“No, no. Tartarus. The Underworld. Now, please get inside the border before something kills us.”
"There is monsters inside the border." He says bluntly. "I have survived months outside of this border without being killed, I think we will be fine."
“There are also people who can kill monsters inside of the border. Listen. I’ve been doing this for six years, I know what I’m doing. I’ll find that monster and kill it.”
"Hmm, you still haven't answered why I should trust you. I have encountered several shape shifters."
“I’m not a shapeshifter. I can’t really prove to you that I’m good, I’m sorry. But I have to get you to camp so you can be safe. What’s your name?”
"My name is... Wait... You aren't taking me anywhere. I simply came here as a friend of mine told me about it. He's dead now."
“You’re going to die out here. But here, if you really insist on doing that, you can have my sword. Celestial Bronze. One of the only materials that can hurt monsters.” He hands him a finely crafted sword with the letter P engraved into the hilt.
"I know what that is." You see, looking down. That his dagger has a small coating of Celestial Bronze, and a portion without it. He looks at the sword skeptically. "What is the meaning of life?"
“Uhhhhh, well, I’m not sure. To do good in the world and make it a better place? But this is full Celestial Bronze. Much more effective. Take it. Crafted it myself, proud of the handiwork. Or if you come inside, I could craft you your own blade and make it specifically for you.”
(Sigh) "Uncultured." He mutters. "Well now I'm at a roadblock, on one hand monsters never get to correct answer and neither did you. On the other hand, I dont really know if your a monster."
“Ugh. Just take my sword. It’ll be more helpful than a dagger. Or if you give me maybe ten hours and come back tomorrow, I can get you any weapon you want and maybe some armor too. The armor will turn that into a full day. And if I was a monster, I’d have killed you already.”
He reminds him of the dagger pressed to his neck. "Well, I guess." he ties his hands behind his back. "You can go back, but this way you can't kill me." He leaves, but looks back at him. He looks likes he regrets his actions.
*Good end? We can RP the next day if you’d like.*
*Sure.*
The exact same time the next day, Peter is lugging a suit of armor and a longsword up Half-Blood Hill. He sits down and waits.
“No, no. Tartarus. The Underworld. Now, please get inside the border before something kills us.”
"There is monsters inside the border." He says bluntly. "I have survived months outside of this border without being killed, I think we will be fine."
“There are also people who can kill monsters inside of the border. Listen. I’ve been doing this for six years, I know what I’m doing. I’ll find that monster and kill it.”
"Hmm, you still haven't answered why I should trust you. I have encountered several shape shifters."
“I’m not a shapeshifter. I can’t really prove to you that I’m good, I’m sorry. But I have to get you to camp so you can be safe. What’s your name?”
"My name is... Wait... You aren't taking me anywhere. I simply came here as a friend of mine told me about it. He's dead now."
“You’re going to die out here. But here, if you really insist on doing that, you can have my sword. Celestial Bronze. One of the only materials that can hurt monsters.” He hands him a finely crafted sword with the letter P engraved into the hilt.
"I know what that is." You see, looking down. That his dagger has a small coating of Celestial Bronze, and a portion without it. He looks at the sword skeptically. "What is the meaning of life?"
“Uhhhhh, well, I’m not sure. To do good in the world and make it a better place? But this is full Celestial Bronze. Much more effective. Take it. Crafted it myself, proud of the handiwork. Or if you come inside, I could craft you your own blade and make it specifically for you.”
(Sigh) "Uncultured." He mutters. "Well now I'm at a roadblock, on one hand monsters never get to correct answer and neither did you. On the other hand, I dont really know if your a monster."
“Ugh. Just take my sword. It’ll be more helpful than a dagger. Or if you give me maybe ten hours and come back tomorrow, I can get you any weapon you want and maybe some armor too. The armor will turn that into a full day. And if I was a monster, I’d have killed you already.”
He reminds him of the dagger pressed to his neck. "Well, I guess." he ties his hands behind his back. "You can go back, but this way you can't kill me." He leaves, but looks back at him. He looks likes he regrets his actions.
*Good end? We can RP the next day if you’d like.*
*Sure.*
The exact same time the next day, Peter is lugging a suit of armor and a longsword up Half-Blood Hill. He sits down and waits.
*Gonzalo are you still there and do you want to RP?*
*Ack! Sorry! Yes!*
*Who do you want?*
*Do you have anyone who does fire stuff?"
*Sadly, no… I used to have Finn but I didn’t like his character. Why?*
*Just asking!*
*Want Peter, Evan, or Murphy? The others are available too but those are my preferences.*
*Evan, then.*
Evan is sitting outside of the Zeus cabin.
Iris is walking through camp, her hands in the pockets of her jacket, nervously glncing about.
Evan waves to Iris.
*AH SORRY!*
Iris nods a hello.
“Hey Iris.” He smiles warmly. “How are you doing?”
"Meh. I'm alive, no? Heh..."
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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.
“No, no. Tartarus. The Underworld. Now, please get inside the border before something kills us.”
"There is monsters inside the border." He says bluntly. "I have survived months outside of this border without being killed, I think we will be fine."
“There are also people who can kill monsters inside of the border. Listen. I’ve been doing this for six years, I know what I’m doing. I’ll find that monster and kill it.”
"Hmm, you still haven't answered why I should trust you. I have encountered several shape shifters."
“I’m not a shapeshifter. I can’t really prove to you that I’m good, I’m sorry. But I have to get you to camp so you can be safe. What’s your name?”
"My name is... Wait... You aren't taking me anywhere. I simply came here as a friend of mine told me about it. He's dead now."
“You’re going to die out here. But here, if you really insist on doing that, you can have my sword. Celestial Bronze. One of the only materials that can hurt monsters.” He hands him a finely crafted sword with the letter P engraved into the hilt.
"I know what that is." You see, looking down. That his dagger has a small coating of Celestial Bronze, and a portion without it. He looks at the sword skeptically. "What is the meaning of life?"
“Uhhhhh, well, I’m not sure. To do good in the world and make it a better place? But this is full Celestial Bronze. Much more effective. Take it. Crafted it myself, proud of the handiwork. Or if you come inside, I could craft you your own blade and make it specifically for you.”
(Sigh) "Uncultured." He mutters. "Well now I'm at a roadblock, on one hand monsters never get to correct answer and neither did you. On the other hand, I dont really know if your a monster."
“Ugh. Just take my sword. It’ll be more helpful than a dagger. Or if you give me maybe ten hours and come back tomorrow, I can get you any weapon you want and maybe some armor too. The armor will turn that into a full day. And if I was a monster, I’d have killed you already.”
He reminds him of the dagger pressed to his neck. "Well, I guess." he ties his hands behind his back. "You can go back, but this way you can't kill me." He leaves, but looks back at him. He looks likes he regrets his actions.
*Good end? We can RP the next day if you’d like.*
*Sure.*
The exact same time the next day, Peter is lugging a suit of armor and a longsword up Half-Blood Hill. He sits down and waits.
*Perception check.*
2
*Dang.* A net drops out of the trees as he activates a tripwire. "You actually showed up?"
“No, no. Tartarus. The Underworld. Now, please get inside the border before something kills us.”
"There is monsters inside the border." He says bluntly. "I have survived months outside of this border without being killed, I think we will be fine."
“There are also people who can kill monsters inside of the border. Listen. I’ve been doing this for six years, I know what I’m doing. I’ll find that monster and kill it.”
"Hmm, you still haven't answered why I should trust you. I have encountered several shape shifters."
“I’m not a shapeshifter. I can’t really prove to you that I’m good, I’m sorry. But I have to get you to camp so you can be safe. What’s your name?”
"My name is... Wait... You aren't taking me anywhere. I simply came here as a friend of mine told me about it. He's dead now."
“You’re going to die out here. But here, if you really insist on doing that, you can have my sword. Celestial Bronze. One of the only materials that can hurt monsters.” He hands him a finely crafted sword with the letter P engraved into the hilt.
"I know what that is." You see, looking down. That his dagger has a small coating of Celestial Bronze, and a portion without it. He looks at the sword skeptically. "What is the meaning of life?"
“Uhhhhh, well, I’m not sure. To do good in the world and make it a better place? But this is full Celestial Bronze. Much more effective. Take it. Crafted it myself, proud of the handiwork. Or if you come inside, I could craft you your own blade and make it specifically for you.”
(Sigh) "Uncultured." He mutters. "Well now I'm at a roadblock, on one hand monsters never get to correct answer and neither did you. On the other hand, I dont really know if your a monster."
