A young man enters the facility, looking a combination of annoyed and bored. He wears a black NASA hoodie with the hood up, only partially zipped up, so you can see an old looking Flash tee shirt underneath. He has grey eyes, which only add to his miffed look.
This is Zagreus Monteleo, code name: Slow-Mo. His anomalous trait is that his body moves at a much faster pace than most, preforming tasks such as absorbing and processing information, reacting to stimuli, metabolic functions and even just moving at a much faster rate. This also causes him to perceive the world to move in slow motion.
Sal looks up at him. “Oh hey, people are still coming in? I thought this place was practically rotting away…”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
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Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
If I pretend my problems don’t exist and walk fast enough, they’ll eventually disappear
A young man enters the facility, looking a combination of annoyed and bored. He wears a black NASA hoodie with the hood up, only partially zipped up, so you can see an old looking Flash tee shirt underneath. He has grey eyes, which only add to his miffed look.
This is Zagreus Monteleo, code name: Slow-Mo. His anomalous trait is that his body moves at a much faster pace than most, preforming tasks such as absorbing and processing information, reacting to stimuli, metabolic functions and even just moving at a much faster rate. This also causes him to perceive the world to move in slow motion.
Sal looks up at him. “Oh hey, people are still coming in? I thought this place was practically rotting away…”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Sal gets to his feet, chuckling darkly in his low, low voice. “Literally rotting, to be honest. I’ve had to clean up a few dead bodies in my time. No new arrivals for nearly a year, no real contact from the department… empty. All quiet on the western front.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A young man enters the facility, looking a combination of annoyed and bored. He wears a black NASA hoodie with the hood up, only partially zipped up, so you can see an old looking Flash tee shirt underneath. He has grey eyes, which only add to his miffed look.
This is Zagreus Monteleo, code name: Slow-Mo. His anomalous trait is that his body moves at a much faster pace than most, preforming tasks such as absorbing and processing information, reacting to stimuli, metabolic functions and even just moving at a much faster rate. This also causes him to perceive the world to move in slow motion.
Sal looks up at him. “Oh hey, people are still coming in? I thought this place was practically rotting away…”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Sal gets to his feet, chuckling darkly in his low, low voice. “Literally rotting, to be honest. I’ve had to clean up a few dead bodies in my time. No new arrivals for nearly a year, no real contact from the department… empty. All quiet on the western front.”
“Sucks to be you I guess. Though you can’t have it that bad.”
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Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
If I pretend my problems don’t exist and walk fast enough, they’ll eventually disappear
*jo could we not with the bodies? this is just, like, a small timeskip. Same year, just christmastime*
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3 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
A young man enters the facility, looking a combination of annoyed and bored. He wears a black NASA hoodie with the hood up, only partially zipped up, so you can see an old looking Flash tee shirt underneath. He has grey eyes, which only add to his miffed look.
This is Zagreus Monteleo, code name: Slow-Mo. His anomalous trait is that his body moves at a much faster pace than most, preforming tasks such as absorbing and processing information, reacting to stimuli, metabolic functions and even just moving at a much faster rate. This also causes him to perceive the world to move in slow motion.
Sal looks up at him. “Oh hey, people are still coming in? I thought this place was practically rotting away…”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Sal gets to his feet, chuckling darkly in his low, low voice. “Literally rotting, to be honest. I’ve had to clean up a few dead bodies in my time. No new arrivals for nearly a year, no real contact from the department… empty. All quiet on the western front.”
“Sucks to be you I guess. Though you can’t have it that bad.”
“No, I guess so. Who’re you then?”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*jo could we not with the bodies? this is just, like, a small timeskip. Same year, just christmastime*
*i meant in reference to the people who died in the original dao in general*
*oh yeah you're right.... I think I blocked that out*
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3 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
A young man enters the facility, looking a combination of annoyed and bored. He wears a black NASA hoodie with the hood up, only partially zipped up, so you can see an old looking Flash tee shirt underneath. He has grey eyes, which only add to his miffed look.
This is Zagreus Monteleo, code name: Slow-Mo. His anomalous trait is that his body moves at a much faster pace than most, preforming tasks such as absorbing and processing information, reacting to stimuli, metabolic functions and even just moving at a much faster rate. This also causes him to perceive the world to move in slow motion.
Sal looks up at him. “Oh hey, people are still coming in? I thought this place was practically rotting away…”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Sal gets to his feet, chuckling darkly in his low, low voice. “Literally rotting, to be honest. I’ve had to clean up a few dead bodies in my time. No new arrivals for nearly a year, no real contact from the department… empty. All quiet on the western front.”
“Sucks to be you I guess. Though you can’t have it that bad.”
“No, I guess so. Who’re you then?”
“Zagreus Monteleo. Most people just call me Zag. How about you.”
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Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
If I pretend my problems don’t exist and walk fast enough, they’ll eventually disappear
A young man enters the facility, looking a combination of annoyed and bored. He wears a black NASA hoodie with the hood up, only partially zipped up, so you can see an old looking Flash tee shirt underneath. He has grey eyes, which only add to his miffed look.
This is Zagreus Monteleo, code name: Slow-Mo. His anomalous trait is that his body moves at a much faster pace than most, preforming tasks such as absorbing and processing information, reacting to stimuli, metabolic functions and even just moving at a much faster rate. This also causes him to perceive the world to move in slow motion.
Sal looks up at him. “Oh hey, people are still coming in? I thought this place was practically rotting away…”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Sal gets to his feet, chuckling darkly in his low, low voice. “Literally rotting, to be honest. I’ve had to clean up a few dead bodies in my time. No new arrivals for nearly a year, no real contact from the department… empty. All quiet on the western front.”
“Sucks to be you I guess. Though you can’t have it that bad.”
“No, I guess so. Who’re you then?”
“Zagreus Monteleo. Most people just call me Zag. How about you.”
“Salazar. Long for Sal.” His voice almost sounds like the voice-changer that Jigsaw uses.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*new idea inspired by a real life ability I sort of have*
A new anomaly emerges from her room warily, the twin puffballs on her bobble hat flopping around with each turn of her head. She pulls her fluffy pink cardigan a little tighter and starts down the hall, her fluffy boots barely making a sound.
*meet penny, AKA softy*
if anyone is up for another rp, I'm here *btw I drew penny on the prev. page*
*rehaul, she just reacts to physical impact like she's made of cotton wool. She can drop from any height and take most hits, but it also means she has no offensive potential whatsoever*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3 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
*new idea inspired by a real life ability I sort of have*
A new anomaly emerges from her room warily, the twin puffballs on her bobble hat flopping around with each turn of her head. She pulls her fluffy pink cardigan a little tighter and starts down the hall, her fluffy boots barely making a sound.
*meet penny, AKA softy*
if anyone is up for another rp, I'm here *btw I drew penny on the prev. page*
Sal hears her footsteps at a great volume, and turns to see what’s going on.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*new idea inspired by a real life ability I sort of have*
A new anomaly emerges from her room warily, the twin puffballs on her bobble hat flopping around with each turn of her head. She pulls her fluffy pink cardigan a little tighter and starts down the hall, her fluffy boots barely making a sound.
*meet penny, AKA softy*
if anyone is up for another rp, I'm here *btw I drew penny on the prev. page*
Sal hears her footsteps at a great volume, and turns to see what’s going on.
She sees sal and waves.
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3 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
*new idea inspired by a real life ability I sort of have*
A new anomaly emerges from her room warily, the twin puffballs on her bobble hat flopping around with each turn of her head. She pulls her fluffy pink cardigan a little tighter and starts down the hall, her fluffy boots barely making a sound.
*meet penny, AKA softy*
if anyone is up for another rp, I'm here *btw I drew penny on the prev. page*
Sal hears her footsteps at a great volume, and turns to see what’s going on.
She sees sal and waves.
