"No clue. They didn't tell me anything about the last guy. There weren't any signs of a struggle. Who was he, anyway?"
*I had to sup, now I'm filled up.*
"A killjoy who didn't know how to mind his own business and did know how to hold a grudge. He was the Nightmare Lord of this town and his word was law. I got on his bad side and he sent some guys after me. I ended up locked away for a while but... well I'm back so he must be gone. That's why I came by here. I had to see if the good news was true. It still seems too good to be. From what I've heard, no one has found his artefact. And then there's that mall, what's the deal with that?"
"I think it's to bring more people to the town. No idea how they're funding it, though." He takes one of the half-eaten books back as the muncher reaches a bookmark. "Re-reading that one. You can have the rest when I'm done."
"No clue. They didn't tell me anything about the last guy. There weren't any signs of a struggle. Who was he, anyway?"
*I had to sup, now I'm filled up.*
"A killjoy who didn't know how to mind his own business and did know how to hold a grudge. He was the Nightmare Lord of this town and his word was law. I got on his bad side and he sent some guys after me. I ended up locked away for a while but... well I'm back so he must be gone. That's why I came by here. I had to see if the good news was true. It still seems too good to be. From what I've heard, no one has found his artefact. And then there's that mall, what's the deal with that?"
"I think it's to bring more people to the town. No idea how they're funding it, though." He takes one of the half-eaten books back as the muncher reaches a bookmark. "Re-reading that one. You can have the rest when I'm done."
He laughs, "Hey it's not a bad idea. That big of a space is a hot point for culture and activity. I'd bet my books and bombs that there's a Nightmare behind it. More people, more fears, more Nightmare fuel. Might be a good place for me to set up shop." His four eyes were staring at the ceiling but they all drop down to look at you. "Now, is there anything I can do for you? You helped me, you filled my belly. I owe you. You wanting any new hardware? You know, in case you need to go Nightmare hunting again. My supply is pretty low, I need to go and see if any of my old caches are still around, but I'm sure I've got something that will tickle your tastebuds."
"I think it's to bring more people to the town. No idea how they're funding it, though." He takes one of the half-eaten books back as the muncher reaches a bookmark. "Re-reading that one. You can have the rest when I'm done."
He laughs, "Hey it's not a bad idea. That big of a space is a hot point for culture and activity. I'd bet my books and bombs that there's a Nightmare behind it. More people, more fears, more Nightmare fuel. Might be a good place for me to set up shop." His four eyes were staring at the ceiling but they all drop down to look at you. "Now, is there anything I can do for you? You helped me, you filled my belly. I owe you. You wanting any new hardware? You know, in case you need to go Nightmare hunting again. My supply is pretty low, I need to go and see if any of my old caches are still around, but I'm sure I've got something that will tickle your tastebuds."
He scratches his head for a moment. "Nah, man. I got all the hardware I need. Wetwork is simple: you do it and/or you die. And I'm not dead. By the time you bring me something worth my time, I'll probably have my nervous system removed, you know? Happens all the time. Hunter chills out for a little while, then they turn up dead. I got no special abilities on my own. I'm barely a latent. I appreciate the offer, I really do, but consider this a gift."
He laughs, "Hey it's not a bad idea. That big of a space is a hot point for culture and activity. I'd bet my books and bombs that there's a Nightmare behind it. More people, more fears, more Nightmare fuel. Might be a good place for me to set up shop." His four eyes were staring at the ceiling but they all drop down to look at you. "Now, is there anything I can do for you? You helped me, you filled my belly. I owe you. You wanting any new hardware? You know, in case you need to go Nightmare hunting again. My supply is pretty low, I need to go and see if any of my old caches are still around, but I'm sure I've got something that will tickle your tastebuds."
He scratches his head for a moment. "Nah, man. I got all the hardware I need. Wetwork is simple: you do it and/or you die. And I'm not dead. By the time you bring me something worth my time, I'll probably have my nervous system removed, you know? Happens all the time. Hunter chills out for a little while, then they turn up dead. I got no special abilities on my own. I'm barely a latent. I appreciate the offer, I really do, but consider this a gift."
He sighs, watching you with a blank face before shrugging, "If you say so." He pulls a card out of his jacket pocket and slides it across the table. "Here's my card in case you change your mind." You look at it and see it's a red card with only one word written on it.
DOUBLEFACE
"You can reach me through most mirrors. Any reflective surface will do."
He scratches his head for a moment. "Nah, man. I got all the hardware I need. Wetwork is simple: you do it and/or you die. And I'm not dead. By the time you bring me something worth my time, I'll probably have my nervous system removed, you know? Happens all the time. Hunter chills out for a little while, then they turn up dead. I got no special abilities on my own. I'm barely a latent. I appreciate the offer, I really do, but consider this a gift."
