An old shipping truck with tinted windows and a welded-shut cabin is driving throughout Autumn County, delivering pull-tab cans of meat to various homes, from the Keep to various graveyards to random spots in the woods that just happen to be inhabited by intelligent beings. The truck and cans are marked with the logo of some company called "Alexandre Meat Kings." There are little activities on the can labels too, like a kid's menu.
Thint the dragon observes this truck before taking flight and following it.
An old shipping truck with tinted windows and a welded-shut cabin is driving throughout Autumn County, delivering pull-tab cans of meat to various homes, from the Keep to various graveyards to random spots in the woods that just happen to be inhabited by intelligent beings. The truck and cans are marked with the logo of some company called "Alexandre Meat Kings." There are little activities on the can labels too, like a kid's menu.
Thint the dragon observes this truck before taking flight and following it.
Whoever has been sealed inside either doesn't notice or doesn't care that a dragon is following it.
After completing its rounds, which take it all over the country, it drives out to a strange and ancient-looking building. It's like something between an antediluvian monument, a Gothic cathedral, and a modern factory. The truck drives into a nearby pit, falling onto a landfill of trucks. There is a horrible noise as everything in the pit sinks down, the sounds of flesh and metal being rent apart.
The factory comes to life, smoke pouring out the ornate stone tubes on the top.
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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.
An old shipping truck with tinted windows and a welded-shut cabin is driving throughout Autumn County, delivering pull-tab cans of meat to various homes, from the Keep to various graveyards to random spots in the woods that just happen to be inhabited by intelligent beings. The truck and cans are marked with the logo of some company called "Alexandre Meat Kings." There are little activities on the can labels too, like a kid's menu.
Thint the dragon observes this truck before taking flight and following it.
Whoever has been sealed inside either doesn't notice or doesn't care that a dragon is following it.
After completing its rounds, which take it all over the country, it drives out to a strange and ancient-looking building. It's like something between an antediluvian monument, a Gothic cathedral, and a modern factory. The truck drives into a nearby pit, falling onto a landfill of trucks. There is a horrible noise as everything in the pit sinks down, the sounds of flesh and metal being rent apart.
The factory comes to life, smoke pouring out the ornate stone tubes on the top.
Thint observes this with a blank expression and goes to the presumably main entrance, knocking thrice with her long and thin clawed hand.
An old shipping truck with tinted windows and a welded-shut cabin is driving throughout Autumn County, delivering pull-tab cans of meat to various homes, from the Keep to various graveyards to random spots in the woods that just happen to be inhabited by intelligent beings. The truck and cans are marked with the logo of some company called "Alexandre Meat Kings." There are little activities on the can labels too, like a kid's menu.
Thint the dragon observes this truck before taking flight and following it.
Whoever has been sealed inside either doesn't notice or doesn't care that a dragon is following it.
After completing its rounds, which take it all over the country, it drives out to a strange and ancient-looking building. It's like something between an antediluvian monument, a Gothic cathedral, and a modern factory. The truck drives into a nearby pit, falling onto a landfill of trucks. There is a horrible noise as everything in the pit sinks down, the sounds of flesh and metal being rent apart.
The factory comes to life, smoke pouring out the ornate stone tubes on the top.
Thint observes this with a blank expression and goes to the presumably main entrance, knocking thrice with her long and thin clawed hand.
The door drifts open from the impact, revealing the interior. There are no workers to be seen, but every machine has some sort of anthropomorphization. Mechanical arms with humanoid hands, sensors shaped like eyes, doors with teeth and lips. There are motivational posters on all the walls, ancient, blood-splattered, and torn. It's still unclear where the meat is coming from, but it seems to be already processed by the time this gore-soaked cannery gets its unnervingly detailed stone hands on it.
