*Hundreds of tiny, seemingly insignificant smoke demons collected over a lifetime of working with flames. They allow for the creation of illusions by manipulating the sensory effects of smoke, and they can also un-burn objects and creatures, reversing destruction caused by high temperatures. Useful for fixing overcooked briskets and saving documents people assumed destroyed.*
*Hundreds of tiny, seemingly insignificant smoke demons collected over a lifetime of working with flames. They allow for the creation of illusions by manipulating the sensory effects of smoke, and they can also un-burn objects and creatures, reversing destruction caused by high temperatures. Useful for fixing overcooked briskets and saving documents people assumed destroyed.*
*Hundreds of tiny, seemingly insignificant smoke demons collected over a lifetime of working with flames. They allow for the creation of illusions by manipulating the sensory effects of smoke, and they can also un-burn objects and creatures, reversing destruction caused by high temperatures. Useful for fixing overcooked briskets and saving documents people assumed destroyed.*
*Hundreds of tiny, seemingly insignificant smoke demons collected over a lifetime of working with flames. They allow for the creation of illusions by manipulating the sensory effects of smoke, and they can also un-burn objects and creatures, reversing destruction caused by high temperatures. Useful for fixing overcooked briskets and saving documents people assumed destroyed.*
*Hundreds of tiny, seemingly insignificant smoke demons collected over a lifetime of working with flames. They allow for the creation of illusions by manipulating the sensory effects of smoke, and they can also un-burn objects and creatures, reversing destruction caused by high temperatures. Useful for fixing overcooked briskets and saving documents people assumed destroyed.*
*Hundreds of tiny, seemingly insignificant smoke demons collected over a lifetime of working with flames. They allow for the creation of illusions by manipulating the sensory effects of smoke, and they can also un-burn objects and creatures, reversing destruction caused by high temperatures. Useful for fixing overcooked briskets and saving documents people assumed destroyed.*
*Hundreds of tiny, seemingly insignificant smoke demons collected over a lifetime of working with flames. They allow for the creation of illusions by manipulating the sensory effects of smoke, and they can also un-burn objects and creatures, reversing destruction caused by high temperatures. Useful for fixing overcooked briskets and saving documents people assumed destroyed.*
*Hundreds of tiny, seemingly insignificant smoke demons collected over a lifetime of working with flames. They allow for the creation of illusions by manipulating the sensory effects of smoke, and they can also un-burn objects and creatures, reversing destruction caused by high temperatures. Useful for fixing overcooked briskets and saving documents people assumed destroyed.*
*Man I don’t know what to do here, so many ideas, I want to make something original, but I don’t know how. I will need some time.*
[No worries dude, take your time, the thread ain’t going anywhere (unless it dies overnight, please don’t let this happen lmao)]
*This thing ain’t dying until I do*l
(why do I feel like you'd make bots to keep this alive if nobody else goes on it?)
*I’m insulted that you would think I would stoop that low. I have standards, and the usage of bots in any sense is so far below them*
[Counterpoint: The use of giant Evangelion-style mechs with speakers and projectors dispatched across the globe in order to spread awareness of the thread. I'd gladly allow that lmao]
*Hundreds of tiny, seemingly insignificant smoke demons collected over a lifetime of working with flames. They allow for the creation of illusions by manipulating the sensory effects of smoke, and they can also un-burn objects and creatures, reversing destruction caused by high temperatures. Useful for fixing overcooked briskets and saving documents people assumed destroyed.*
*Man I don’t know what to do here, so many ideas, I want to make something original, but I don’t know how. I will need some time.*
[No worries dude, take your time, the thread ain’t going anywhere (unless it dies overnight, please don’t let this happen lmao)]
*This thing ain’t dying until I do*l
(why do I feel like you'd make bots to keep this alive if nobody else goes on it?)
*I’m insulted that you would think I would stoop that low. I have standards, and the usage of bots in any sense is so far below them*
[Counterpoint: The use of giant Evangelion-style mechs with speakers and projectors dispatched across the globe in order to spread awareness of the thread. I'd gladly allow that lmao]
*Hundreds of tiny, seemingly insignificant smoke demons collected over a lifetime of working with flames. They allow for the creation of illusions by manipulating the sensory effects of smoke, and they can also un-burn objects and creatures, reversing destruction caused by high temperatures. Useful for fixing overcooked briskets and saving documents people assumed destroyed.*
*Man I don’t know what to do here, so many ideas, I want to make something original, but I don’t know how. I will need some time.*
[No worries dude, take your time, the thread ain’t going anywhere (unless it dies overnight, please don’t let this happen lmao)]
*This thing ain’t dying until I do*l
(why do I feel like you'd make bots to keep this alive if nobody else goes on it?)