He sighs, watching you with a blank face before shrugging, "If you say so." He pulls a card out of his jacket pocket and slides it across the table. "Here's my card in case you change your mind." You look at it and see it's a red card with only one word written on it.
DOUBLEFACE
"You can reach me through most mirrors. Any reflective surface will do."
"Will do, Two-Time." He puts the card in his shirt pocket and starts cleaning up.
He scratches his head for a moment. "Nah, man. I got all the hardware I need. Wetwork is simple: you do it and/or you die. And I'm not dead. By the time you bring me something worth my time, I'll probably have my nervous system removed, you know? Happens all the time. Hunter chills out for a little while, then they turn up dead. I got no special abilities on my own. I'm barely a latent. I appreciate the offer, I really do, but consider this a gift."
He sighs, watching you with a blank face before shrugging, "If you say so." He pulls a card out of his jacket pocket and slides it across the table. "Here's my card in case you change your mind." You look at it and see it's a red card with only one word written on it.
DOUBLEFACE
"You can reach me through most mirrors. Any reflective surface will do."
"Will do, Two-Time." He puts the card in his shirt pocket and starts cleaning up.
He stands up and looks at his watch. It's a very nice watch. "I don't think I got your name."
"Will do, Two-Time." He puts the card in his shirt pocket and starts cleaning up.
He stands up and looks at his watch. It's a very nice watch. "I don't think I got your name."
"Porter. Hold on." He quickly scribbles a phone number on a napkin. "Call me if you need some extermination."
"Thanks Porter. You've been a real help. Take care." He folds the napkin carefully and tucks it away in his suit pocket. He then turns and heads out of the front door. Right before he leaves you hear him mutter to himself, "Heh... back in business baby..." Then he walks through the front door. Most folks would open the door first, but Doubleface somehow stepped into the reflection and disappeared into the darkness of the glass door's night.
A huge man with a cylindrical metal helmet, thick shackles with broken chains, and an autumn-colored quilt with sleeves on his back stands in a heroic pose on a street corner. He's built like a sumo wrestler and dressed in an orange jumpsuit with a big black heart painted over the barely-visible words: 'PARANORMAL INMATE - DO NOT INTERACT'
A huge man with a cylindrical metal helmet, thick shackles with broken chains, and an autumn-colored quilt with sleeves on his back stands in a heroic pose on a street corner. He's built like a sumo wrestler and dressed in an orange jumpsuit with a big black heart painted over the barely-visible words: 'PARANORMAL INMATE - DO NOT INTERACT'
A red six four impala with a blackheart painted on its hood slides through the town. The windows are down and loud punk rock music blasts into the street. Roadkill Charlie rolls up to you and shouts over the music, "Yo superman! You lost? This ain't Metropolis!"
A huge man with a cylindrical metal helmet, thick shackles with broken chains, and an autumn-colored quilt with sleeves on his back stands in a heroic pose on a street corner. He's built like a sumo wrestler and dressed in an orange jumpsuit with a big black heart painted over the barely-visible words: 'PARANORMAL INMATE - DO NOT INTERACT'
A red six four impala with a blackheart painted on its hood slides through the town. The windows are down and loud punk rock music blasts into the street. Roadkill Charlie rolls up to you and shouts over the music, "Yo superman! You lost? This ain't Metropolis!"
"It may not be, but everyone needs a hero now and then!" He laughs jovially, his voice loud and confident. He slaps the roof of the car, causing it to bounce on its suspension but not actually damaging it.
A huge man with a cylindrical metal helmet, thick shackles with broken chains, and an autumn-colored quilt with sleeves on his back stands in a heroic pose on a street corner. He's built like a sumo wrestler and dressed in an orange jumpsuit with a big black heart painted over the barely-visible words: 'PARANORMAL INMATE - DO NOT INTERACT'
A red six four impala with a blackheart painted on its hood slides through the town. The windows are down and loud punk rock music blasts into the street. Roadkill Charlie rolls up to you and shouts over the music, "Yo superman! You lost? This ain't Metropolis!"
"It may not be, but everyone needs a hero now and then!" He laughs jovially, his voice loud and confident. He slaps the roof of the car, causing it to bounce on its suspension but not actually damaging it.
Charlie laughs, "So what sort of superhero are you? Well you obviously have super strength, but can you fly or shoot lasers out of your eyes? I always thought the ones with super speed were cool."
"It may not be, but everyone needs a hero now and then!" He laughs jovially, his voice loud and confident. He slaps the roof of the car, causing it to bounce on its suspension but not actually damaging it.
Charlie laughs, "So what sort of superhero are you? Well you obviously have super strength, but can you fly or shoot lasers out of your eyes? I always thought the ones with super speed were cool."
