Fael is coming into camp, with multiple injuries, looking like they might have thought it was a good idea to take an acid bath, and claw marks on there face, big claw marks
*anybody want to interact with this? other than dinao*
Clover is sitting in front of a rock sticking out of the ground. For once in her life, she's emotionless. No anger. No laughter. No joy. No sadness. Simply still. Gazing at the rock. Gazing at the broken soil. Gazing at the celestial bronze dagger stuck into the ground, slowly gaining rust.
"You don't want to stab me? Again?"
Without turning her head, she speaks. "Oh. Hello there. You're Fael." Her voice seems numb and hallow.
Her voice becomes softer, as she moves forward, and puts her hand on her back, "Are you okay?"
Clover quickly flips around, grabbing the dagger, and presses it against Fael's chin.
"No. I'm not."
"You want to tell me why?"
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Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish) My pronouns are They/them, but they can fluctuate. I am a teenage boy. I have ADHD, Depression (Maybe), and anxiety. I'm also Genderfluid, Pansexual, and Aromantic, but this community means the world to me; you cannot change that about me ALL HAIL O_MERLIN_O. 4D8 ATTEMPT:[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]=[roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden andSalem they are my D&D child, DON'T JUDGE
Fael is coming into camp, with multiple injuries, looking like they might have thought it was a good idea to take an acid bath, and claw marks on there face, big claw marks
*anybody want to interact with this? other than dinao*
Clover is sitting in front of a rock sticking out of the ground. For once in her life, she's emotionless. No anger. No laughter. No joy. No sadness. Simply still. Gazing at the rock. Gazing at the broken soil. Gazing at the celestial bronze dagger stuck into the ground, slowly gaining rust.
"You don't want to stab me? Again?"
Without turning her head, she speaks. "Oh. Hello there. You're Fael." Her voice seems numb and hallow.
Her voice becomes softer, as she moves forward, and puts her hand on her back, "Are you okay?"
Clover quickly flips around, grabbing the dagger, and presses it against Fael's chin.
"No. I'm not."
"You want to tell me why?"
"No. Get away."
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The clocks run out, too late to wake up. You're locked under this nightmare's thumb. Begging you hide and run.
Fael is coming into camp, with multiple injuries, looking like they might have thought it was a good idea to take an acid bath, and claw marks on there face, big claw marks
*anybody want to interact with this? other than dinao*
Clover is sitting in front of a rock sticking out of the ground. For once in her life, she's emotionless. No anger. No laughter. No joy. No sadness. Simply still. Gazing at the rock. Gazing at the broken soil. Gazing at the celestial bronze dagger stuck into the ground, slowly gaining rust.
"You don't want to stab me? Again?"
Without turning her head, she speaks. "Oh. Hello there. You're Fael." Her voice seems numb and hallow.
Her voice becomes softer, as she moves forward, and puts her hand on her back, "Are you okay?"
Clover quickly flips around, grabbing the dagger, and presses it against Fael's chin.
"No. I'm not."
"You want to tell me why?"
"No. Get away."
"Why? You need help, i want to help"
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Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish) My pronouns are They/them, but they can fluctuate. I am a teenage boy. I have ADHD, Depression (Maybe), and anxiety. I'm also Genderfluid, Pansexual, and Aromantic, but this community means the world to me; you cannot change that about me ALL HAIL O_MERLIN_O. 4D8 ATTEMPT:[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]=[roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden andSalem they are my D&D child, DON'T JUDGE
*ya’ll I’ve done it I’ve made the lore for the carnevaleeee I can finally rp!!!*
Pine is below all three, cursing up at fern.
