If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
DM for the Daufuskie Dungeon Delvers. Happily a bookworm. Call me Tree. Creator and owner of the Tree Cult. ( I AM NOT THE FOCUS OF THE CULT!!!! ITS A GROUP OF PEOPLE WHO LIKE TREES!!!!!)
PM me the word BOOKS PM me the word TREE PM me if you wanna talk
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
A 13 year old male with green eyes, and black hair comes up the hill.
Jacob Heart has left the Infirmiry, finally donw with his long shift, and is walking towards Half-Blood Hill, as he sees the newcomer.
"Helo, there!"
“Hello.” His tone cold and lifeless.
"... Are you good...?"
“Yes.” His tone still being maintained,
"... Alright, bud..."
“Don’t call me bud.”
"Well then, what should I call you?"
“Sortops.” *you do get his tone is always going to be the lifeless one. Right?*
*Yup*
"Well, hello there, Sortops! Welcome to Camp Half-Blood."
“What may I call you?”
"I'm Jacob. Jacob Hart. Is this your first time here at camp?"
“Yes.”
He sighs.
"Well, Sortops, guess what! You know those old stories of the Greek Gods and whatnot?"
“I do.”
"Well, my good friend, all those stories aren't stories. They're real! And in fact, so are all those monsters and stuff from them, and those monsters want to kill you,"
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Hello! This is the Alt account of Gonzalo2, which I made because I want more than six characters without having to pay for it.
A 13 year old male with green eyes, and black hair comes up the hill.
Jacob Heart has left the Infirmiry, finally donw with his long shift, and is walking towards Half-Blood Hill, as he sees the newcomer.
"Helo, there!"
“Hello.” His tone cold and lifeless.
"... Are you good...?"
“Yes.” His tone still being maintained,
"... Alright, bud..."
“Don’t call me bud.”
"Well then, what should I call you?"
“Sortops.” *you do get his tone is always going to be the lifeless one. Right?*
*Yup*
"Well, hello there, Sortops! Welcome to Camp Half-Blood."
“What may I call you?”
"I'm Jacob. Jacob Hart. Is this your first time here at camp?"
“Yes.”
He sighs.
"Well, Sortops, guess what! You know those old stories of the Greek Gods and whatnot?"
“I do.”
"Well, my good friend, all those stories aren't stories. They're real! And in fact, so are all those monsters and stuff from them, and those monsters want to kill you,"
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
"really?" Bob Jr. says nervously "cuz there's a girl who wants to kill me because she scared me and some of her life force got drainded"
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DM for the Daufuskie Dungeon Delvers. Happily a bookworm. Call me Tree. Creator and owner of the Tree Cult. ( I AM NOT THE FOCUS OF THE CULT!!!! ITS A GROUP OF PEOPLE WHO LIKE TREES!!!!!)
PM me the word BOOKS PM me the word TREE PM me if you wanna talk
A 13 year old male with green eyes, and black hair comes up the hill.
Jacob Heart has left the Infirmiry, finally donw with his long shift, and is walking towards Half-Blood Hill, as he sees the newcomer.
"Helo, there!"
“Hello.” His tone cold and lifeless.
"... Are you good...?"
“Yes.” His tone still being maintained,
"... Alright, bud..."
“Don’t call me bud.”
"Well then, what should I call you?"
“Sortops.” *you do get his tone is always going to be the lifeless one. Right?*
*Yup*
"Well, hello there, Sortops! Welcome to Camp Half-Blood."
“What may I call you?”
"I'm Jacob. Jacob Hart. Is this your first time here at camp?"
“Yes.”
He sighs.
"Well, Sortops, guess what! You know those old stories of the Greek Gods and whatnot?"
“I do.”
"Well, my good friend, all those stories aren't stories. They're real! And in fact, so are all those monsters and stuff from them, and those monsters want to kill you,"
“They do?”
"Yes. They do. Now, here at Camp, you're in one of the few places where you're mostly safe from the monsters."
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Hello! This is the Alt account of Gonzalo2, which I made because I want more than six characters without having to pay for it.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
A 13 year old male with green eyes, and black hair comes up the hill.
Jacob Heart has left the Infirmiry, finally donw with his long shift, and is walking towards Half-Blood Hill, as he sees the newcomer.
"Helo, there!"
“Hello.” His tone cold and lifeless.
"... Are you good...?"
“Yes.” His tone still being maintained,
"... Alright, bud..."
“Don’t call me bud.”
"Well then, what should I call you?"
“Sortops.” *you do get his tone is always going to be the lifeless one. Right?*
*Yup*
"Well, hello there, Sortops! Welcome to Camp Half-Blood."
“What may I call you?”
"I'm Jacob. Jacob Hart. Is this your first time here at camp?"
“Yes.”
He sighs.
"Well, Sortops, guess what! You know those old stories of the Greek Gods and whatnot?"
“I do.”
"Well, my good friend, all those stories aren't stories. They're real! And in fact, so are all those monsters and stuff from them, and those monsters want to kill you,"
“They do?”
