"I don't know..." she says, checking herself over, revealing the fresh wounds on her forearms and chest. "Oh god-! I'm still... bleeding..."
“Oh my God- you need to get help-… there’s a hospital nearby-“
"Oh god! Please, I don't know where it is... woah, I think-... I'm gonna pass out..."
She rushes over to her, to try and support her.
You are able to support her, she seems to weigh almost nothing. It's as if she's made of air
She doesn’t pay much mind to that, instead simply trying to rush her as fast as she can to the hospital.
You are able to make it with her to the hospital, where the strangest thing happens. Some of the hospital workers rush over, while others seem confused. The ones that rush over call for help, but some of the others don't seem to even see the woman. The whole scene is... bizarre
“I… don’t know what’s going on-… she says she was in a coma-… and she’s injured-…” she tries to explain to the nurses.
*I'm thinking the Nightmare King of Balios might want to play some games with Thew, effectively getting him to throw himself under the paranormal bus for the King's entertainment.*
1984AM: What fun! I'd knew you'd find out what was up with those Snallygaster rumors! :3 1984AM: Now, for your next tip, and this one's a doozy...
[Ohhhh niceeee, man I’m liking the sound of that, I’ll get another post out soon!]
When Thew gets home, the first thing he does is rush to the family's home computer in his dad's office. He always tries to stay late enough at school so that by the time he's home, his dad has finished up any work, and the internet is free to use. He logs on in a hurry and checks the forums, hoping xX_SlugGutz87_Xx hasn't gone offline in the 20 minutes it took Thew to get back home and online, but instead finds a new pair of posts on the thread. They're curious; the user has typed them as if they know far, far more than they're letting on, but there's only one way to learn more. Thew rapidly types up a response to the enigmatic reply, and then hits send, eagerly awaiting what could come next.
ThewPerNatural_21: Hey 1984AM, don't think I've seen you on here before! It's nice to meet a fellow believer, do you know anything more about the Mall Ghoul? I'd love to here any evidence you'd have to offer!
[For the Balios Mall Shopping Cart Ghoul, I'm planning to have its true identity be a Nightmare of Abandonment. Things get abandoned all the time in malls, like shopping carts getting left in the lot, kids losing their parents or toys, and items getting left on random shelves after the mother of whoever picked it up said no. The Nightmare's daytime, human identity is the volunteer who runs the Lost And Found, and then goes about at night gathering lost things himself. My plan is that when Thew goes to investigate it, he'll find that its real, but when he tries to either run away out of fear or leave it to get home for bed, the Nightmare will latch onto it with its hair out of its own loneliness and fear of being abandoned, and then exist with Thew kind of like a venom symbiote, and which will also give him some supernatural powers of his own.
Also it's a funny sort of irony to think that after that incident, the head of the Lost And Found goes missing himself]
[Literally Okarun fr]
The other user begins typing immediately and at quite a concerning speed, each post coming out in at most three seconds.
1984AM: Hey, Thew! I'm a moderator on this site, I just haven't been very active due to personal reasons. My fellow mods have been taking over for me in my absence, but they're not as fast as I am. :3 1984AM: So, back on topic. This town is 200 years old to the month (anniversary is in 8 days, if you can believe it), and that ghoul has been around since before the mall existed if you look at the folklore. To call him the Mall Ghoul would be, I think, making a molehill out of a mountain.
What follows is a photo of a historic text. The image is grainy, as you would expect from a 2003 image board, but it shows a picture that resembles common descriptors of the Mall Ghoul as the creature wrangles cattle. The text itself is illegible, and the drawing is crude, but both are clearly very old.
1984AM: The Balios Mall seems to be its main stomping grounds for sure, I'm not disputing that by any means, but I have reason to believe it gathers other things. The Cat Cafe finds new cats, fully restored from strays and dewormed and everything, all the time. Just sleeping in neatly organized boxes in front of the place. 1984AM: Whenever one is adopted, a new cat arrives, all signed and sealed. I doubt anyone in town is that nice to and aware of the Ochas, despite what everybody believes. 1984AM: Small tangent, you can color text now. You put in the right hex code and the text will show up in that color. The magic of the internet, am I right? :3
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
As the scene spirals into chaos, soon one of the nurses that can see the woman realizes something. "Wait, isn't that woman one of the missing people from the 1992 downtown disappearances?" A few others look at her, realizing the same thing, while the ones who aren't aware of her grow even more confused.
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Hi, I'm Anders. I like wreaking havoc in TTRPGs and listening to Swedish Death Metal. I currently am in the process of starting a campaign, GMed by your's truly. Entombed is a great band, you should check 'em out.
He nods, moving something below the counter. "She's recovering quite well, fortunately. Already using crutches. But she should've gotten a cat, in my opinion. These little guys are good luck."
“Yeah… i saw her when I went to the football game just yesterday. Uh, anyways, how has… uh, business been?”
