
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
“Come,” He turns and begins to walk, “There is a field here that needs tending.” He leads you to a large brown patch of earth. “The seeds have been planted, but I need them to be watered, harvested, and then cut open. Put whatever is inside into that cart over yonder and then bring it up to the castle by sundown.” It is a little after midday.
"Now, no terrorizing, please. We want this man dead as quickly as possible. Dragging it out might upset the Knight, and this whole ordeal is to get rid of it. If this goes well enough, I might take you out to their homes where you can play all you want, but right now this is strictly business."
He brings his shotgun to hip-fire position and takes a deep whiff of the air. "He's getting close. I can smell his perspiration. He knows he's doing wrong." He points with his free hand. "How about you try flanking him? If he tries to run or I fail to kill him in one shot, you'll be able to finish the job easily enough."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“In a sense. Though more like the one who taught me these ways.”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
“I’m assuming plants grow faster.” He slings the object off his shoulder, hitting the ground with a resounding thud. “I advise you don’t let anyone get too close to that.”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
"that's nice" she says.
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 was considering potentially giving him minimal clothing, but making him mostly featureless. I've already decided that he wears something similar to woad in place of armor, and that it's enhanced by his forge cleric abilities (he's a warlock/cleric), which make it glow.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Indeed he was.”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
"What was he like?" she walks along with him
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's chub crowded eyes brighten when you say, "strictly business." He nods his round head, "Business, yes, business. I'll go business flank." He falls to all fours again and skitters off with his elbows and knees high in the air and his body low to the ground. The one with the rag tied round his head nods and scampers off on the other side.
The raccoon doesn't move. Instead he says, "Sounds delightful." Then his fur and body begins to fade away, starting at his ringed tail then up to his ears. Soon only his smile is left suspended in mid air and then that vanishes too.
“A womanizer. A smoker and a drinker. Quite an odd man, but very kind to those he buries and leads to the afterlife.”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
"You'll figure it out." Then he disappears in a cloud of autumn leaves that scatter away in the wind.
The field lies brown and barren. A rusty pump protrudes from the ground next to a tin pail.
"The afterlife? Where is that?"
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 quick now that he is no longer bogged down by the object, he gets water from the pump into the bucket and waters the patch. Waiting for it to grow
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
*The woad is a cool design and him being featureless will really make him stand out.*
Out in the woods, a noble aims his rifle at a normal-looking deer. His hands are shaking, slick with sweat. "Just one more time..." he whispers. "Please, just let me do this one more time..."
He closes his eyes for a few seconds, steadying himself. He fires. When he opens his eyes again, they don't believe what they see. The deer is still there, injured, being petted by a fox-like man with a shotgun in his left paw. The fox slowly turns to make eye contact, then raises the gun to his shoulder. The noble gets up and begins to run as his shoulder is peppered with lead. He stumbles a bit, but keeps running as the pain is rapidly replaced with a strange sort of tingling pleasure. Poison. The bullets were poisoned. Why? He sprints, hearing the slow, deliberate steps behind him. The whistling lullaby. Everything seems so soothing, and there's so long to go. It would be so easy to just lay down. But he has to run. He needs to get back home. Warn the others.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Each drop beckons a green shoot from the ground. Serpentine stalks slither from the dirt and spread wide, flat wings that soak up the sinking sun. Soon yellow blossoms spring out from under the leaves and they soon wilt, giving way to orange ballooning pumpkins. They swell into plump gourds covered in warts, fat and ready for picking.
Out of the deep shadows of a crooked tree springs the crooked form of the round face ghoul with the cardboard crown. His chubby lips are spread thin by a wide, manic smile and his voice speaks out, "Good afternoon!"