“Hola.” He says to her, taking a carrot out of his pocket.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A young man enters the facility, looking a combination of annoyed and bored. He wears a black NASA hoodie with the hood up, only partially zipped up, so you can see an old looking Flash tee shirt underneath. He has grey eyes, which only add to his miffed look.
This is Zagreus Monteleo, code name: Slow-Mo. His anomalous trait is that his body moves at a much faster pace than most, preforming tasks such as absorbing and processing information, reacting to stimuli, metabolic functions and even just moving at a much faster rate. This also causes him to perceive the world to move in slow motion.
Sal looks up at him. “Oh hey, people are still coming in? I thought this place was practically rotting away…”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Sal gets to his feet, chuckling darkly in his low, low voice. “Literally rotting, to be honest. I’ve had to clean up a few dead bodies in my time. No new arrivals for nearly a year, no real contact from the department… empty. All quiet on the western front.”
“Sucks to be you I guess. Though you can’t have it that bad.”
“No, I guess so. Who’re you then?”
“Zagreus Monteleo. Most people just call me Zag. How about you.”
“Salazar. Long for Sal.” His voice almost sounds like the voice-changer that Jigsaw uses.
“That got a meaning?”
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Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
If I pretend my problems don’t exist and walk fast enough, they’ll eventually disappear
*new idea inspired by a real life ability I sort of have*
A new anomaly emerges from her room warily, the twin puffballs on her bobble hat flopping around with each turn of her head. She pulls her fluffy pink cardigan a little tighter and starts down the hall, her fluffy boots barely making a sound.
*meet penny, AKA softy*
if anyone is up for another rp, I'm here *btw I drew penny on the prev. page*
Sal hears her footsteps at a great volume, and turns to see what’s going on.
She sees sal and waves.
“Hola.” He says to her, taking a carrot out of his pocket.
"Hi there!" she gives a big friendly smile.
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3 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
A young man enters the facility, looking a combination of annoyed and bored. He wears a black NASA hoodie with the hood up, only partially zipped up, so you can see an old looking Flash tee shirt underneath. He has grey eyes, which only add to his miffed look.
This is Zagreus Monteleo, code name: Slow-Mo. His anomalous trait is that his body moves at a much faster pace than most, preforming tasks such as absorbing and processing information, reacting to stimuli, metabolic functions and even just moving at a much faster rate. This also causes him to perceive the world to move in slow motion.
Sal looks up at him. “Oh hey, people are still coming in? I thought this place was practically rotting away…”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Sal gets to his feet, chuckling darkly in his low, low voice. “Literally rotting, to be honest. I’ve had to clean up a few dead bodies in my time. No new arrivals for nearly a year, no real contact from the department… empty. All quiet on the western front.”
“Sucks to be you I guess. Though you can’t have it that bad.”
“No, I guess so. Who’re you then?”
“Zagreus Monteleo. Most people just call me Zag. How about you.”
“Salazar. Long for Sal.” His voice almost sounds like the voice-changer that Jigsaw uses.
“That got a meaning?”
“Probably. But how would I know? I dropped out of eighth grade.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*new idea inspired by a real life ability I sort of have*
A new anomaly emerges from her room warily, the twin puffballs on her bobble hat flopping around with each turn of her head. She pulls her fluffy pink cardigan a little tighter and starts down the hall, her fluffy boots barely making a sound.
*meet penny, AKA softy*
if anyone is up for another rp, I'm here *btw I drew penny on the prev. page*
Sal hears her footsteps at a great volume, and turns to see what’s going on.
She sees sal and waves.
“Hola.” He says to her, taking a carrot out of his pocket.
"Hi there!" she gives a big friendly smile.
“Who’re you?”
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A young man enters the facility, looking a combination of annoyed and bored. He wears a black NASA hoodie with the hood up, only partially zipped up, so you can see an old looking Flash tee shirt underneath. He has grey eyes, which only add to his miffed look.
This is Zagreus Monteleo, code name: Slow-Mo. His anomalous trait is that his body moves at a much faster pace than most, preforming tasks such as absorbing and processing information, reacting to stimuli, metabolic functions and even just moving at a much faster rate. This also causes him to perceive the world to move in slow motion.
Sal looks up at him. “Oh hey, people are still coming in? I thought this place was practically rotting away…”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Sal gets to his feet, chuckling darkly in his low, low voice. “Literally rotting, to be honest. I’ve had to clean up a few dead bodies in my time. No new arrivals for nearly a year, no real contact from the department… empty. All quiet on the western front.”
“Sucks to be you I guess. Though you can’t have it that bad.”
“No, I guess so. Who’re you then?”
“Zagreus Monteleo. Most people just call me Zag. How about you.”
“Salazar. Long for Sal.” His voice almost sounds like the voice-changer that Jigsaw uses.
“That got a meaning?”
“Probably. But how would I know? I dropped out of eighth grade.”
“That’s just sad. You seriously only have an 8th grade education?”
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Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
If I pretend my problems don’t exist and walk fast enough, they’ll eventually disappear
A young man enters the facility, looking a combination of annoyed and bored. He wears a black NASA hoodie with the hood up, only partially zipped up, so you can see an old looking Flash tee shirt underneath. He has grey eyes, which only add to his miffed look.
This is Zagreus Monteleo, code name: Slow-Mo. His anomalous trait is that his body moves at a much faster pace than most, preforming tasks such as absorbing and processing information, reacting to stimuli, metabolic functions and even just moving at a much faster rate. This also causes him to perceive the world to move in slow motion.
Sal looks up at him. “Oh hey, people are still coming in? I thought this place was practically rotting away…”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Sal gets to his feet, chuckling darkly in his low, low voice. “Literally rotting, to be honest. I’ve had to clean up a few dead bodies in my time. No new arrivals for nearly a year, no real contact from the department… empty. All quiet on the western front.”
“Sucks to be you I guess. Though you can’t have it that bad.”
“No, I guess so. Who’re you then?”
“Zagreus Monteleo. Most people just call me Zag. How about you.”
“Salazar. Long for Sal.” His voice almost sounds like the voice-changer that Jigsaw uses.
“That got a meaning?”
“Probably. But how would I know? I dropped out of eighth grade.”
“That’s just sad. You seriously only have an 8th grade education?”
“Never needed more.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
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“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
If I pretend my problems don’t exist and walk fast enough, they’ll eventually disappear
Sal gets to his feet, chuckling darkly in his low, low voice. “Literally rotting, to be honest. I’ve had to clean up a few dead bodies in my time. No new arrivals for nearly a year, no real contact from the department… empty. All quiet on the western front.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Sucks to be you I guess. Though you can’t have it that bad.”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
If I pretend my problems don’t exist and walk fast enough, they’ll eventually disappear
*jo could we not with the bodies? this is just, like, a small timeskip. Same year, just christmastime*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
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 meant in reference to the people who died in the original dao in general*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“No, I guess so. Who’re you then?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*oh yeah you're right.... I think I blocked that out*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
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 just forgot the individual people tbh*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Zagreus Monteleo. Most people just call me Zag. How about you.”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
If I pretend my problems don’t exist and walk fast enough, they’ll eventually disappear
“Salazar. Long for Sal.” His voice almost sounds like the voice-changer that Jigsaw uses.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
if anyone is up for another rp, I'm here
*btw I drew penny on the prev. page*
*rehaul, she just reacts to physical impact like she's made of cotton wool. She can drop from any height and take most hits, but it also means she has no offensive potential whatsoever*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
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
Sal hears her footsteps at a great volume, and turns to see what’s going on.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
She sees sal and waves.
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
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
“Hola.” He says to her, taking a carrot out of his pocket.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“That got a meaning?”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
If I pretend my problems don’t exist and walk fast enough, they’ll eventually disappear
"Hi there!" she gives a big friendly smile.
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
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
“Probably. But how would I know? I dropped out of eighth grade.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Who’re you?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“That’s just sad. You seriously only have an 8th grade education?”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
If I pretend my problems don’t exist and walk fast enough, they’ll eventually disappear
“Never needed more.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.