Fael walks up to Pine, they have several claw marks, including one on their face, and two layers of skin have been burned off, by acid
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Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish) My pronouns are They/them, but they can fluctuate. I am a teenage boy. I have ADHD, Depression (Maybe), and anxiety. I'm also Genderfluid, Pansexual, and Aromantic, but this community means the world to me; you cannot change that about me ALL HAIL O_MERLIN_O. 4D8 ATTEMPT:[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]=[roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden andSalem they are my D&D child, DON'T JUDGE
Fael is coming into camp, with multiple injuries, looking like they might have thought it was a good idea to take an acid bath, and claw marks on there face, big claw marks
*anybody want to interact with this? other than dinao*
Clover is sitting in front of a rock sticking out of the ground. For once in her life, she's emotionless. No anger. No laughter. No joy. No sadness. Simply still. Gazing at the rock. Gazing at the broken soil. Gazing at the celestial bronze dagger stuck into the ground, slowly gaining rust.
"You don't want to stab me? Again?"
Without turning her head, she speaks. "Oh. Hello there. You're Fael." Her voice seems numb and hallow.
Her voice becomes softer, as she moves forward, and puts her hand on her back, "Are you okay?"
Clover quickly flips around, grabbing the dagger, and presses it against Fael's chin.
"No. I'm not."
"You want to tell me why?"
"No. Get away."
"Why? You need help, i want to help"
"Why would I want help from you?"
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The clocks run out, too late to wake up. You're locked under this nightmare's thumb. Begging you hide and run.
Fael is coming into camp, with multiple injuries, looking like they might have thought it was a good idea to take an acid bath, and claw marks on there face, big claw marks
*anybody want to interact with this? other than dinao*
Clover is sitting in front of a rock sticking out of the ground. For once in her life, she's emotionless. No anger. No laughter. No joy. No sadness. Simply still. Gazing at the rock. Gazing at the broken soil. Gazing at the celestial bronze dagger stuck into the ground, slowly gaining rust.
"You don't want to stab me? Again?"
Without turning her head, she speaks. "Oh. Hello there. You're Fael." Her voice seems numb and hallow.
Her voice becomes softer, as she moves forward, and puts her hand on her back, "Are you okay?"
Clover quickly flips around, grabbing the dagger, and presses it against Fael's chin.
"No. I'm not."
"You want to tell me why?"
"No. Get away."
"Why? You need help, i want to help"
"Why would I want help from you?"
"Who would you get help from?"
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Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish) My pronouns are They/them, but they can fluctuate. I am a teenage boy. I have ADHD, Depression (Maybe), and anxiety. I'm also Genderfluid, Pansexual, and Aromantic, but this community means the world to me; you cannot change that about me ALL HAIL O_MERLIN_O. 4D8 ATTEMPT:[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]=[roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden andSalem they are my D&D child, DON'T JUDGE
*ya’ll I’ve done it I’ve made the lore for the carnevaleeee I can finally rp!!!*
Pine is below all three, cursing up at fern.
Fael walks up to Pine, they have several claw marks, including one on their face, and two layers of skin have been burned off, by acid
He turns around. “Fael? Oh my god- are you okay?”
"Yes, i fought a drakon"
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Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish) My pronouns are They/them, but they can fluctuate. I am a teenage boy. I have ADHD, Depression (Maybe), and anxiety. I'm also Genderfluid, Pansexual, and Aromantic, but this community means the world to me; you cannot change that about me ALL HAIL O_MERLIN_O. 4D8 ATTEMPT:[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]=[roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden andSalem they are my D&D child, DON'T JUDGE
*ya’ll I’ve done it I’ve made the lore for the carnevaleeee I can finally rp!!!*
Sprout is high in a tree
Fern is also in the tree with sprout, she occasionally drops a pinecone on passing demigods.
ezra is in the tree too, yelling at fern.
Pine is below all three, cursing up at fern.
"Lyra-- I have boots on the ground."
The voice comes from a speaker placed somewhere on the body of a male figure, walking through the forest. He stands a broad six feet and four inches and is dressed in all black military gear; thin, tough, hardy, and impenetrable. Pouches all over his torso and legs hold medical supplies and other such necessary items, and his head is encased in a sleek helmet with an iron-glass, reflective, black, shiny and guising his entire face. Over his body is a black hooded cloak, scorched with battle and repaired with care. Between his cloak and his armor is slung a scythe, neigh as tall as him, and just as complicated in build
He walks a rifle poised, a blue laser sight shining into the trees
"I repeat... I have boots on the ground."