“Ugh. Just take my sword. It’ll be more helpful than a dagger. Or if you give me maybe ten hours and come back tomorrow, I can get you any weapon you want and maybe some armor too. The armor will turn that into a full day. And if I was a monster, I’d have killed you already.”
He reminds him of the dagger pressed to his neck. "Well, I guess." he ties his hands behind his back. "You can go back, but this way you can't kill me." He leaves, but looks back at him. He looks likes he regrets his actions.
*Good end? We can RP the next day if you’d like.*
*Sure.*
The exact same time the next day, Peter is lugging a suit of armor and a longsword up Half-Blood Hill. He sits down and waits.
*Perception check.*
2
*Dang.* A net drops out of the trees as he activates a tripwire. "You actually showed up?"
She scoops the scorpion up in a jar, and puts it In her backpack.
“Do you want me to save it? I might be able to”
"It?! IT?! He! And no, he is fine..."
Her eyes glow a mint green, and so does Zimos, before he eventually stirs and shuffles around his mobile habitat.
Runt chugs a red potion before responding
”Can we get back to the part where you tell me why you threw a giant scorpion at me”
"First of all, it was a small scorpion, and second of all, because it was kinda funny."
(smugly) “It???? It’s actually a he”
"... Wissen Sie, es erfordert viel Mut, morgens mit so einem Gesicht aufzuwachen."
“English…please”
"Wenn du unbedingt wissen willst, was ich meine, dann lern verdammt noch mal Deutsch!"
“I’m not gonna learn Germa- I mean what can you speak in English please”
"... Der Wurm kann also doch denken."
“Dude I think you need something you’ve been around that scorpions poison for too long”
(rummaging through bag)
”I might have some antidote or something around here”
"Bah, shut up..."
“Here I feel that we really got off on the wrong terms My name is Runt I think that we could both be very useful to each other don’t you think?”
"My name is Iris. Why would you be useful to me."
“Someone will always be useful to someone and I just got here so I might need someone to ask if I need help and who knows I can be helpful to you not in the traditional ways you might think”
Runt touches the glass of the jar your carrying its glass gains these designs of jungles and trees and vines (or wherever scorpions come from)
”so I’ll see you around? Iris?”
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Greetings! greetings! if i post on forum you can refer to me as AG.
I do a lot of character building and love dnd bc of story telling （*＾-＾*）
i love building characters and I underprepare for sessions I'm dming as. theater is pretty cool. coding is pretty cool. Ravnica is the best plane ever created.
looking to just hang out and have a good time around this place. (￣y▽,￣)╭
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.
“No, no. Tartarus. The Underworld. Now, please get inside the border before something kills us.”
"There is monsters inside the border." He says bluntly. "I have survived months outside of this border without being killed, I think we will be fine."
“There are also people who can kill monsters inside of the border. Listen. I’ve been doing this for six years, I know what I’m doing. I’ll find that monster and kill it.”
"Hmm, you still haven't answered why I should trust you. I have encountered several shape shifters."
“I’m not a shapeshifter. I can’t really prove to you that I’m good, I’m sorry. But I have to get you to camp so you can be safe. What’s your name?”
"My name is... Wait... You aren't taking me anywhere. I simply came here as a friend of mine told me about it. He's dead now."
“You’re going to die out here. But here, if you really insist on doing that, you can have my sword. Celestial Bronze. One of the only materials that can hurt monsters.” He hands him a finely crafted sword with the letter P engraved into the hilt.
"I know what that is." You see, looking down. That his dagger has a small coating of Celestial Bronze, and a portion without it. He looks at the sword skeptically. "What is the meaning of life?"
“Uhhhhh, well, I’m not sure. To do good in the world and make it a better place? But this is full Celestial Bronze. Much more effective. Take it. Crafted it myself, proud of the handiwork. Or if you come inside, I could craft you your own blade and make it specifically for you.”
(Sigh) "Uncultured." He mutters. "Well now I'm at a roadblock, on one hand monsters never get to correct answer and neither did you. On the other hand, I dont really know if your a monster."
“Ugh. Just take my sword. It’ll be more helpful than a dagger. Or if you give me maybe ten hours and come back tomorrow, I can get you any weapon you want and maybe some armor too. The armor will turn that into a full day. And if I was a monster, I’d have killed you already.”
He reminds him of the dagger pressed to his neck. "Well, I guess." he ties his hands behind his back. "You can go back, but this way you can't kill me." He leaves, but looks back at him. He looks likes he regrets his actions.
*Good end? We can RP the next day if you’d like.*
*Sure.*
The exact same time the next day, Peter is lugging a suit of armor and a longsword up Half-Blood Hill. He sits down and waits.
*Perception check.*
2
*Dang.* A net drops out of the trees as he activates a tripwire. "You actually showed up?"
“Of course I did. I don’t want you to die.”
He looks... sad, confused, angry? "No one has said that in a long time."
She scoops the scorpion up in a jar, and puts it In her backpack.
“Do you want me to save it? I might be able to”
"It?! IT?! He! And no, he is fine..."
Her eyes glow a mint green, and so does Zimos, before he eventually stirs and shuffles around his mobile habitat.
Runt chugs a red potion before responding
”Can we get back to the part where you tell me why you threw a giant scorpion at me”
"First of all, it was a small scorpion, and second of all, because it was kinda funny."
(smugly) “It???? It’s actually a he”
"... Wissen Sie, es erfordert viel Mut, morgens mit so einem Gesicht aufzuwachen."
“English…please”
"Wenn du unbedingt wissen willst, was ich meine, dann lern verdammt noch mal Deutsch!"
“I’m not gonna learn Germa- I mean what can you speak in English please”
"... Der Wurm kann also doch denken."
“Dude I think you need something you’ve been around that scorpions poison for too long”
(rummaging through bag)
”I might have some antidote or something around here”
"Bah, shut up..."
“Here I feel that we really got off on the wrong terms My name is Runt I think that we could both be very useful to each other don’t you think?”
"My name is Iris. Why would you be useful to me."
“Someone will always be useful to someone and I just got here so I might need someone to ask if I need help and who knows I can be helpful to you not in the traditional ways you might think”
Runt touches the glass of the jar your carrying its glass gains these designs of jungles and trees and vines (or wherever scorpions come from)
”so I’ll see you around? Iris?”
"Hwy- Don't touch that!"
She grabs it back, before stuffing it into her backpack.
"... But... hypothetically... could you make, like, flame-proof fabric?"
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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.
*Gonzalo are you still there and do you want to RP?*
*Ack! Sorry! Yes!*
*Who do you want?*
*Do you have anyone who does fire stuff?"
*Sadly, no… I used to have Finn but I didn’t like his character. Why?*
*Just asking!*
*Want Peter, Evan, or Murphy? The others are available too but those are my preferences.*
*Evan, then.*
Evan is sitting outside of the Zeus cabin.
Iris is walking through camp, her hands in the pockets of her jacket, nervously glncing about.
Evan waves to Iris.
*AH SORRY!*
Iris nods a hello.
“Hey Iris.” He smiles warmly. “How are you doing?”
"Meh. I'm alive, no? Heh..."
“I take it not that great?”
"Eh. Normal."
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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.
She scoops the scorpion up in a jar, and puts it In her backpack.
“Do you want me to save it? I might be able to”
"It?! IT?! He! And no, he is fine..."
Her eyes glow a mint green, and so does Zimos, before he eventually stirs and shuffles around his mobile habitat.
Runt chugs a red potion before responding
”Can we get back to the part where you tell me why you threw a giant scorpion at me”
"First of all, it was a small scorpion, and second of all, because it was kinda funny."
(smugly) “It???? It’s actually a he”
"... Wissen Sie, es erfordert viel Mut, morgens mit so einem Gesicht aufzuwachen."
“English…please”
"Wenn du unbedingt wissen willst, was ich meine, dann lern verdammt noch mal Deutsch!"
“I’m not gonna learn Germa- I mean what can you speak in English please”
"... Der Wurm kann also doch denken."
“Dude I think you need something you’ve been around that scorpions poison for too long”
(rummaging through bag)
”I might have some antidote or something around here”
"Bah, shut up..."
“Here I feel that we really got off on the wrong terms My name is Runt I think that we could both be very useful to each other don’t you think?”
"My name is Iris. Why would you be useful to me."
“Someone will always be useful to someone and I just got here so I might need someone to ask if I need help and who knows I can be helpful to you not in the traditional ways you might think”
Runt touches the glass of the jar your carrying its glass gains these designs of jungles and trees and vines (or wherever scorpions come from)
”so I’ll see you around? Iris?”
*I have to go but that’s a great place to rnd*
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Greetings! greetings! if i post on forum you can refer to me as AG.
I do a lot of character building and love dnd bc of story telling （*＾-＾*）
i love building characters and I underprepare for sessions I'm dming as. theater is pretty cool. coding is pretty cool. Ravnica is the best plane ever created.
looking to just hang out and have a good time around this place. (￣y▽,￣)╭
*Gonzalo are you still there and do you want to RP?*
*Ack! Sorry! Yes!*
*Who do you want?*
*Do you have anyone who does fire stuff?"
*Sadly, no… I used to have Finn but I didn’t like his character. Why?*
*Just asking!*
*Want Peter, Evan, or Murphy? The others are available too but those are my preferences.*
*Evan, then.*
Evan is sitting outside of the Zeus cabin.
Iris is walking through camp, her hands in the pockets of her jacket, nervously glncing about.
Evan waves to Iris.
*AH SORRY!*
Iris nods a hello.
“Hey Iris.” He smiles warmly. “How are you doing?”
"Meh. I'm alive, no? Heh..."
“I take it not that great?”
"Eh. Normal."
“That’s good.”
"Yeah..."
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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.
*Gonzalo are you still there and do you want to RP?*
*Ack! Sorry! Yes!*
*Who do you want?*
*Do you have anyone who does fire stuff?"
*Sadly, no… I used to have Finn but I didn’t like his character. Why?*
*Just asking!*
*Want Peter, Evan, or Murphy? The others are available too but those are my preferences.*
*Evan, then.*
Evan is sitting outside of the Zeus cabin.
Iris is walking through camp, her hands in the pockets of her jacket, nervously glncing about.
Evan waves to Iris.
*AH SORRY!*
Iris nods a hello.
“Hey Iris.” He smiles warmly. “How are you doing?”
"Meh. I'm alive, no? Heh..."
“I take it not that great?”
"Eh. Normal."
“That’s good.”
"Yeah..."
“Want to chat?”
"I guess... sure."
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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.
“Hey Iris.” He smiles warmly. “How are you doing?”
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
*Perception check.*
2
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
"Meh. I'm alive, no? Heh..."
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
*Dang.* A net drops out of the trees as he activates a tripwire. "You actually showed up?"
(I am doing great. how about you?)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
“Of course I did. I don’t want you to die.”
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
“Someone will always be useful to someone and I just got here so I might need someone to ask if I need help and who knows I can be helpful to you not in the traditional ways you might think”
Runt touches the glass of the jar your carrying its glass gains these designs of jungles and trees and vines (or wherever scorpions come from)
”so I’ll see you around? Iris?”
Greetings! greetings! if i post on forum you can refer to me as AG.
I do a lot of character building and love dnd bc of story telling （*＾-＾*）
i love building characters and I underprepare for sessions I'm dming as. theater is pretty cool. coding is pretty cool. Ravnica is the best plane ever created.
looking to just hang out and have a good time around this place. (￣y▽,￣)╭
idk what a extended signature is
“I take it not that great?”
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
*Pretty good!*
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 looks... sad, confused, angry? "No one has said that in a long time."
"Hwy- Don't touch that!"
She grabs it back, before stuffing it into her backpack.
"... But... hypothetically... could you make, like, flame-proof fabric?"
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
"Eh. Normal."
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
*I have to go but that’s a great place to rnd*
Greetings! greetings! if i post on forum you can refer to me as AG.
I do a lot of character building and love dnd bc of story telling （*＾-＾*）
i love building characters and I underprepare for sessions I'm dming as. theater is pretty cool. coding is pretty cool. Ravnica is the best plane ever created.
looking to just hang out and have a good time around this place. (￣y▽,￣)╭
idk what a extended signature is
*cut with Ash.*
“Just take this armor if you don’t want to come to camp. I won’t let another Half-Blood die because I didn’t do anything.”
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
“That’s good.”
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
"Yeah..."
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
“Want to chat?”
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
"Did you take care of the monsters? If would be surprised considering I've trapped you twice."
"I guess... 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