"Quite well, actually. Those government guys who just rolled in? Never tried boba before. They were very excited to meet the cats."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*As a note to newer players, please do not make overarching mechanics without my say-so.*
*oh. Did i do something wrong?*
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Hi, I'm Anders. I like wreaking havoc in TTRPGs and listening to Swedish Death Metal. I currently am in the process of starting a campaign, GMed by your's truly. Entombed is a great band, you should check 'em out.
Walking through the town, is a man. Naturally, there’s always men taking walks, but of course, there’s something different about this one, a few things noticeable that people may see. Maybe people will see his massive cowlick of black hair that bounces softly with each purposeful step he takes, or possibly it’s the fact that he wears a constantly billowing black trench coat that covers most of his body, hiding anything underneath, or even the fact that he has both a backpack that is the size fitting for a middle schooler alongside a business briefcase. It could even be that most of his face is covered by large black tinted sunglasses and the collar of his trench coat.
He doesn’t say anything as he walks as far as anyone could tell, though sound does seem to be coming from behind his black attire, moving somewhere at a consistent power walk, his shoulders swinging and his decently pale skin glowing in contrast with his clothes. Exorcist, Scientist, and Alien Hunter, Zackery ‘Zim’ Grimes.
Walking through the town, is a man. Naturally, there’s always men taking walks, but of course, there’s something different about this one, a few things noticeable that people may see. Maybe people will see his massive cowlick of black hair that bounces softly with each purposeful step he takes, or possibly it’s the fact that he wears a constantly billowing black trench coat that covers most of his body, hiding anything underneath, or even the fact that he has both a backpack that is the size fitting for a middle schooler alongside a business briefcase. It could even be that most of his face is covered by large black tinted sunglasses and the collar of his trench coat.
He doesn’t say anything as he walks as far as anyone could tell, though sound does seem to be coming from behind his black attire, moving somewhere at a consistent power walk, his shoulders swinging and his decently pale skin glowing in contrast with his clothes. Exorcist, Scientist, and Alien Hunter, Zackery ‘Zim’ Grimes.
He sees a guy in a bright yellow hazmat suit walking down the main street. He is covered in dirt and greenish goo, and painfully obvious to anyone in the near vicinity.
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.
*anyone got any characters free? They can be human or Nightmare*
*I have the owner of Chunklo's, if you're interested. He goes on frequent breaks, so he could be anywhere during the day, but he stays up all night working the shop.*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*As a note to newer players, please do not make overarching mechanics without my say-so.*
*oh. Did i do something wrong?*
*No, you did everything fine. Lore is okay, but Circle of Dragons made a portal mechanic that messes up existing mechanics. You're doing great, friend, and I'm glad you're here.*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*anyone got any characters free? They can be human or Nightmare*
*I have the owner of Chunklo's, if you're interested. He goes on frequent breaks, so he could be anywhere during the day, but he stays up all night working the shop.*
By the riverbank, skulking away from the sunlight in an old culvert, there is what appears to be a monstrous figure. It is tall and almost unnaturally thin, with long spindly fingers and wild, greasy hair. It is wearing nothing but a pair of ragged cargo shorts and a necklace with a large crucifix, and its body, from what can be made out, is pale and gaunt
*As a note to newer players, please do not make overarching mechanics without my say-so.*
*oh. Did i do something wrong?*
*No, you did everything fine. Lore is okay, but Circle of Dragons made a portal mechanic that messes up existing mechanics. You're doing great, friend, and I'm glad you're here.*
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.
As the scene spirals into chaos, soon one of the nurses that can see the woman realizes something. "Wait, isn't that woman one of the missing people from the 1992 downtown disappearances?" A few others look at her, realizing the same thing, while the ones who aren't aware of her grow even more confused.
Walking through the town, is a man. Naturally, there’s always men taking walks, but of course, there’s something different about this one, a few things noticeable that people may see. Maybe people will see his massive cowlick of black hair that bounces softly with each purposeful step he takes, or possibly it’s the fact that he wears a constantly billowing black trench coat that covers most of his body, hiding anything underneath, or even the fact that he has both a backpack that is the size fitting for a middle schooler alongside a business briefcase. It could even be that most of his face is covered by large black tinted sunglasses and the collar of his trench coat.
He doesn’t say anything as he walks as far as anyone could tell, though sound does seem to be coming from behind his black attire, moving somewhere at a consistent power walk, his shoulders swinging and his decently pale skin glowing in contrast with his clothes. Exorcist, Scientist, and Alien Hunter, Zackery ‘Zim’ Grimes.
He sees a guy in a bright yellow hazmat suit walking down the main street. He is covered in dirt and greenish goo, and painfully obvious to anyone in the near vicinity.
He looks over to them for a moment, not saying anything more than his cryptic muttering, but nodding respectfully as he passes. He seems to swipe up a bit of the greenish goo onto a swab.
As the scene spirals into chaos, soon one of the nurses that can see the woman realizes something. "Wait, isn't that woman one of the missing people from the 1992 downtown disappearances?" A few others look at her, realizing the same thing, while the ones who aren't aware of her grow even more confused.