"Yes. They do. Now, here at Camp, you're in one of the few places where you're mostly safe from the monsters."
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
"really?" Bob Jr. says nervously "cuz there's a girl who wants to kill me because she scared me and some of her life force got drainded"
“I like death.” Although his tone is still cold and lifeless.
"hi Like Death my name is Bob Jr.!
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DM for the Daufuskie Dungeon Delvers. Happily a bookworm. Call me Tree. Creator and owner of the Tree Cult. ( I AM NOT THE FOCUS OF THE CULT!!!! ITS A GROUP OF PEOPLE WHO LIKE TREES!!!!!)
PM me the word BOOKS PM me the word TREE PM me if you wanna talk
A 13 year old male with green eyes, and black hair comes up the hill.
Jacob Heart has left the Infirmiry, finally donw with his long shift, and is walking towards Half-Blood Hill, as he sees the newcomer.
"Helo, there!"
“Hello.” His tone cold and lifeless.
"... Are you good...?"
“Yes.” His tone still being maintained,
"... Alright, bud..."
“Don’t call me bud.”
"Well then, what should I call you?"
“Sortops.” *you do get his tone is always going to be the lifeless one. Right?*
*Yup*
"Well, hello there, Sortops! Welcome to Camp Half-Blood."
“What may I call you?”
"I'm Jacob. Jacob Hart. Is this your first time here at camp?"
“Yes.”
He sighs.
"Well, Sortops, guess what! You know those old stories of the Greek Gods and whatnot?"
“I do.”
"Well, my good friend, all those stories aren't stories. They're real! And in fact, so are all those monsters and stuff from them, and those monsters want to kill you,"
“They do?”
"Yes. They do. Now, here at Camp, you're in one of the few places where you're mostly safe from the monsters."
“Makes sense.”
"Alright, good. Now, if you do get hurt, I can help heal you right up! All you have to do is visit the infirmity, and I'll probably be there. Alright?"
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Hello! This is the Alt account of Gonzalo2, which I made because I want more than six characters without having to pay for it.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
A 13 year old male with green eyes, and black hair comes up the hill.
Jacob Heart has left the Infirmiry, finally donw with his long shift, and is walking towards Half-Blood Hill, as he sees the newcomer.
"Helo, there!"
“Hello.” His tone cold and lifeless.
"... Are you good...?"
“Yes.” His tone still being maintained,
"... Alright, bud..."
“Don’t call me bud.”
"Well then, what should I call you?"
“Sortops.” *you do get his tone is always going to be the lifeless one. Right?*
*Yup*
"Well, hello there, Sortops! Welcome to Camp Half-Blood."
“What may I call you?”
"I'm Jacob. Jacob Hart. Is this your first time here at camp?"
“Yes.”
He sighs.
"Well, Sortops, guess what! You know those old stories of the Greek Gods and whatnot?"
“I do.”
"Well, my good friend, all those stories aren't stories. They're real! And in fact, so are all those monsters and stuff from them, and those monsters want to kill you,"
“They do?”
"Yes. They do. Now, here at Camp, you're in one of the few places where you're mostly safe from the monsters."
“Makes sense.”
"Alright, good. Now, if you do get hurt, I can help heal you right up! All you have to do is visit the infirmity, and I'll probably be there. Alright?"
“Yes. But Im the one who injures not gets injured.”
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
"really?" Bob Jr. says nervously "cuz there's a girl who wants to kill me because she scared me and some of her life force got drainded"
“I like death.” Although his tone is still cold and lifeless.
"hi Like Death my name is Bob Jr.!
“Sortops. Why are you so happy?”
"my last name isn't soap optetops. I'm not. When I'm happy all the plants grow bunches. when I'm sad and scared they die. die. die."
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DM for the Daufuskie Dungeon Delvers. Happily a bookworm. Call me Tree. Creator and owner of the Tree Cult. ( I AM NOT THE FOCUS OF THE CULT!!!! ITS A GROUP OF PEOPLE WHO LIKE TREES!!!!!)
PM me the word BOOKS PM me the word TREE PM me if you wanna talk
A 13 year old male with green eyes, and black hair comes up the hill.
Jacob Heart has left the Infirmiry, finally donw with his long shift, and is walking towards Half-Blood Hill, as he sees the newcomer.
"Helo, there!"
“Hello.” His tone cold and lifeless.
"... Are you good...?"
“Yes.” His tone still being maintained,
"... Alright, bud..."
“Don’t call me bud.”
"Well then, what should I call you?"
“Sortops.” *you do get his tone is always going to be the lifeless one. Right?*
*Yup*
"Well, hello there, Sortops! Welcome to Camp Half-Blood."
“What may I call you?”
"I'm Jacob. Jacob Hart. Is this your first time here at camp?"
“Yes.”
He sighs.
"Well, Sortops, guess what! You know those old stories of the Greek Gods and whatnot?"
“I do.”
"Well, my good friend, all those stories aren't stories. They're real! And in fact, so are all those monsters and stuff from them, and those monsters want to kill you,"
“They do?”