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Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on? Discord: _salems_lot_ "Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk Would you please forgive me? While I cannot love myself, I'll choose someone else. - BNL My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
Fael is coming into camp, with multiple injuries, looking like they might have thought it was a good idea to take an acid bath, and claw marks on there face, big claw marks
*anybody want to interact with this? other than dinao*
Clover is sitting in front of a rock sticking out of the ground. For once in her life, she's emotionless. No anger. No laughter. No joy. No sadness. Simply still. Gazing at the rock. Gazing at the broken soil. Gazing at the celestial bronze dagger stuck into the ground, slowly gaining rust.
"You don't want to stab me? Again?"
Without turning her head, she speaks. "Oh. Hello there. You're Fael." Her voice seems numb and hallow.
Her voice becomes softer, as she moves forward, and puts her hand on her back, "Are you okay?"
Clover quickly flips around, grabbing the dagger, and presses it against Fael's chin.
"No. I'm not."
"You want to tell me why?"
"No. Get away."
"Why? You need help, i want to help"
"Why would I want help from you?"
"Who would you get help from?"
"Nobody. Why should I want help from anyone?"
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The clocks run out, too late to wake up. You're locked under this nightmare's thumb. Begging you hide and run.
Fael is coming into camp, with multiple injuries, looking like they might have thought it was a good idea to take an acid bath, and claw marks on there face, big claw marks
*anybody want to interact with this? other than dinao*
Clover is sitting in front of a rock sticking out of the ground. For once in her life, she's emotionless. No anger. No laughter. No joy. No sadness. Simply still. Gazing at the rock. Gazing at the broken soil. Gazing at the celestial bronze dagger stuck into the ground, slowly gaining rust.
"You don't want to stab me? Again?"
Without turning her head, she speaks. "Oh. Hello there. You're Fael." Her voice seems numb and hallow.
Her voice becomes softer, as she moves forward, and puts her hand on her back, "Are you okay?"
Clover quickly flips around, grabbing the dagger, and presses it against Fael's chin.
"No. I'm not."
"You want to tell me why?"
"No. Get away."
"Why? You need help, i want to help"
"Why would I want help from you?"
"Who would you get help from?"
"Nobody. Why should I want help from anyone?"
"Because, you need to care for your mental health, please, i will never fight you again"
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Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish) My pronouns are They/them, but they can fluctuate. I am a teenage boy. I have ADHD, Depression (Maybe), and anxiety. I'm also Genderfluid, Pansexual, and Aromantic, but this community means the world to me; you cannot change that about me ALL HAIL O_MERLIN_O. 4D8 ATTEMPT:[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]=[roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden andSalem they are my D&D child, DON'T JUDGE
Fael is coming into camp, with multiple injuries, looking like they might have thought it was a good idea to take an acid bath, and claw marks on there face, big claw marks
*anybody want to interact with this? other than dinao*
Clover is sitting in front of a rock sticking out of the ground. For once in her life, she's emotionless. No anger. No laughter. No joy. No sadness. Simply still. Gazing at the rock. Gazing at the broken soil. Gazing at the celestial bronze dagger stuck into the ground, slowly gaining rust.
"You don't want to stab me? Again?"
Without turning her head, she speaks. "Oh. Hello there. You're Fael." Her voice seems numb and hallow.
Her voice becomes softer, as she moves forward, and puts her hand on her back, "Are you okay?"
Clover quickly flips around, grabbing the dagger, and presses it against Fael's chin.
"No. I'm not."
"You want to tell me why?"
"No. Get away."
"Why? You need help, i want to help"
"Why would I want help from you?"
"Who would you get help from?"
"Nobody. Why should I want help from anyone?"
"Because, you need to care for your mental health, please, i will never fight you again"
"Aw. That sucks. It's fun to hunt people, and it's much less fun if they don't fight back."
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The clocks run out, too late to wake up. You're locked under this nightmare's thumb. Begging you hide and run.
*ya’ll I’ve done it I’ve made the lore for the carnevaleeee I can finally rp!!!*
Pine is below all three, cursing up at fern.
Fael walks up to Pine, they have several claw marks, including one on their face, and two layers of skin have been burned off, by acid
He turns around. “Fael? Oh my god- are you okay?”
"Yes, i fought a drakon"
“Why.”
"To stop it from attacking the camp"
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Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish) My pronouns are They/them, but they can fluctuate. I am a teenage boy. I have ADHD, Depression (Maybe), and anxiety. I'm also Genderfluid, Pansexual, and Aromantic, but this community means the world to me; you cannot change that about me ALL HAIL O_MERLIN_O. 4D8 ATTEMPT:[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]=[roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden andSalem they are my D&D child, DON'T JUDGE
Fael is coming into camp, with multiple injuries, looking like they might have thought it was a good idea to take an acid bath, and claw marks on there face, big claw marks
*anybody want to interact with this? other than dinao*
Clover is sitting in front of a rock sticking out of the ground. For once in her life, she's emotionless. No anger. No laughter. No joy. No sadness. Simply still. Gazing at the rock. Gazing at the broken soil. Gazing at the celestial bronze dagger stuck into the ground, slowly gaining rust.
"You don't want to stab me? Again?"
Without turning her head, she speaks. "Oh. Hello there. You're Fael." Her voice seems numb and hallow.
Her voice becomes softer, as she moves forward, and puts her hand on her back, "Are you okay?"
Clover quickly flips around, grabbing the dagger, and presses it against Fael's chin.
"No. I'm not."
"You want to tell me why?"
"No. Get away."
"Why? You need help, i want to help"
"Why would I want help from you?"
"Who would you get help from?"
"Nobody. Why should I want help from anyone?"
"Because, you need to care for your mental health, please, i will never fight you again"
"Aw. That sucks. It's fun to hunt people, and it's much less fun if they don't fight back."
"Please, tell me whats wrong?"
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Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish) My pronouns are They/them, but they can fluctuate. I am a teenage boy. I have ADHD, Depression (Maybe), and anxiety. I'm also Genderfluid, Pansexual, and Aromantic, but this community means the world to me; you cannot change that about me ALL HAIL O_MERLIN_O. 4D8 ATTEMPT:[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]=[roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden andSalem they are my D&D child, DON'T JUDGE
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"You want to tell me why?"
Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish)
My pronouns are They/them, but they can fluctuate.
I am a teenage boy. I have ADHD, Depression (Maybe), and anxiety. I'm also Genderfluid, Pansexual, and Aromantic,
but this community means the world to me; you cannot change that about me
ALL HAIL O_MERLIN_O. 4D8 ATTEMPT:[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]=[roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden andSalem they are my D&D child, DON'T JUDGE
"No. Get away."
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
*ya’ll I’ve done it I’ve made the lore for the carnevaleeee I can finally rp!!!*
Sprout is high in a tree
Fern is also in the tree with sprout, she occasionally drops a pinecone on passing demigods.
ezra is in the tree too, yelling at fern.
Pine is below all three, cursing up at fern.
Sorlock fanatic (I’m not a minmaxer I swear)
"Why? You need help, i want to help"
Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish)
My pronouns are They/them, but they can fluctuate.
I am a teenage boy. I have ADHD, Depression (Maybe), and anxiety. I'm also Genderfluid, Pansexual, and Aromantic,
but this community means the world to me; you cannot change that about me
ALL HAIL O_MERLIN_O. 4D8 ATTEMPT:[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]=[roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden andSalem they are my D&D child, DON'T JUDGE
Fael walks up to Pine, they have several claw marks, including one on their face, and two layers of skin have been burned off, by acid
Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish)
My pronouns are They/them, but they can fluctuate.
I am a teenage boy. I have ADHD, Depression (Maybe), and anxiety. I'm also Genderfluid, Pansexual, and Aromantic,
but this community means the world to me; you cannot change that about me
ALL HAIL O_MERLIN_O. 4D8 ATTEMPT:[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]=[roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden andSalem they are my D&D child, DON'T JUDGE
Jacob Hart is running through the forest, eyes wide with panic. When he sees the four campers, he stops and shouts them a warning.