Thint hears something overhead, and when she looks up she sees that there is a metal catwalk hanging from the ceiling, designed so that the owner could see the entire factory without having to go down to interact with the workers. It's in disrepair, but not enough to creak on its own. It ends at a little office attached to the wall. From what Thint saw from the outside, this is not the full factory.
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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.
An old shipping truck with tinted windows and a welded-shut cabin is driving throughout Autumn County, delivering pull-tab cans of meat to various homes, from the Keep to various graveyards to random spots in the woods that just happen to be inhabited by intelligent beings. The truck and cans are marked with the logo of some company called "Alexandre Meat Kings." There are little activities on the can labels too, like a kid's menu.
Thint the dragon observes this truck before taking flight and following it.
Whoever has been sealed inside either doesn't notice or doesn't care that a dragon is following it.
After completing its rounds, which take it all over the country, it drives out to a strange and ancient-looking building. It's like something between an antediluvian monument, a Gothic cathedral, and a modern factory. The truck drives into a nearby pit, falling onto a landfill of trucks. There is a horrible noise as everything in the pit sinks down, the sounds of flesh and metal being rent apart.
The factory comes to life, smoke pouring out the ornate stone tubes on the top.
Thint observes this with a blank expression and goes to the presumably main entrance, knocking thrice with her long and thin clawed hand.
The door drifts open from the impact, revealing the interior. There are no workers to be seen, but every machine has some sort of anthropomorphization. Mechanical arms with humanoid hands, sensors shaped like eyes, doors with teeth and lips. There are motivational posters on all the walls, ancient, blood-splattered, and torn. It's still unclear where the meat is coming from, but it seems to be already processed by the time this gore-soaked cannery gets its unnervingly detailed stone hands on it.
Thint hears something overhead, and when she looks up she sees that there is a metal catwalk hanging from the ceiling, designed so that the owner could see the entire factory without having to go down to interact with the workers. It's in disrepair, but not enough to creak on its own. It ends at a little office attached to the wall. From what Thint saw from the outside, this is not the full factory.
Thint rises up to the catwalk and knocks on the office door. She sends a psionic message all throughout the facility. ‘Hello?’
The door drifts open from the impact, revealing the interior. There are no workers to be seen, but every machine has some sort of anthropomorphization. Mechanical arms with humanoid hands, sensors shaped like eyes, doors with teeth and lips. There are motivational posters on all the walls, ancient, blood-splattered, and torn. It's still unclear where the meat is coming from, but it seems to be already processed by the time this gore-soaked cannery gets its unnervingly detailed stone hands on it.
Thint hears something overhead, and when she looks up she sees that there is a metal catwalk hanging from the ceiling, designed so that the owner could see the entire factory without having to go down to interact with the workers. It's in disrepair, but not enough to creak on its own. It ends at a little office attached to the wall. From what Thint saw from the outside, this is not the full factory.
Thint rises up to the catwalk and knocks on the office door. She sends a psionic message all throughout the facility. ‘Hello?’
The entire factory slows down for a split second. Something large and heavy shuffles behind the door. "Come on in. I'll be a minute..." comes a deep, rumbling voice.
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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.
The door drifts open from the impact, revealing the interior. There are no workers to be seen, but every machine has some sort of anthropomorphization. Mechanical arms with humanoid hands, sensors shaped like eyes, doors with teeth and lips. There are motivational posters on all the walls, ancient, blood-splattered, and torn. It's still unclear where the meat is coming from, but it seems to be already processed by the time this gore-soaked cannery gets its unnervingly detailed stone hands on it.
Thint hears something overhead, and when she looks up she sees that there is a metal catwalk hanging from the ceiling, designed so that the owner could see the entire factory without having to go down to interact with the workers. It's in disrepair, but not enough to creak on its own. It ends at a little office attached to the wall. From what Thint saw from the outside, this is not the full factory.
Thint rises up to the catwalk and knocks on the office door. She sends a psionic message all throughout the facility. ‘Hello?’
The entire factory slows down for a split second. Something large and heavy shuffles behind the door. "Come on in. I'll be a minute..." comes a deep, rumbling voice.
Thint opens the door and lowers her head to peer in with one eye.
The door drifts open from the impact, revealing the interior. There are no workers to be seen, but every machine has some sort of anthropomorphization. Mechanical arms with humanoid hands, sensors shaped like eyes, doors with teeth and lips. There are motivational posters on all the walls, ancient, blood-splattered, and torn. It's still unclear where the meat is coming from, but it seems to be already processed by the time this gore-soaked cannery gets its unnervingly detailed stone hands on it.
Thint hears something overhead, and when she looks up she sees that there is a metal catwalk hanging from the ceiling, designed so that the owner could see the entire factory without having to go down to interact with the workers. It's in disrepair, but not enough to creak on its own. It ends at a little office attached to the wall. From what Thint saw from the outside, this is not the full factory.
Thint rises up to the catwalk and knocks on the office door. She sends a psionic message all throughout the facility. ‘Hello?’
The entire factory slows down for a split second. Something large and heavy shuffles behind the door. "Come on in. I'll be a minute..." comes a deep, rumbling voice.
Thint opens the door and lowers her head to peer in with one eye.
The office is relatively bare, with nothing of note other than a hot Hawaiian-style pizza and a family photo on the table. The sepia-toned photo has a small family of identical men of various ages. Each of them wears a uniform for "Alexandre Wetworks." Weird.
There is no one in the office, but there is a large door in the wall behind the desk which probably leads to the rest of the factory. It's big enough for Thint, which is a bit of a surprise.
"You can have some pizza, but don't touch anything." Comes the voice from behind the door. "I'll be there in a jiff."
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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.
The door drifts open from the impact, revealing the interior. There are no workers to be seen, but every machine has some sort of anthropomorphization. Mechanical arms with humanoid hands, sensors shaped like eyes, doors with teeth and lips. There are motivational posters on all the walls, ancient, blood-splattered, and torn. It's still unclear where the meat is coming from, but it seems to be already processed by the time this gore-soaked cannery gets its unnervingly detailed stone hands on it.
Thint hears something overhead, and when she looks up she sees that there is a metal catwalk hanging from the ceiling, designed so that the owner could see the entire factory without having to go down to interact with the workers. It's in disrepair, but not enough to creak on its own. It ends at a little office attached to the wall. From what Thint saw from the outside, this is not the full factory.
Thint rises up to the catwalk and knocks on the office door. She sends a psionic message all throughout the facility. ‘Hello?’
The entire factory slows down for a split second. Something large and heavy shuffles behind the door. "Come on in. I'll be a minute..." comes a deep, rumbling voice.
Thint opens the door and lowers her head to peer in with one eye.
The office is relatively bare, with nothing of note other than a hot Hawaiian-style pizza and a family photo on the table. The sepia-toned photo has a small family of identical men of various ages. Each of them wears a uniform for "Alexandre Wetworks." Weird.
There is no one in the office, but there is a large door in the wall behind the desk which probably leads to the rest of the factory. It's big enough for Thint, which is a bit of a surprise.
"You can have some pizza, but don't touch anything." Comes the voice from behind the door. "I'll be there in a jiff."
Thint doesn’t eat the pizza, but does wait for whoever, or whatever, is the source of the voice.
The office is relatively bare, with nothing of note other than a hot Hawaiian-style pizza and a family photo on the table. The sepia-toned photo has a small family of identical men of various ages. Each of them wears a uniform for "Alexandre Wetworks." Weird.
There is no one in the office, but there is a large door in the wall behind the desk which probably leads to the rest of the factory. It's big enough for Thint, which is a bit of a surprise.
"You can have some pizza, but don't touch anything." Comes the voice from behind the door. "I'll be there in a jiff."
Thint doesn’t eat the pizza, but does wait for whoever, or whatever, is the source of the voice.
A huge, hulking gnoll walks into the room. He's about the size of Thint and probably weighs significantly more. He seems to be stitched together in several places, and wears a stained, yellow uniform not unlike the ones shown in the photo, although it reads "Alexandre Meat Kings." He also wears a crown made of old, bloody newspaper. He sits down in his chair and straightens the photo.
"Ar'right, what's this all about?"
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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.
Water runs in serpentine rivulets down his full, red-orange-yellow beard. He takes a hearty bite of the apple he won, chews it, and then responds, “You have a magnificent barrel of them, my friend. Tell me, what is your name?”
"Oh thank you very much! As for my name... ugh, it's just been so long since I ever used it. Can't recall! Feel free to name me, I guess!"
"Hm, a naming isn't something that is to be done lightly. I'll have to think on it. What sort of enterprise do you have here with your barrel of apples?"
"Just a simple game, really. Although... if you cheat, I snap at you." He smiles, revealing rows of sharp, needle-like teeth. "And if I can tell you're evil, wellll, I might try to drown you. But that's only if a person were to cheat. I'd say it's quite fair. Especially if I have to live out my existence as an undead fae whatchamacallit... I'm not entirely sure what I am."
He seems to give off the same vibe as a sphinx does with their riddles. Very extreme. But rule-following.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
The office is relatively bare, with nothing of note other than a hot Hawaiian-style pizza and a family photo on the table. The sepia-toned photo has a small family of identical men of various ages. Each of them wears a uniform for "Alexandre Wetworks." Weird.
There is no one in the office, but there is a large door in the wall behind the desk which probably leads to the rest of the factory. It's big enough for Thint, which is a bit of a surprise.
"You can have some pizza, but don't touch anything." Comes the voice from behind the door. "I'll be there in a jiff."
Thint doesn’t eat the pizza, but does wait for whoever, or whatever, is the source of the voice.
A huge, hulking gnoll walks into the room. He's about the size of Thint and probably weighs significantly more. He seems to be stitched together in several places, and wears a stained, yellow uniform not unlike the ones shown in the photo, although it reads "Alexandre Meat Kings." He also wears a crown made of old, bloody newspaper. He sits down in his chair and straightens the photo.
"Ar'right, what's this all about?"
*just to be clear, Thint is an ancient dragon, so that would be an extremely large Gnoll* Thint observes them for a second. “What kind of meat do you use?”
the grim rests in the graveyard, and the ghosts mill around quietly. A rathe dazed felicity sits in her grave
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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 office is relatively bare, with nothing of note other than a hot Hawaiian-style pizza and a family photo on the table. The sepia-toned photo has a small family of identical men of various ages. Each of them wears a uniform for "Alexandre Wetworks." Weird.
There is no one in the office, but there is a large door in the wall behind the desk which probably leads to the rest of the factory. It's big enough for Thint, which is a bit of a surprise.
"You can have some pizza, but don't touch anything." Comes the voice from behind the door. "I'll be there in a jiff."
Thint doesn’t eat the pizza, but does wait for whoever, or whatever, is the source of the voice.
A huge, hulking gnoll walks into the room. He's about the size of Thint and probably weighs significantly more. He seems to be stitched together in several places, and wears a stained, yellow uniform not unlike the ones shown in the photo, although it reads "Alexandre Meat Kings." He also wears a crown made of old, bloody newspaper. He sits down in his chair and straightens the photo.
"Ar'right, what's this all about?"
*just to be clear, Thint is an ancient dragon, so that would be an extremely large Gnoll* Thint observes them for a second. “What kind of meat do you use?”
*Ah. It is a very large gnoll, but not that large.*
He doesn't say anything for a while. "I don't know. I think only the Alexandre family does. You know, the Meat Kings. No one's seen them for decades, so..."
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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.
The office is relatively bare, with nothing of note other than a hot Hawaiian-style pizza and a family photo on the table. The sepia-toned photo has a small family of identical men of various ages. Each of them wears a uniform for "Alexandre Wetworks." Weird.
There is no one in the office, but there is a large door in the wall behind the desk which probably leads to the rest of the factory. It's big enough for Thint, which is a bit of a surprise.
"You can have some pizza, but don't touch anything." Comes the voice from behind the door. "I'll be there in a jiff."
Thint doesn’t eat the pizza, but does wait for whoever, or whatever, is the source of the voice.
A huge, hulking gnoll walks into the room. He's about the size of Thint and probably weighs significantly more. He seems to be stitched together in several places, and wears a stained, yellow uniform not unlike the ones shown in the photo, although it reads "Alexandre Meat Kings." He also wears a crown made of old, bloody newspaper. He sits down in his chair and straightens the photo.
"Ar'right, what's this all about?"
*just to be clear, Thint is an ancient dragon, so that would be an extremely large Gnoll* Thint observes them for a second. “What kind of meat do you use?”
*Ah. It is a very large gnoll, but not that large.*
He doesn't say anything for a while. "I don't know. I think only the Alexandre family does. You know, the Meat Kings. No one's seen them for decades, so..."
“Hmm. And could it be possible that they are dead?”
*Ah. It is a very large gnoll, but not that large.*
He doesn't say anything for a while. "I don't know. I think only the Alexandre family does. You know, the Meat Kings. No one's seen them for decades, so..."
“Hmm. And could it be possible that they are dead?”
"I doubt it. Someone has to run the company, and the up-highs are pretty vocal about the nepotism going on."
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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.
*Ah. It is a very large gnoll, but not that large.*
He doesn't say anything for a while. "I don't know. I think only the Alexandre family does. You know, the Meat Kings. No one's seen them for decades, so..."
“Hmm. And could it be possible that they are dead?”
"I doubt it. Someone has to run the company, and the up-highs are pretty vocal about the nepotism going on."
“Interesting. What about the pit full of trucks outside?”
*Ah. It is a very large gnoll, but not that large.*
He doesn't say anything for a while. "I don't know. I think only the Alexandre family does. You know, the Meat Kings. No one's seen them for decades, so..."
“Hmm. And could it be possible that they are dead?”
"I doubt it. Someone has to run the company, and the up-highs are pretty vocal about the nepotism going on."
“Interesting. What about the pit full of trucks outside?”
He starts eating a slice of pizza. "Oh yeah. Those get recycled. The drivers are animated animal carcasses or something, and it's easier than explaining parking to them."
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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.
Water runs in serpentine rivulets down his full, red-orange-yellow beard. He takes a hearty bite of the apple he won, chews it, and then responds, “You have a magnificent barrel of them, my friend. Tell me, what is your name?”
"Oh thank you very much! As for my name... ugh, it's just been so long since I ever used it. Can't recall! Feel free to name me, I guess!"
"Hm, a naming isn't something that is to be done lightly. I'll have to think on it. What sort of enterprise do you have here with your barrel of apples?"
"Just a simple game, really. Although... if you cheat, I snap at you." He smiles, revealing rows of sharp, needle-like teeth. "And if I can tell you're evil, wellll, I might try to drown you. But that's only if a person were to cheat. I'd say it's quite fair. Especially if I have to live out my existence as an undead fae whatchamacallit... I'm not entirely sure what I am."
He seems to give off the same vibe as a sphinx does with their riddles. Very extreme. But rule-following.
He smiles, “You’d be surprised by how many people are just as confused as you. I very much like your game.”
Thint the dragon observes this truck before taking flight and following it.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
Whoever has been sealed inside either doesn't notice or doesn't care that a dragon is following it.
After completing its rounds, which take it all over the country, it drives out to a strange and ancient-looking building. It's like something between an antediluvian monument, a Gothic cathedral, and a modern factory. The truck drives into a nearby pit, falling onto a landfill of trucks. There is a horrible noise as everything in the pit sinks down, the sounds of flesh and metal being rent apart.
The factory comes to life, smoke pouring out the ornate stone tubes on the top.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Thint observes this with a blank expression and goes to the presumably main entrance, knocking thrice with her long and thin clawed hand.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
The door drifts open from the impact, revealing the interior. There are no workers to be seen, but every machine has some sort of anthropomorphization. Mechanical arms with humanoid hands, sensors shaped like eyes, doors with teeth and lips. There are motivational posters on all the walls, ancient, blood-splattered, and torn. It's still unclear where the meat is coming from, but it seems to be already processed by the time this gore-soaked cannery gets its unnervingly detailed stone hands on it.
Thint hears something overhead, and when she looks up she sees that there is a metal catwalk hanging from the ceiling, designed so that the owner could see the entire factory without having to go down to interact with the workers. It's in disrepair, but not enough to creak on its own. It ends at a little office attached to the wall. From what Thint saw from the outside, this is not the full factory.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Thint rises up to the catwalk and knocks on the office door. She sends a psionic message all throughout the facility. ‘Hello?’
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
The entire factory slows down for a split second. Something large and heavy shuffles behind the door. "Come on in. I'll be a minute..." comes a deep, rumbling voice.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Thint opens the door and lowers her head to peer in with one eye.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
The office is relatively bare, with nothing of note other than a hot Hawaiian-style pizza and a family photo on the table. The sepia-toned photo has a small family of identical men of various ages. Each of them wears a uniform for "Alexandre Wetworks." Weird.
There is no one in the office, but there is a large door in the wall behind the desk which probably leads to the rest of the factory. It's big enough for Thint, which is a bit of a surprise.
"You can have some pizza, but don't touch anything." Comes the voice from behind the door. "I'll be there in a jiff."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Thint doesn’t eat the pizza, but does wait for whoever, or whatever, is the source of the voice.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
A huge, hulking gnoll walks into the room. He's about the size of Thint and probably weighs significantly more. He seems to be stitched together in several places, and wears a stained, yellow uniform not unlike the ones shown in the photo, although it reads "Alexandre Meat Kings." He also wears a crown made of old, bloody newspaper. He sits down in his chair and straightens the photo.
"Ar'right, what's this all about?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Just a simple game, really. Although... if you cheat, I snap at you." He smiles, revealing rows of sharp, needle-like teeth. "And if I can tell you're evil, wellll, I might try to drown you. But that's only if a person were to cheat. I'd say it's quite fair. Especially if I have to live out my existence as an undead fae whatchamacallit... I'm not entirely sure what I am."
He seems to give off the same vibe as a sphinx does with their riddles. Very extreme. But rule-following.
⌜╔═════════════ The Board ══════════════╗⌝
...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
⌞╚════════════ Extended Signature ════════════╝⌟
“I’m sure you will.” He says, putting his spear back on his back. “Now, if you’ll let me pass, I have a king and his men to kill.”
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*just to be clear, Thint is an ancient dragon, so that would be an extremely large Gnoll*
Thint observes them for a second. “What kind of meat do you use?”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*helo*
the grim rests in the graveyard, and the ghosts mill around quietly. A rathe dazed felicity sits in her grave
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
*Ah. It is a very large gnoll, but not that large.*
He doesn't say anything for a while. "I don't know. I think only the Alexandre family does. You know, the Meat Kings. No one's seen them for decades, so..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Hmm. And could it be possible that they are dead?”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
"I doubt it. Someone has to run the company, and the up-highs are pretty vocal about the nepotism going on."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Interesting. What about the pit full of trucks outside?”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
He starts eating a slice of pizza. "Oh yeah. Those get recycled. The drivers are animated animal carcasses or something, and it's easier than explaining parking to them."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He smiles, “You’d be surprised by how many people are just as confused as you. I very much like your game.”