"Yes. They do. Now, here at Camp, you're in one of the few places where you're mostly safe from the monsters."
“Makes sense.”
"Alright, good. Now, if you do get hurt, I can help heal you right up! All you have to do is visit the infirmity, and I'll probably be there. Alright?"
“Yes. But Im the one who injures not gets injured.”
"... Yeah, I'd like to ask you to not actively seek to harm others. I got enough work as it is, I din't need some newbie who thinks they own the place either beat up one of the other newbies, or get beat up by a veteran."
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Hello! This is the Alt account of Gonzalo2, which I made because I want more than six characters without having to pay for it.
DM for the Daufuskie Dungeon Delvers. Happily a bookworm. Call me Tree. Creator and owner of the Tree Cult. ( I AM NOT THE FOCUS OF THE CULT!!!! ITS A GROUP OF PEOPLE WHO LIKE TREES!!!!!)
PM me the word BOOKS PM me the word TREE PM me if you wanna talk
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"I'm Jacob. Jacob Hart. Is this your first time here at camp?"
Hello! This is the Alt account of Gonzalo2, which I made because I want more than six characters without having to pay for it.
“Yes.”
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
*the living things ie: plants, insects and worms shrivel and die at Bob Jr.'s feet*
"for almost running into you.."
DM for the Daufuskie Dungeon Delvers. Happily a bookworm. Call me Tree. Creator and owner of the Tree Cult. ( I AM NOT THE FOCUS OF THE CULT!!!! ITS A GROUP OF PEOPLE WHO LIKE TREES!!!!!)
PM me the word BOOKS PM me the word TREE PM me if you wanna talk
He sighs.
"Well, Sortops, guess what! You know those old stories of the Greek Gods and whatnot?"
Hello! This is the Alt account of Gonzalo2, which I made because I want more than six characters without having to pay for it.
“That’s cool.”
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
“I do.”
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
"Well, my good friend, all those stories aren't stories. They're real! And in fact, so are all those monsters and stuff from them, and those monsters want to kill you,"
Hello! This is the Alt account of Gonzalo2, which I made because I want more than six characters without having to pay for it.
“They do?”
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
*cut from circle*
"really?" Bob Jr. says nervously "cuz there's a girl who wants to kill me because she scared me and some of her life force got drainded"
DM for the Daufuskie Dungeon Delvers. Happily a bookworm. Call me Tree. Creator and owner of the Tree Cult. ( I AM NOT THE FOCUS OF THE CULT!!!! ITS A GROUP OF PEOPLE WHO LIKE TREES!!!!!)
PM me the word BOOKS PM me the word TREE PM me if you wanna talk
"Yes. They do. Now, here at Camp, you're in one of the few places where you're mostly safe from the monsters."
Hello! This is the Alt account of Gonzalo2, which I made because I want more than six characters without having to pay for it.
“I like death.” Although his tone is still cold and lifeless.
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
“Makes sense.”
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
"hi Like Death my name is Bob Jr.!
DM for the Daufuskie Dungeon Delvers. Happily a bookworm. Call me Tree. Creator and owner of the Tree Cult. ( I AM NOT THE FOCUS OF THE CULT!!!! ITS A GROUP OF PEOPLE WHO LIKE TREES!!!!!)
PM me the word BOOKS PM me the word TREE PM me if you wanna talk
"Alright, good. Now, if you do get hurt, I can help heal you right up! All you have to do is visit the infirmity, and I'll probably be there. Alright?"
Hello! This is the Alt account of Gonzalo2, which I made because I want more than six characters without having to pay for it.
“Sortops. Why are you so happy?”
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
*I'm having Capatin Crunch flashbacks.*
Hello! This is the Alt account of Gonzalo2, which I made because I want more than six characters without having to pay for it.
“Yes. But Im the one who injures not gets injured.”
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
"my last name isn't soap optetops. I'm not. When I'm happy all the plants grow bunches. when I'm sad and scared they die. die. die."
DM for the Daufuskie Dungeon Delvers. Happily a bookworm. Call me Tree. Creator and owner of the Tree Cult. ( I AM NOT THE FOCUS OF THE CULT!!!! ITS A GROUP OF PEOPLE WHO LIKE TREES!!!!!)
PM me the word BOOKS PM me the word TREE PM me if you wanna talk
"... Yeah, I'd like to ask you to not actively seek to harm others. I got enough work as it is, I din't need some newbie who thinks they own the place either beat up one of the other newbies, or get beat up by a veteran."
Hello! This is the Alt account of Gonzalo2, which I made because I want more than six characters without having to pay for it.
*wthdym*
DM for the Daufuskie Dungeon Delvers. Happily a bookworm. Call me Tree. Creator and owner of the Tree Cult. ( I AM NOT THE FOCUS OF THE CULT!!!! ITS A GROUP OF PEOPLE WHO LIKE TREES!!!!!)
PM me the word BOOKS PM me the word TREE PM me if you wanna talk