The ring flies off the zombie’s finger and aggressively bounces against the winter ghost’s hand.
Their cloak turns to the ring, one of their icy hands slowly coming to try and grab it, attempting to return it to the zombie's finger.
As soon as they make contact with the ring, a voice resounds in their head. “-trying to communicate! The vocal cords of this body are long gone and my consciousness is split!”
He processes the words, before putting the ring on his ring finger, the ice retracting to keep it from freezing over "Are... you... okay?"
“That body is so inefficient and I haven’t spoken to anyone in ages.”
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I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
The wraith is being the creepy-aß neutral boi he is, standing on top of a tower somewhere.
Gilgamesh, flying over to Squelp, notices the wraith. It perches next to the wraith, and lightly nudges it to make sure it's not about to embarrass itself taking to a statue.
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Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
An old man wanders the streets. He wears a black 3-piece suit and black bowler hat, walking with a simple wooden cane. He seems not to be human, but not fully a spirit either. His entire existence seems ancient, yet not all that imposing.
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
Quote from Shiverquill>Shiver, on the other hand, is marching the streets with his small band of minions. Already he's starting to show signs of his strength growing. With over half of a regular ghost's spiritual power now absorbed into himself, his subpar strengths and ability have now caught up to the likes of Alablanca, seeing as her strengths are far more cut and dry, and set her above the rest when it comes to any ordinary ghosts. His skin has grown slightly paler, and his features have grown ever so slightly longer. The beginnings of icicles are starting to form below his chin and ears, and the pack of Frost Zombies behind him is causing quite the rabble, staring through windows and trying to sniff out more prey. The static intercom voice tells them 'Now now, let's keep in check. Your numbers are too few for me to send you off to recruit on your own. The time will come...'
Squelp is quite tired of waiting, and calls out loudly to Gilgamesh.
Squelp finally just leaves, seeing as nobody is coming to help it. It stealthily grabs one of Shiver's 'passengers' as it leaves, hindering the ghost at least a little.
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Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
The ring flies off the zombie’s finger and aggressively bounces against the winter ghost’s hand.
Their cloak turns to the ring, one of their icy hands slowly coming to try and grab it, attempting to return it to the zombie's finger.
As soon as they make contact with the ring, a voice resounds in their head. “-trying to communicate! The vocal cords of this body are long gone and my consciousness is split!”
He processes the words, before putting the ring on his ring finger, the ice retracting to keep it from freezing over "Are... you... okay?"
“That body is so inefficient and I haven’t spoken to anyone in ages.”
"You... wanted... to speak... to me?" They say, the cloak tilting, the void lapping like ocean waves.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
scurvy dave's ship pulls up and stops in front of a waterfront bar. open, but empty at this hour, on this day.
"lets go!"
the ghostly pirates use ropes to climb off the ship, and phase through the front wall of the bar.
scurvy Dave rests a hand on his spectral cutlass.
"yer drinks, or yer life!"
various sheet ghost crewmates draw various weapons.
A large crossbow bolt (silvered, of course) flies less than an inch over the head of Scurvy Dave. The barkeep, an extremely muscular human, menacingly looks at them holding a heavy crossbow almost as big as he is. "Get. Out. Of. My. Bar. It's closed."
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Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
An old man wanders the streets. He wears a black 3-piece suit and black bowler hat, walking with a simple wooden cane. He seems not to be human, but not fully a spirit either. His entire existence seems ancient, yet not all that imposing.
*THE WONDER OF U!!! The Spirit of Calamity has arrived.*
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
The ring flies off the zombie’s finger and aggressively bounces against the winter ghost’s hand.
Their cloak turns to the ring, one of their icy hands slowly coming to try and grab it, attempting to return it to the zombie's finger.
As soon as they make contact with the ring, a voice resounds in their head. “-trying to communicate! The vocal cords of this body are long gone and my consciousness is split!”
He processes the words, before putting the ring on his ring finger, the ice retracting to keep it from freezing over "Are... you... okay?"
“That body is so inefficient and I haven’t spoken to anyone in ages.”
"You... wanted... to speak... to me?" They say, the cloak tilting, the void lapping like ocean waves.
“I wanted to speak at all outside of the ring’s echo chamber.”
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I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
The ring flies off the zombie’s finger and aggressively bounces against the winter ghost’s hand.
Their cloak turns to the ring, one of their icy hands slowly coming to try and grab it, attempting to return it to the zombie's finger.
As soon as they make contact with the ring, a voice resounds in their head. “-trying to communicate! The vocal cords of this body are long gone and my consciousness is split!”
He processes the words, before putting the ring on his ring finger, the ice retracting to keep it from freezing over "Are... you... okay?"
“That body is so inefficient and I haven’t spoken to anyone in ages.”
"You... wanted... to speak... to me?" They say, the cloak tilting, the void lapping like ocean waves.
