His bloody knuckles drip onto the hand that clasped his wrist, his grin only growing wider, more insane looking before fading entirely “Looks like it worked, knock knock, who’s in there?”
A mechanical hiss echoes through the remnants of the box, shadows curving arond a metallic body.
His bloody knuckles drip onto the hand that clasped his wrist, his grin only growing wider, more insane looking before fading entirely “Looks like it worked, knock knock, who’s in there?”
A mechanical hiss echoes through the remnants of the box, shadows curving arond a metallic body.
He punches the box with his remaining hand “Come on out, I’m bored, do something, break my arm, tear the box apart, anything.”
Another mechanical hiss echoes throughout, machinary buzzing online, lights flashing up, revealing... something. What was once a probably beutiful work of art is now a mechanical mess, wires and pistons and bronze hastily and messily creating a vaugely humanoid shape, all covered up last minute with interlocking bars to a cage, slowly releasing, the sound of rusty metal creaking as it moves echoing outwards.
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Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
His bloody knuckles drip onto the hand that clasped his wrist, his grin only growing wider, more insane looking before fading entirely “Looks like it worked, knock knock, who’s in there?”
A mechanical hiss echoes through the remnants of the box, shadows curving arond a metallic body.
He punches the box with his remaining hand “Come on out, I’m bored, do something, break my arm, tear the box apart, anything.”
Another mechanical hiss echoes throughout, machinary buzzing online, lights flashing up, revealing... something. What was once a probably beutiful work of art is now a mechanical mess, wires and pistons and bronze hastily and messily creating a vaugely humanoid shape, all covered up last minute with interlocking bars to a cage, slowly releasing, the sound of rusty metal creaking as it moves echoing outwards.
He smiles as his hands seemingly heal back to perfect health, trying to free his hand from the robot’s hold “Hello? Anybody in there or am I just talking to a stupid machine?”
His bloody knuckles drip onto the hand that clasped his wrist, his grin only growing wider, more insane looking before fading entirely “Looks like it worked, knock knock, who’s in there?”
A mechanical hiss echoes through the remnants of the box, shadows curving arond a metallic body.
He punches the box with his remaining hand “Come on out, I’m bored, do something, break my arm, tear the box apart, anything.”
Another mechanical hiss echoes throughout, machinary buzzing online, lights flashing up, revealing... something. What was once a probably beutiful work of art is now a mechanical mess, wires and pistons and bronze hastily and messily creating a vaugely humanoid shape, all covered up last minute with interlocking bars to a cage, slowly releasing, the sound of rusty metal creaking as it moves echoing outwards.
He smiles as his hands seemingly heal back to perfect health, trying to free his hand from the robot’s hold “Hello? Anybody in there or am I just talking to a stupid machine?”
"... Hello... hello hello hello hello. I-I-I I am here."
The machine peels itself out of its cage, stumbling out of the box, wires and machinery still trailing into the box.
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Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
His bloody knuckles drip onto the hand that clasped his wrist, his grin only growing wider, more insane looking before fading entirely “Looks like it worked, knock knock, who’s in there?”
A mechanical hiss echoes through the remnants of the box, shadows curving arond a metallic body.
He punches the box with his remaining hand “Come on out, I’m bored, do something, break my arm, tear the box apart, anything.”
Another mechanical hiss echoes throughout, machinary buzzing online, lights flashing up, revealing... something. What was once a probably beutiful work of art is now a mechanical mess, wires and pistons and bronze hastily and messily creating a vaugely humanoid shape, all covered up last minute with interlocking bars to a cage, slowly releasing, the sound of rusty metal creaking as it moves echoing outwards.
He smiles as his hands seemingly heal back to perfect health, trying to free his hand from the robot’s hold “Hello? Anybody in there or am I just talking to a stupid machine?”
"... Hello... hello hello hello hello. I-I-I I am here."
The machine peels itself out of its cage, stumbling out of the box, wires and machinery still trailing into the box.
“Fantastic, somebody’s actually alive on there, or maybe the machine itself is alive. Do you need repairs? I can help, all you have to do is punch me, as hard as you possibly can.”
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
His bloody knuckles drip onto the hand that clasped his wrist, his grin only growing wider, more insane looking before fading entirely “Looks like it worked, knock knock, who’s in there?”
A mechanical hiss echoes through the remnants of the box, shadows curving arond a metallic body.
He punches the box with his remaining hand “Come on out, I’m bored, do something, break my arm, tear the box apart, anything.”
Another mechanical hiss echoes throughout, machinary buzzing online, lights flashing up, revealing... something. What was once a probably beutiful work of art is now a mechanical mess, wires and pistons and bronze hastily and messily creating a vaugely humanoid shape, all covered up last minute with interlocking bars to a cage, slowly releasing, the sound of rusty metal creaking as it moves echoing outwards.
He smiles as his hands seemingly heal back to perfect health, trying to free his hand from the robot’s hold “Hello? Anybody in there or am I just talking to a stupid machine?”
"... Hello... hello hello hello hello. I-I-I I am here."
The machine peels itself out of its cage, stumbling out of the box, wires and machinery still trailing into the box.
“Fantastic, somebody’s actually alive on there, or maybe the machine itself is alive. Do you need repairs? I can help, all you have to do is punch me, as hard as you possibly can.”
"... Violence... violence is- is not- is not good- violence is good. Violence. Pain. Chaos. Destruction- no. Yes."
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Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
He punches the box with his remaining hand “Come on out, I’m bored, do something, break my arm, tear the box apart, anything.”
Another mechanical hiss echoes throughout, machinary buzzing online, lights flashing up, revealing... something. What was once a probably beutiful work of art is now a mechanical mess, wires and pistons and bronze hastily and messily creating a vaugely humanoid shape, all covered up last minute with interlocking bars to a cage, slowly releasing, the sound of rusty metal creaking as it moves echoing outwards.
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
DON'T TRUST SALEM AND NANER! I'M ON THE MOST!!!
Camp Half-Blood Archives
He asks, “Does friend need help?”
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
*twould anyone else like to rp?*
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
*sure!*
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
DON'T TRUST SALEM AND NANER! I'M ON THE MOST!!!
Camp Half-Blood Archives
He smiles as his hands seemingly heal back to perfect health, trying to free his hand from the robot’s hold “Hello? Anybody in there or am I just talking to a stupid machine?”
*who do ya want?*
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
He holds one of her hands, beginning to feed them some fruit.
“Only as much as everyone else… but I can talk to animals and stuff like that.”
"... Hello... hello hello hello hello. I-I-I I am here."
The machine peels itself out of its cage, stumbling out of the box, wires and machinery still trailing into the box.
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
DON'T TRUST SALEM AND NANER! I'M ON THE MOST!!!
Camp Half-Blood Archives
*dunno*
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
DON'T TRUST SALEM AND NANER! I'M ON THE MOST!!!
Camp Half-Blood Archives
5 how many chars do you have?
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
“Fantastic, somebody’s actually alive on there, or maybe the machine itself is alive. Do you need repairs? I can help, all you have to do is punch me, as hard as you possibly can.”
*20 lol*
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
DON'T TRUST SALEM AND NANER! I'M ON THE MOST!!!
Camp Half-Blood Archives
*Can I just get Onyx?*
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
"... Violence... violence is- is not- is not good- violence is good. Violence. Pain. Chaos. Destruction- no. Yes."
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
DON'T TRUST SALEM AND NANER! I'M ON THE MOST!!!
Camp Half-Blood Archives
*okie!*
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
DON'T TRUST SALEM AND NANER! I'M ON THE MOST!!!
Camp Half-Blood Archives
Menda is inspecting Thalia’s Tree
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!