"RUN! BIG DRAKON COMING THIS WAY!"
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
"Why would I want help from you?"
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
“WHAT THE-“
Sorlock fanatic (I’m not a minmaxer I swear)
He turns around. “Fael? Oh my god- are you okay?”
Sorlock fanatic (I’m not a minmaxer I swear)
"Who would you get help from?"
Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish)
My pronouns are They/them, but they can fluctuate.
I am a teenage boy. I have ADHD, Depression (Maybe), and anxiety. I'm also Genderfluid, Pansexual, and Aromantic,
but this community means the world to me; you cannot change that about me
ALL HAIL O_MERLIN_O. 4D8 ATTEMPT:[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]=[roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden andSalem they are my D&D child, DON'T JUDGE
"Yes, i fought a drakon"
Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish)
My pronouns are They/them, but they can fluctuate.
I am a teenage boy. I have ADHD, Depression (Maybe), and anxiety. I'm also Genderfluid, Pansexual, and Aromantic,
but this community means the world to me; you cannot change that about me
ALL HAIL O_MERLIN_O. 4D8 ATTEMPT:[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]=[roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden andSalem they are my D&D child, DON'T JUDGE
Zach is trying to pick a fight with Kori while Jason and Kenji watche, not trying to intervene. Jason seems to be debating whether to intervene
Hallo
People who aren't from here or DeviantArt might know me from various games or might know me as Dino on some of those games
I will go by these if ya wanna say something nicknames: Dinao, Diano, Or Dino
'tis all
:p
"I think it' a Maeonian Drakon... It's taken up residence in a cave near camp!"
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
"Lyra-- I have boots on the ground."
The voice comes from a speaker placed somewhere on the body of a male figure, walking through the forest. He stands a broad six feet and four inches and is dressed in all black military gear; thin, tough, hardy, and impenetrable. Pouches all over his torso and legs hold medical supplies and other such necessary items, and his head is encased in a sleek helmet with an iron-glass, reflective, black, shiny and guising his entire face. Over his body is a black hooded cloak, scorched with battle and repaired with care. Between his cloak and his armor is slung a scythe, neigh as tall as him, and just as complicated in build
He walks a rifle poised, a blue laser sight shining into the trees
"I repeat... I have boots on the ground."
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
Discord: _salems_lot_
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
Would you please forgive me? While I cannot love myself, I'll choose someone else. - BNL
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
"Nobody. Why should I want help from anyone?"
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
"Because, you need to care for your mental health, please, i will never fight you again"
Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish)
My pronouns are They/them, but they can fluctuate.
I am a teenage boy. I have ADHD, Depression (Maybe), and anxiety. I'm also Genderfluid, Pansexual, and Aromantic,
but this community means the world to me; you cannot change that about me
ALL HAIL O_MERLIN_O. 4D8 ATTEMPT:[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]=[roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden andSalem they are my D&D child, DON'T JUDGE
“Why.”
Sorlock fanatic (I’m not a minmaxer I swear)
"Aw. That sucks. It's fun to hunt people, and it's much less fun if they don't fight back."
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
"To stop it from attacking the camp"
Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish)
My pronouns are They/them, but they can fluctuate.
I am a teenage boy. I have ADHD, Depression (Maybe), and anxiety. I'm also Genderfluid, Pansexual, and Aromantic,
but this community means the world to me; you cannot change that about me
ALL HAIL O_MERLIN_O. 4D8 ATTEMPT:[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]=[roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden andSalem they are my D&D child, DON'T JUDGE
"Please, tell me whats wrong?"
Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish)
My pronouns are They/them, but they can fluctuate.
I am a teenage boy. I have ADHD, Depression (Maybe), and anxiety. I'm also Genderfluid, Pansexual, and Aromantic,
but this community means the world to me; you cannot change that about me
ALL HAIL O_MERLIN_O. 4D8 ATTEMPT:[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]=[roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden andSalem they are my D&D child, DON'T JUDGE