“I wanted to speak at all outside of the ring’s echo chamber.”
The cloak nods "What... do you... wish to... speak about?" The air losing that cold quality with time.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
In one hand she holds a lantern with a glowing, beating heart inside of it, in the other an oversized cigar on an even larger holder, as if a fancy lady from the 1920s wanted to bludgeon people. On her back is a massive axe of living meat and fat, decorated in gold and blood-red ribbons, matching the breastplate and flamboyant clothing wrapped around her own overlarge frame.
The golden boar woman is massive, standing at about 11 feet and built like an ogre. She moves a ringed trotter to her face, takes a drag from her white-hot cigar, and blows out some multicolored smoke into the crisp winter air. She then places the lantern into her striped tophat and moves her hand in a commanding gesture, causing the snow in the park to melt as carnival tents begin to set themselves up, similar heart lanterns casting a red glow over the encampment of debauchery.
Any vice can be indulged here, assuming no one gets... well, as long as everyone consents to getting hurt. The ringmaster nods and makes her way toward the tavern as various carnival demons appear from the tents to hawk and advertise, kept warm by the molten fat pumping underneath their feet and the hot light from the lanterns.
Everyone stand aside. The Fair Lady has arrived.
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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.
In one hand she holds a lantern with a glowing, beating heart inside of it, in the other an oversized cigar on an even larger holder, as if a fancy lady from the 1920s wanted to bludgeon people. On her back is a massive axe of living meat and fat, decorated in gold and blood-red ribbons, matching the breastplate and flamboyant clothing wrapped around her own overlarge frame.
The golden boar woman is massive, standing at about 11 feet and built like an ogre. She moves a ringed trotter to her face, takes a drag from her white-hot cigar, and blows out some multicolored smoke into the crisp winter air. She then places the lantern into her striped tophat and moves her hand in a commanding gesture, causing the snow in the park to melt as carnival tents begin to set themselves up, similar heart lanterns casting a red glow over the encampment of debauchery.
Any vice can be indulged here, assuming no one gets... well, as long as everyone consents to getting hurt. The ringmaster nods and makes her way toward the tavern as various carnival demons appear from the tents to hawk and advertise, kept warm by the molten fat pumping underneath their feet and the hot light from the lanterns.
Everyone stand aside. The Fair Lady has arrived.
*Ah, a beast in both aspects. Fabulous. I'll definitely interact a little bit later if that's cool with you.*
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
The ring flies off the zombie’s finger and aggressively bounces against the winter ghost’s hand.
Their cloak turns to the ring, one of their icy hands slowly coming to try and grab it, attempting to return it to the zombie's finger.
As soon as they make contact with the ring, a voice resounds in their head. “-trying to communicate! The vocal cords of this body are long gone and my consciousness is split!”
He processes the words, before putting the ring on his ring finger, the ice retracting to keep it from freezing over "Are... you... okay?"
“That body is so inefficient and I haven’t spoken to anyone in ages.”
"You... wanted... to speak... to me?" They say, the cloak tilting, the void lapping like ocean waves.
“I wanted to speak at all outside of the ring’s echo chamber.”
The cloak nods "What... do you... wish to... speak about?" The air losing that cold quality with time.
“Anything! Anything but flowers! Why is the air around you cold?”
In one hand she holds a lantern with a glowing, beating heart inside of it, in the other an oversized cigar on an even larger holder, as if a fancy lady from the 1920s wanted to bludgeon people. On her back is a massive axe of living meat and fat, decorated in gold and blood-red ribbons, matching the breastplate and flamboyant clothing wrapped around her own overlarge frame.
The golden boar woman is massive, standing at about 11 feet and built like an ogre. She moves a ringed trotter to her face, takes a drag from her white-hot cigar, and blows out some multicolored smoke into the crisp winter air. She then places the lantern into her striped tophat and moves her hand in a commanding gesture, causing the snow in the park to melt as carnival tents begin to set themselves up, similar heart lanterns casting a red glow over the encampment of debauchery.
Any vice can be indulged here, assuming no one gets... well, as long as everyone consents to getting hurt. The ringmaster nods and makes her way toward the tavern as various carnival demons appear from the tents to hawk and advertise, kept warm by the molten fat pumping underneath their feet and the hot light from the lanterns.
Everyone stand aside. The Fair Lady has arrived.
*Ah, a beast in both aspects. Fabulous. I'll definitely interact a little bit later if that's cool with you.*
*I would love it if you would, but take your time, boyo.*
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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 ring flies off the zombie’s finger and aggressively bounces against the winter ghost’s hand.
Their cloak turns to the ring, one of their icy hands slowly coming to try and grab it, attempting to return it to the zombie's finger.
As soon as they make contact with the ring, a voice resounds in their head. “-trying to communicate! The vocal cords of this body are long gone and my consciousness is split!”
He processes the words, before putting the ring on his ring finger, the ice retracting to keep it from freezing over "Are... you... okay?"
“That body is so inefficient and I haven’t spoken to anyone in ages.”
"You... wanted... to speak... to me?" They say, the cloak tilting, the void lapping like ocean waves.
“I wanted to speak at all outside of the ring’s echo chamber.”
The cloak nods "What... do you... wish to... speak about?" The air losing that cold quality with time.
“Anything! Anything but flowers! Why is the air around you cold?”
"Frozen... broken... left me... like this." They hold the zombie's hand, remaining on the frozen water.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
In one hand she holds a lantern with a glowing, beating heart inside of it, in the other an oversized cigar on an even larger holder, as if a fancy lady from the 1920s wanted to bludgeon people. On her back is a massive axe of living meat and fat, decorated in gold and blood-red ribbons, matching the breastplate and flamboyant clothing wrapped around her own overlarge frame.
The golden boar woman is massive, standing at about 11 feet and built like an ogre. She moves a ringed trotter to her face, takes a drag from her white-hot cigar, and blows out some multicolored smoke into the crisp winter air. She then places the lantern into her striped tophat and moves her hand in a commanding gesture, causing the snow in the park to melt as carnival tents begin to set themselves up, similar heart lanterns casting a red glow over the encampment of debauchery.
Any vice can be indulged here, assuming no one gets... well, as long as everyone consents to getting hurt. The ringmaster nods and makes her way toward the tavern as various carnival demons appear from the tents to hawk and advertise, kept warm by the molten fat pumping underneath their feet and the hot light from the lanterns.
Everyone stand aside. The Fair Lady has arrived.
The old man watches 'Ah, a carnival. I haven't been to one in ages."
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
In one hand she holds a lantern with a glowing, beating heart inside of it, in the other an oversized cigar on an even larger holder, as if a fancy lady from the 1920s wanted to bludgeon people. On her back is a massive axe of living meat and fat, decorated in gold and blood-red ribbons, matching the breastplate and flamboyant clothing wrapped around her own overlarge frame.
The golden boar woman is massive, standing at about 11 feet and built like an ogre. She moves a ringed trotter to her face, takes a drag from her white-hot cigar, and blows out some multicolored smoke into the crisp winter air. She then places the lantern into her striped tophat and moves her hand in a commanding gesture, causing the snow in the park to melt as carnival tents begin to set themselves up, similar heart lanterns casting a red glow over the encampment of debauchery.
Any vice can be indulged here, assuming no one gets... well, as long as everyone consents to getting hurt. The ringmaster nods and makes her way toward the tavern as various carnival demons appear from the tents to hawk and advertise, kept warm by the molten fat pumping underneath their feet and the hot light from the lanterns.
Everyone stand aside. The Fair Lady has arrived.
Walter is sitting on a bench nearby, his legs crossed, one gloved hand rhythmically tapping his leg, smoking another cigarette for himself to calm his nerves. The mist around him spinning and swirling softly, his small circular glasses at the edge of his nose. He notices the new arrival, looking at them, a soft smile making its way into his face, the strings around the area coming back to his fingers as to not cut her on her approach. Extinguishing the cigarette politely.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
A spectral, mouthless, glowing black entity with pure white eyes, medium hair (of the same colour and texture of it's skin), a pretty nice hat, and a victorian corset looking robe floats in a corner, with a phone.
In one hand she holds a lantern with a glowing, beating heart inside of it, in the other an oversized cigar on an even larger holder, as if a fancy lady from the 1920s wanted to bludgeon people. On her back is a massive axe of living meat and fat, decorated in gold and blood-red ribbons, matching the breastplate and flamboyant clothing wrapped around her own overlarge frame.
The golden boar woman is massive, standing at about 11 feet and built like an ogre. She moves a ringed trotter to her face, takes a drag from her white-hot cigar, and blows out some multicolored smoke into the crisp winter air. She then places the lantern into her striped tophat and moves her hand in a commanding gesture, causing the snow in the park to melt as carnival tents begin to set themselves up, similar heart lanterns casting a red glow over the encampment of debauchery.
Any vice can be indulged here, assuming no one gets... well, as long as everyone consents to getting hurt. The ringmaster nods and makes her way toward the coffee shop as various carnival demons appear from the tents to hawk and advertise, kept warm by the molten fat pumping underneath their feet and the hot light from the lanterns.
Everyone stand aside. The Fair Lady has arrived.
The old man watches 'Ah, a carnival. I haven't been to one in ages."
A large, blubbery, golden claw is placed on his shoulder. "This is no regular carnival! This is a wonder of Hell, pounded until it was made civil, though never could such a thing be made sane! The Hells Fair! Opulent and imperial, much like myself!"
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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 ring flies off the zombie’s finger and aggressively bounces against the winter ghost’s hand.
Their cloak turns to the ring, one of their icy hands slowly coming to try and grab it, attempting to return it to the zombie's finger.
As soon as they make contact with the ring, a voice resounds in their head. “-trying to communicate! The vocal cords of this body are long gone and my consciousness is split!”
He processes the words, before putting the ring on his ring finger, the ice retracting to keep it from freezing over "Are... you... okay?"
“That body is so inefficient and I haven’t spoken to anyone in ages.”
"You... wanted... to speak... to me?" They say, the cloak tilting, the void lapping like ocean waves.
“I wanted to speak at all outside of the ring’s echo chamber.”
The cloak nods "What... do you... wish to... speak about?" The air losing that cold quality with time.
“Anything! Anything but flowers! Why is the air around you cold?”
"Frozen... broken... left me... like this." They hold the zombie's hand, remaining on the frozen water.
“I’m sorry. I hope the ghosts here are kinder to you.”
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I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
“That body is so inefficient and I haven’t spoken to anyone in ages.”
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
Gilgamesh, flying over to Squelp, notices the wraith. It perches next to the wraith, and lightly nudges it to make sure it's not about to embarrass itself taking to a statue.
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
"It's like I said. I'm smarter than you."
An old man wanders the streets. He wears a black 3-piece suit and black bowler hat, walking with a simple wooden cane. He seems not to be human, but not fully a spirit either. His entire existence seems ancient, yet not all that imposing.
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
Squelp finally just leaves, seeing as nobody is coming to help it. It stealthily grabs one of Shiver's 'passengers' as it leaves, hindering the ghost at least a little.
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
"It's like I said. I'm smarter than you."
"You... wanted... to speak... to me?" They say, the cloak tilting, the void lapping like ocean waves.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
A large crossbow bolt (silvered, of course) flies less than an inch over the head of Scurvy Dave. The barkeep, an extremely muscular human, menacingly looks at them holding a heavy crossbow almost as big as he is. "Get. Out. Of. My. Bar. It's closed."
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
"It's like I said. I'm smarter than you."
*THE WONDER OF U!!! The Spirit of Calamity has arrived.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
“I wanted to speak at all outside of the ring’s echo chamber.”
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
The cloak nods "What... do you... wish to... speak about?" The air losing that cold quality with time.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
In one hand she holds a lantern with a glowing, beating heart inside of it, in the other an oversized cigar on an even larger holder, as if a fancy lady from the 1920s wanted to bludgeon people. On her back is a massive axe of living meat and fat, decorated in gold and blood-red ribbons, matching the breastplate and flamboyant clothing wrapped around her own overlarge frame.
The golden boar woman is massive, standing at about 11 feet and built like an ogre. She moves a ringed trotter to her face, takes a drag from her white-hot cigar, and blows out some multicolored smoke into the crisp winter air. She then places the lantern into her striped tophat and moves her hand in a commanding gesture, causing the snow in the park to melt as carnival tents begin to set themselves up, similar heart lanterns casting a red glow over the encampment of debauchery.
Any vice can be indulged here, assuming no one gets... well, as long as everyone consents to getting hurt. The ringmaster nods and makes her way toward the tavern as various carnival demons appear from the tents to hawk and advertise, kept warm by the molten fat pumping underneath their feet and the hot light from the lanterns.
Everyone stand aside. The Fair Lady has arrived.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Ah, a beast in both aspects. Fabulous. I'll definitely interact a little bit later if that's cool with you.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
“Anything! Anything but flowers! Why is the air around you cold?”
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
*I would love it if you would, but take your time, boyo.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Frozen... broken... left me... like this." They hold the zombie's hand, remaining on the frozen water.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
The old man watches 'Ah, a carnival. I haven't been to one in ages."
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
Walter is sitting on a bench nearby, his legs crossed, one gloved hand rhythmically tapping his leg, smoking another cigarette for himself to calm his nerves. The mist around him spinning and swirling softly, his small circular glasses at the edge of his nose. He notices the new arrival, looking at them, a soft smile making its way into his face, the strings around the area coming back to his fingers as to not cut her on her approach. Extinguishing the cigarette politely.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
A spectral, mouthless, glowing black entity with pure white eyes, medium hair (of the same colour and texture of it's skin), a pretty nice hat, and a victorian corset looking robe floats in a corner, with a phone.
"Ughhh... goddammit! I died... ughhhhh..."
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
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Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
A large, blubbery, golden claw is placed on his shoulder. "This is no regular carnival! This is a wonder of Hell, pounded until it was made civil, though never could such a thing be made sane! The Hells Fair! Opulent and imperial, much like myself!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“I’m sorry. I hope the ghosts here are kinder to you.”
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
The cloak shake "I'm... fine... now... thank you... for... your kindness."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)