The girl looks to the nurse.
”I’m sorry, what disappearances?”
"The 1992 downtown disappearances. I'm sorry to say, none of the victims were found alive."
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Hi, I'm Anders. I like wreaking havoc in TTRPGs and listening to Swedish Death Metal. I currently am in the process of starting a campaign, GMed by your's truly. Entombed is a great band, you should check 'em out.
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.
As the scene spirals into chaos, soon one of the nurses that can see the woman realizes something. "Wait, isn't that woman one of the missing people from the 1992 downtown disappearances?" A few others look at her, realizing the same thing, while the ones who aren't aware of her grow even more confused.
The girl looks to the nurse.
”I’m sorry, what disappearances?”
"The 1992 downtown disappearances. I'm sorry to say, none of the victims were found alive."
The girl looks at the woman with a look of confusion, and a bit of horror.
”I’m sorry, you’re saying-“
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“I… don’t know what’s going on-… she says she was in a coma-… and she’s injured-…” she tries to explain to the nurses.
[Literally Okarun fr]
The other user begins typing immediately and at quite a concerning speed, each post coming out in at most three seconds.
What follows is a photo of a historic text. The image is grainy, as you would expect from a 2003 image board, but it shows a picture that resembles common descriptors of the Mall Ghoul as the creature wrangles cattle. The text itself is illegible, and the drawing is crude, but both are clearly very old.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
As the scene spirals into chaos, soon one of the nurses that can see the woman realizes something. "Wait, isn't that woman one of the missing people from the 1992 downtown disappearances?" A few others look at her, realizing the same thing, while the ones who aren't aware of her grow even more confused.
Hi, I'm Anders. I like wreaking havoc in TTRPGs and listening to Swedish Death Metal. I currently am in the process of starting a campaign, GMed by your's truly. Entombed is a great band, you should check 'em out.
Peace, love, and death metal my friends
-Anders
*anyone got any characters free? They can be human or Nightmare*
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
"Quite well, actually. Those government guys who just rolled in? Never tried boba before. They were very excited to meet the cats."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*As a note to newer players, please do not make overarching mechanics without my say-so.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*oh. Did i do something wrong?*
Hi, I'm Anders. I like wreaking havoc in TTRPGs and listening to Swedish Death Metal. I currently am in the process of starting a campaign, GMed by your's truly. Entombed is a great band, you should check 'em out.
Peace, love, and death metal my friends
-Anders
*Character!*
Walking through the town, is a man. Naturally, there’s always men taking walks, but of course, there’s something different about this one, a few things noticeable that people may see. Maybe people will see his massive cowlick of black hair that bounces softly with each purposeful step he takes, or possibly it’s the fact that he wears a constantly billowing black trench coat that covers most of his body, hiding anything underneath, or even the fact that he has both a backpack that is the size fitting for a middle schooler alongside a business briefcase. It could even be that most of his face is covered by large black tinted sunglasses and the collar of his trench coat.
He doesn’t say anything as he walks as far as anyone could tell, though sound does seem to be coming from behind his black attire, moving somewhere at a consistent power walk, his shoulders swinging and his decently pale skin glowing in contrast with his clothes. Exorcist, Scientist, and Alien Hunter, Zackery ‘Zim’ Grimes.
He sees a guy in a bright yellow hazmat suit walking down the main street. He is covered in dirt and greenish goo, and painfully obvious to anyone in the near vicinity.
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
*Boosting, cuz it was ignored.*
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 have the owner of Chunklo's, if you're interested. He goes on frequent breaks, so he could be anywhere during the day, but he stays up all night working the shop.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*No, you did everything fine. Lore is okay, but Circle of Dragons made a portal mechanic that messes up existing mechanics. You're doing great, friend, and I'm glad you're here.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
By the riverbank, skulking away from the sunlight in an old culvert, there is what appears to be a monstrous figure. It is tall and almost unnaturally thin, with long spindly fingers and wild, greasy hair. It is wearing nothing but a pair of ragged cargo shorts and a necklace with a large crucifix, and its body, from what can be made out, is pale and gaunt
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
*Oh. Sorry about that. I will go change it.*
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 girl looks to the nurse.
”I’m sorry, what disappearances?”
“Good for ya. You planning on staying in town?”
He looks over to them for a moment, not saying anything more than his cryptic muttering, but nodding respectfully as he passes. He seems to swipe up a bit of the greenish goo onto a swab.
"The 1992 downtown disappearances. I'm sorry to say, none of the victims were found alive."
Hi, I'm Anders. I like wreaking havoc in TTRPGs and listening to Swedish Death Metal. I currently am in the process of starting a campaign, GMed by your's truly. Entombed is a great band, you should check 'em out.
Peace, love, and death metal my friends
-Anders
“Yes, I am.” *Next post is post #300
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 girl looks at the woman with a look of confusion, and a bit of horror.
”I’m sorry, you’re saying-“