*I’m insulted that you would think I would stoop that low. I have standards, and the usage of bots in any sense is so far below them*
[Counterpoint: The use of giant Evangelion-style mechs with speakers and projectors dispatched across the globe in order to spread awareness of the thread. I'd gladly allow that lmao]
(I think I'd cry tears of laughter if I saw that)
[Just imagine some rural town in the middle of nowhere, somewhere super far flung that barely ever gets any visitors, and suddenly a giant titan appears yelling about threads and taverns in a language they don't understand, whilst also flashing images of examples all across the tranquil countryside, before jetting off to the next location and destroying most of the village in the process.
The village doesn't even have internet access, and nobody programmed the bot to visit there.]
*Hundreds of tiny, seemingly insignificant smoke demons collected over a lifetime of working with flames. They allow for the creation of illusions by manipulating the sensory effects of smoke, and they can also un-burn objects and creatures, reversing destruction caused by high temperatures. Useful for fixing overcooked briskets and saving documents people assumed destroyed.*
*Man I don’t know what to do here, so many ideas, I want to make something original, but I don’t know how. I will need some time.*
[No worries dude, take your time, the thread ain’t going anywhere (unless it dies overnight, please don’t let this happen lmao)]
*This thing ain’t dying until I do*l
(why do I feel like you'd make bots to keep this alive if nobody else goes on it?)
*I’m insulted that you would think I would stoop that low. I have standards, and the usage of bots in any sense is so far below them*
[Counterpoint: The use of giant Evangelion-style mechs with speakers and projectors dispatched across the globe in order to spread awareness of the thread. I'd gladly allow that lmao]
(I think I'd cry tears of laughter if I saw that)
[Just imagine some rural town in the middle of nowhere, somewhere super far flung that barely ever gets any visitors, and suddenly a giant titan appears yelling about threads and taverns in a language they don't understand, whilst also flashing images of examples all across the tranquil countryside, before jetting off to the next location and destroying most of the village in the process.
The village doesn't even have internet access, and nobody programmed the bot to visit there.]
(and then the town priest shouts that was the wrath of god or something)
A massive man in a strange suit, all decorated in bones and coal dust almost indistinguishable from his actual skin, enters through the front door, looking outright jolly despite the horrors he must have seen coming in. Other possessed folks would probably see the smoggy imps crawling all over and around him. He wears no shirt under his coat, proudly displaying his bulky form underneath. A huge cleaver hangs where most would carry a revolver, and he covers burn scars on his face with a deer skull mask under his top hat.
To sum it up, he dresses like a witch doctor and is built like a strongman, probably weighing over 350 while able to lift four times that. "Ey, Hoss, you mind if I make a dramatic entrance?" His accent is thick and southern, his tone respectful and playful in equal measure.
A massive man in a strange suit, all decorated in bones and coal dust almost indistinguishable from his actual skin, enters through the front door, looking outright jolly despite the horrors he must have seen coming in. Other possessed folks would probably see the smoggy imps crawling all over and around him. He wears no shirt under his coat, proudly displaying his bulky form underneath. A huge cleaver hangs where most would carry a revolver, and he covers burn scars on his face with a deer skull mask under his top hat.
To sum it up, he dresses like a witch doctor and is built like a strongman, probably weighing over 350 while able to lift four times that. "Ey, Hoss, you mind if I make a dramatic entrance?" His accent is thick and southern, his tone respectful and playful in equal measure.
Ned looks up and sees the massive man and says howdy you a stranger round these parts?
A massive man in a strange suit, all decorated in bones and coal dust almost indistinguishable from his actual skin, enters through the front door, looking outright jolly despite the horrors he must have seen coming in. Other possessed folks would probably see the smoggy imps crawling all over and around him. He wears no shirt under his coat, proudly displaying his bulky form underneath. A huge cleaver hangs where most would carry a revolver, and he covers burn scars on his face with a deer skull mask under his top hat.
To sum it up, he dresses like a witch doctor and is built like a strongman, probably weighing over 350 while able to lift four times that. "Ey, Hoss, you mind if I make a dramatic entrance?" His accent is thick and southern, his tone respectful and playful in equal measure.
Ned looks up and sees the massive man and says howdy you a stranger round these parts?
*Remember to use quotation marks*
"Yessir. I heard a lot about this place, and I thought my skills would do some good."
A massive man in a strange suit, all decorated in bones and coal dust almost indistinguishable from his actual skin, enters through the front door, looking outright jolly despite the horrors he must have seen coming in. Other possessed folks would probably see the smoggy imps crawling all over and around him. He wears no shirt under his coat, proudly displaying his bulky form underneath. A huge cleaver hangs where most would carry a revolver, and he covers burn scars on his face with a deer skull mask under his top hat.
To sum it up, he dresses like a witch doctor and is built like a strongman, probably weighing over 350 while able to lift four times that. "Ey, Hoss, you mind if I make a dramatic entrance?" His accent is thick and southern, his tone respectful and playful in equal measure.
Ned looks up and sees the massive man and says howdy you a stranger round these parts?
*Remember to use quotation marks*
"Yessir. I heard a lot about this place, and I thought my skills would do some good."
"Ned nods and extends his hand out and says names ned flanders call me ned you should be careful around these parts stranger you never know what may lurk in the darkness"
*Yay, Wild West themed stuff.*
*You know, I've made a lot of butcher characters recently... but why stop now?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*If it ain’t broke don’t fix it*
STEEL BALL RUN!
REACHING THE LINE DONT YOU TURN BACK NOW!
WE’RE GOING WEST TO EAST TO FIND THE STEEL BALL RUN!
*Instructions unclear; made a barbecue witch doctor*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Spirit Concept: Enenra*
*Hundreds of tiny, seemingly insignificant smoke demons collected over a lifetime of working with flames. They allow for the creation of illusions by manipulating the sensory effects of smoke, and they can also un-burn objects and creatures, reversing destruction caused by high temperatures. Useful for fixing overcooked briskets and saving documents people assumed destroyed.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Man I don’t know what to do here, so many ideas, I want to make something original, but I don’t know how. I will need some time.*
[That’s awesome dude I love it!]
[No worries dude, take your time, the thread ain’t going anywhere (unless it dies overnight, please don’t let this happen lmao)]
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
Sparkles: Aasimar Monk: Drakkenheim: What's In The Here And Now
Angus Ayrshire: Minotaur Celestial Sorcerer: Yawning Portal - Mad Mage
DMing A Land Of Bone And Oblivion, The Hunt for the Balowang and Surviving Tempest City!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
(I think it will last awhile man)
Extended signature
*This thing ain’t dying until I do*
STEEL BALL RUN!
REACHING THE LINE DONT YOU TURN BACK NOW!
WE’RE GOING WEST TO EAST TO FIND THE STEEL BALL RUN!
(why do I feel like you'd make bots to keep this alive if nobody else goes on it?)
Extended signature
*I’m insulted that you would think I would stoop that low. I have standards, and the usage of bots in any sense is so far below them*
STEEL BALL RUN!
REACHING THE LINE DONT YOU TURN BACK NOW!
WE’RE GOING WEST TO EAST TO FIND THE STEEL BALL RUN!
(what wouldn't be below your standards that you'd do to keep it alive?)
Extended signature
[Counterpoint: The use of giant Evangelion-style mechs with speakers and projectors dispatched across the globe in order to spread awareness of the thread. I'd gladly allow that lmao]
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
Sparkles: Aasimar Monk: Drakkenheim: What's In The Here And Now
Angus Ayrshire: Minotaur Celestial Sorcerer: Yawning Portal - Mad Mage
DMing A Land Of Bone And Oblivion, The Hunt for the Balowang and Surviving Tempest City!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
(I think I'd cry tears of laughter if I saw that)
Extended signature
[Just imagine some rural town in the middle of nowhere, somewhere super far flung that barely ever gets any visitors, and suddenly a giant titan appears yelling about threads and taverns in a language they don't understand, whilst also flashing images of examples all across the tranquil countryside, before jetting off to the next location and destroying most of the village in the process.
The village doesn't even have internet access, and nobody programmed the bot to visit there.]
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
Sparkles: Aasimar Monk: Drakkenheim: What's In The Here And Now
Angus Ayrshire: Minotaur Celestial Sorcerer: Yawning Portal - Mad Mage
DMing A Land Of Bone And Oblivion, The Hunt for the Balowang and Surviving Tempest City!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
(and then the town priest shouts that was the wrath of god or something)
Extended signature
A massive man in a strange suit, all decorated in bones and coal dust almost indistinguishable from his actual skin, enters through the front door, looking outright jolly despite the horrors he must have seen coming in. Other possessed folks would probably see the smoggy imps crawling all over and around him. He wears no shirt under his coat, proudly displaying his bulky form underneath. A huge cleaver hangs where most would carry a revolver, and he covers burn scars on his face with a deer skull mask under his top hat.
To sum it up, he dresses like a witch doctor and is built like a strongman, probably weighing over 350 while able to lift four times that. "Ey, Hoss, you mind if I make a dramatic entrance?" His accent is thick and southern, his tone respectful and playful in equal measure.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Ned looks up and sees the massive man and says howdy you a stranger round these parts?
Extended signature
*Remember to use quotation marks*
"Yessir. I heard a lot about this place, and I thought my skills would do some good."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Ned nods and extends his hand out and says names ned flanders call me ned you should be careful around these parts stranger you never know what may lurk in the darkness"
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