"I can manage super speed! But my real power is living without hatred! I still have biases and prejudices like the rest of us, but I do my best!" Something slithers around the giant's neck. Something fat and deep, dark red, pulsing with Dark Energy. A lavish banquet for any Nightmare.
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Leo is searching an abandoned building next to the bar
The Slink is watching over the mall's construction site
He finds a huge man dressed in prison clothes and a quilt, with a big black heart painted on his chest. He's rooting around, looking for something.
'Hey there. What you doing here?'
He looks up. He has a scarred face, long, light brown hair, and pale skin, except around his eyes. "Can't afford enough food." He's built like a sumo wrestler. "What about you?"
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"I think it's to bring more people to the town. No idea how they're funding it, though." He takes one of the half-eaten books back as the muncher reaches a bookmark. "Re-reading that one. You can have the rest when I'm done."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
He laughs, "Hey it's not a bad idea. That big of a space is a hot point for culture and activity. I'd bet my books and bombs that there's a Nightmare behind it. More people, more fears, more Nightmare fuel. Might be a good place for me to set up shop." His four eyes were staring at the ceiling but they all drop down to look at you. "Now, is there anything I can do for you? You helped me, you filled my belly. I owe you. You wanting any new hardware? You know, in case you need to go Nightmare hunting again. My supply is pretty low, I need to go and see if any of my old caches are still around, but I'm sure I've got something that will tickle your tastebuds."
He scratches his head for a moment. "Nah, man. I got all the hardware I need. Wetwork is simple: you do it and/or you die. And I'm not dead. By the time you bring me something worth my time, I'll probably have my nervous system removed, you know? Happens all the time. Hunter chills out for a little while, then they turn up dead. I got no special abilities on my own. I'm barely a latent. I appreciate the offer, I really do, but consider this a gift."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
He sighs, watching you with a blank face before shrugging, "If you say so." He pulls a card out of his jacket pocket and slides it across the table. "Here's my card in case you change your mind." You look at it and see it's a red card with only one word written on it.
DOUBLEFACE
"You can reach me through most mirrors. Any reflective surface will do."
"Will do, Two-Time." He puts the card in his shirt pocket and starts cleaning up.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
He stands up and looks at his watch. It's a very nice watch. "I don't think I got your name."
"Porter. Hold on." He quickly scribbles a phone number on a napkin. "Call me if you need some extermination."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
"Thanks Porter. You've been a real help. Take care." He folds the napkin carefully and tucks it away in his suit pocket. He then turns and heads out of the front door. Right before he leaves you hear him mutter to himself, "Heh... back in business baby..." Then he walks through the front door. Most folks would open the door first, but Doubleface somehow stepped into the reflection and disappeared into the darkness of the glass door's night.
A huge man with a cylindrical metal helmet, thick shackles with broken chains, and an autumn-colored quilt with sleeves on his back stands in a heroic pose on a street corner. He's built like a sumo wrestler and dressed in an orange jumpsuit with a big black heart painted over the barely-visible words: 'PARANORMAL INMATE - DO NOT INTERACT'
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
A red six four impala with a blackheart painted on its hood slides through the town. The windows are down and loud punk rock music blasts into the street. Roadkill Charlie rolls up to you and shouts over the music, "Yo superman! You lost? This ain't Metropolis!"
"It may not be, but everyone needs a hero now and then!" He laughs jovially, his voice loud and confident. He slaps the roof of the car, causing it to bounce on its suspension but not actually damaging it.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Leo is searching an abandoned building next to the bar
The Slink is watching over the mall's construction site
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Charlie laughs, "So what sort of superhero are you? Well you obviously have super strength, but can you fly or shoot lasers out of your eyes? I always thought the ones with super speed were cool."
He finds a huge man dressed in prison clothes and a quilt, with a big black heart painted on his chest. He's rooting around, looking for something.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
'Hey there. What you doing here?'
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*I've got to go. See y'all!*
*And howdy Dutch!*
"I can manage super speed! But my real power is living without hatred! I still have biases and prejudices like the rest of us, but I do my best!" Something slithers around the giant's neck. Something fat and deep, dark red, pulsing with Dark Energy. A lavish banquet for any Nightmare.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
*Bye, Dark! Happy Halloween!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
*I wonder, Baalze, should I bring Karl here?*
Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish)
Feline Keeper of the Peace of the Alliance Between the Cult of Cats and the Cult of The Fox
Looking for more titles now!
NOW, ALL HAIL MERLIN, AND THE GREAT O_MERLIN_O ARMY. GIVE ME A 4D8 ATTEMPT:[roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] = [roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
He looks up. He has a scarred face, long, light brown hair, and pale skin, except around his eyes. "Can't afford enough food." He's built like a sumo wrestler. "What about you?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine