She continues to struggle, saying "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to steal from you... but eating people isn't very cool..."
“Oh, i’m not mad, darling… simply curious, that’s all.” It giggles, as two more of it’s giant spider legs appear from the darkness, spinning more threads around the web net, attaching it to the ceiling with little support from the creature.
Upstairs cat meows loudly, and all the others slowly move to follow it, but not before the bar cat knocks over the glass very deliberately.
They begin to laze around in front of the fire. A humanoid figure exists in the doorway, not really real.
The huge figure slowly crawls down from its safety in its nest, still staying shrouded in shadow for the most part.
”oh my, do I have visitors?“
The cats meow in a chorus. The man in the doorway, revealed to be the proprietor and barista of Chunlko's Cat Cafe, walks forward and places a folded quilt on the ground in front of the semicircle of felines. He steps back and kneels.
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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.
She continues to struggle, saying "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to steal from you... but eating people isn't very cool..."
“Oh, i’m not mad, darling… simply curious, that’s all.” It giggles, as two more of it’s giant spider legs appear from the darkness, spinning more threads around the web net, attaching it to the ceiling with little support from the creature.
"You're not mad?" She pauses, then says "please don't eat me."
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The cat does not resist or protest. Eventually, he finds the cafe. People seem happy to see him bring back Shrive. A cup of brown sugar boba sits on the counter with Zackery's first name on it and a price of $0.00 on the attached receipt. There is only one employee, a young man with blonde hair in a rough bowl cut and pale blue eyes. He's rather thin and wears a food service mask and plastic gloves alongside his white tee and black apron, looking like a standard barista or waiter.
He nods to them as he takes the drink, exactly the way he likes it, though a slot seems to appear in his outfit so he can drink it without pulling it down from over his mouth. He nods to them respectfully before finding a place to sit nearby, putting down his briefcase and watching the cat he brought back.
The cat lies against his foot, making sure everyone knows that they like him. The barista steeples his fingers and watches over the group. When he speaks, everyone looks to him. "So, newcomer, what brings you to town?" He seems to already know, but just wants to make conversation.
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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.
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Upstairs cat meows loudly, and all the others slowly move to follow it, but not before the bar cat knocks over the glass very deliberately.
They begin to laze around in front of the fire. A humanoid figure exists in the doorway, not really real.
The huge figure slowly crawls down from its safety in its nest, still staying shrouded in shadow for the most part.
”oh my, do I have visitors?“
The cats meow in a chorus. The man in the doorway, revealed to be the proprietor and barista of Chunlko's Cat Cafe, walks forward and places a folded quilt on the ground in front of the semicircle of felines. He steps back and kneels.
The monstrosity reaches down with one delicate limb and snatches the quilt up, unfolding it and inspecting it.
She continues to struggle, saying "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to steal from you... but eating people isn't very cool..."
“Oh, i’m not mad, darling… simply curious, that’s all.” It giggles, as two more of it’s giant spider legs appear from the darkness, spinning more threads around the web net, attaching it to the ceiling with little support from the creature.
"You're not mad?" She pauses, then says "please don't eat me."
“If I were going to eat you, darling, you’d be dead already. You won’t be of the right taste… not yet, anyways. Perhaps I shall let you drown instead… or maybe even let you go, ah-ha-hah!”
I get smashed with a bottle, I look up at Jared and say: “Now you’ve really done it” *In a demonic voice * I attempt to look bigger then I am by about 10 feet. 11
I am shifting my shadow form to resemble the person he loves most. I say, “Go away. I don’t even know who you are!” I say in her voice. If the words get to him (15 or above seems reasonable.) he will take 1d4 psychic damage.
To Hit: 13
Damage: 3
He yells again. “LEAVE RIGHT NOW OR I SWEAR TO GOD-“
he hits them again with the beer glass. To hit: 4 damage: 2
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She continues to struggle, saying "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to steal from you... but eating people isn't very cool..."
“Oh, i’m not mad, darling… simply curious, that’s all.” It giggles, as two more of it’s giant spider legs appear from the darkness, spinning more threads around the web net, attaching it to the ceiling with little support from the creature.
"You're not mad?" She pauses, then says "please don't eat me."
“If I were going to eat you, darling, you’d be dead already. You won’t be of the right taste… not yet, anyways. Perhaps I shall let you drown instead… or maybe even let you go, ah-ha-hah!”
"I am dead... been dead for 11 years"
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The cat does not resist or protest. Eventually, he finds the cafe. People seem happy to see him bring back Shrive. A cup of brown sugar boba sits on the counter with Zackery's first name on it and a price of $0.00 on the attached receipt. There is only one employee, a young man with blonde hair in a rough bowl cut and pale blue eyes. He's rather thin and wears a food service mask and plastic gloves alongside his white tee and black apron, looking like a standard barista or waiter.
He nods to them as he takes the drink, exactly the way he likes it, though a slot seems to appear in his outfit so he can drink it without pulling it down from over his mouth. He nods to them respectfully before finding a place to sit nearby, putting down his briefcase and watching the cat he brought back.
The cat lies against his foot, making sure everyone knows that they like him. The barista steeples his fingers and watches over the group. When he speaks, everyone looks to him. "So, newcomer, what brings you to town?" He seems to already know, but just wants to make conversation.
He looks over to them, taking the beverage from his mouth as he does, the slot closing as he begins to speak, “Just having come here for some work. Research more than anything else. For the sake of science.” He says, picking up the cat and placing them in his lap.
Upon closer inspection, the cat's collar also reads "return to Chunklo's Cat Cafe if found," followed by an address.
(A corrupted human. If you'll recall he's the serial killer who kills murderers)
"I suppose I shall." he gingerly scoops the cat up and takes it to said adress.
When he gets there, everyone seems happy to see him (or more accurately, the cat). He even has a free boba waiting for him on the counter, his name on it and everything. The counter has a name plate on it reading "Amatarou Ocha." The framed picture on the wall labels Amatarou as employee of the month, despite the fact that he's the only one who seems to work here. The barista looks to River with gentle eyes. He's a Nightmare, and no one else here seems to know.
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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.
I get smashed with a bottle, I look up at Jared and say: “Now you’ve really done it” *In a demonic voice * I attempt to look bigger then I am by about 10 feet. 11
I am shifting my shadow form to resemble the person he loves most. I say, “Go away. I don’t even know who you are!” I say in her voice. If the words get to him (15 or above seems reasonable.) he will take 1d4 psychic damage.
To Hit: 13
Damage: 3
He yells again. “LEAVE RIGHT NOW OR I SWEAR TO GOD-“
he hits them again with the beer glass. To hit: 4 damage: 2
Alex turns into a shadow and creeps away.
*Boosting up *
Jared looks as he leaves, and, breathing heavily, leans against the wall and tries to calm down.
She continues to struggle, saying "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to steal from you... but eating people isn't very cool..."
“Oh, i’m not mad, darling… simply curious, that’s all.” It giggles, as two more of it’s giant spider legs appear from the darkness, spinning more threads around the web net, attaching it to the ceiling with little support from the creature.
"You're not mad?" She pauses, then says "please don't eat me."
“If I were going to eat you, darling, you’d be dead already. You won’t be of the right taste… not yet, anyways. Perhaps I shall let you drown instead… or maybe even let you go, ah-ha-hah!”
"I am dead... been dead for 11 years"
“Oh, well that is no fun! So what would happen if I did this?” With a razor sharp appendage, it cuts one of the main supporting threads to the net keeping her aloft, and it shifts, unsteady.
The cats meow in a chorus. The man in the doorway, revealed to be the proprietor and barista of Chunlko's Cat Cafe, walks forward and places a folded quilt on the ground in front of the semicircle of felines. He steps back and kneels.
The monstrosity reaches down with one delicate limb and snatches the quilt up, unfolding it and inspecting it.
It is infused with 30 points of Dark Energy, which can be taken out at any time. "I hope you enjoy my offering, friend." Amatarou says, standing up.
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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.
She continues to struggle, saying "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to steal from you... but eating people isn't very cool..."
“Oh, i’m not mad, darling… simply curious, that’s all.” It giggles, as two more of it’s giant spider legs appear from the darkness, spinning more threads around the web net, attaching it to the ceiling with little support from the creature.
"You're not mad?" She pauses, then says "please don't eat me."
“If I were going to eat you, darling, you’d be dead already. You won’t be of the right taste… not yet, anyways. Perhaps I shall let you drown instead… or maybe even let you go, ah-ha-hah!”
"I am dead... been dead for 11 years"
“Oh, well that is no fun! So what would happen if I did this?” With a razor sharp appendage, it cuts one of the main supporting threads to the net keeping her aloft, and it shifts, unsteady.
"I'm not sure. I don't think it would be fun though. Please, let me go..."
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I get smashed with a bottle, I look up at Jared and say: “Now you’ve really done it” *In a demonic voice * I attempt to look bigger then I am by about 10 feet. 11
I am shifting my shadow form to resemble the person he loves most. I say, “Go away. I don’t even know who you are!” I say in her voice. If the words get to him (15 or above seems reasonable.) he will take 1d4 psychic damage.
To Hit: 13
Damage: 3
He yells again. “LEAVE RIGHT NOW OR I SWEAR TO GOD-“
he hits them again with the beer glass. To hit: 4 damage: 2
Alex turns into a shadow and creeps away.
*Boosting up *
Jared looks as he leaves, and, breathing heavily, leans against the wall and tries to calm down.
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.
She continues to struggle, saying "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to steal from you... but eating people isn't very cool..."
“Oh, i’m not mad, darling… simply curious, that’s all.” It giggles, as two more of it’s giant spider legs appear from the darkness, spinning more threads around the web net, attaching it to the ceiling with little support from the creature.
"You're not mad?" She pauses, then says "please don't eat me."
“If I were going to eat you, darling, you’d be dead already. You won’t be of the right taste… not yet, anyways. Perhaps I shall let you drown instead… or maybe even let you go, ah-ha-hah!”
"I am dead... been dead for 11 years"
“Oh, well that is no fun! So what would happen if I did this?” With a razor sharp appendage, it cuts one of the main supporting threads to the net keeping her aloft, and it shifts, unsteady.
"I'm not sure. I don't think it would be fun though. Please, let me go..."
It feigns sympathy, sighing. “Oh, I am so sorry, I had no idea…” it cuts another thread, and the platform goes sideways. It’s difficult to stay on, but she manages.
The cat lies against his foot, making sure everyone knows that they like him. The barista steeples his fingers and watches over the group. When he speaks, everyone looks to him. "So, newcomer, what brings you to town?" He seems to already know, but just wants to make conversation.
He looks over to them, taking the beverage from his mouth as he does, the slot closing as he begins to speak, “Just having come here for some work. Research more than anything else. For the sake of science.” He says, picking up the cat and placing them in his lap.
"So it was the board, right?" The cat purrs and just lays there. "Shrive seems to like you. You must have a calm soul."
She continues to struggle, saying "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to steal from you... but eating people isn't very cool..."
“Oh, i’m not mad, darling… simply curious, that’s all.” It giggles, as two more of it’s giant spider legs appear from the darkness, spinning more threads around the web net, attaching it to the ceiling with little support from the creature.
"You're not mad?" She pauses, then says "please don't eat me."
“If I were going to eat you, darling, you’d be dead already. You won’t be of the right taste… not yet, anyways. Perhaps I shall let you drown instead… or maybe even let you go, ah-ha-hah!”
"I am dead... been dead for 11 years"
“Oh, well that is no fun! So what would happen if I did this?” With a razor sharp appendage, it cuts one of the main supporting threads to the net keeping her aloft, and it shifts, unsteady.
"I'm not sure. I don't think it would be fun though. Please, let me go..."
It feigns sympathy, sighing. “Oh, I am so sorry, I had no idea…” it cuts another thread, and the platform goes sideways. It’s difficult to stay on, but she manages.
"Please! I'll do anything, please!"
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The cats meow in a chorus. The man in the doorway, revealed to be the proprietor and barista of Chunlko's Cat Cafe, walks forward and places a folded quilt on the ground in front of the semicircle of felines. He steps back and kneels.
The monstrosity reaches down with one delicate limb and snatches the quilt up, unfolding it and inspecting it.
It is infused with 30 points of Dark Energy, which can be taken out at any time. "I hope you enjoy my offering, friend." Amatarou says, standing up.
“My, my, how kind of you… what is the occasion?”
it scuttles further down, and two of it’s eight legs are resting on the floor of the room. It’s easier to see what it is now, though it’s still obscuring most of its body with webs. It’s legs are thin, razor sharp, delicate and chitinous, and connect to the abdomen of the creature, still hidden somewhere up in the webbing.
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“Oh, i’m not mad, darling… simply curious, that’s all.” It giggles, as two more of it’s giant spider legs appear from the darkness, spinning more threads around the web net, attaching it to the ceiling with little support from the creature.
The cats meow in a chorus. The man in the doorway, revealed to be the proprietor and barista of Chunlko's Cat Cafe, walks forward and places a folded quilt on the ground in front of the semicircle of felines. He steps back and kneels.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"You're not mad?" She pauses, then says "please don't eat me."
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
The cat lies against his foot, making sure everyone knows that they like him. The barista steeples his fingers and watches over the group. When he speaks, everyone looks to him. "So, newcomer, what brings you to town?" He seems to already know, but just wants to make conversation.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I must away for dinner, i'll be back*
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The monstrosity reaches down with one delicate limb and snatches the quilt up, unfolding it and inspecting it.
“If I were going to eat you, darling, you’d be dead already. You won’t be of the right taste… not yet, anyways. Perhaps I shall let you drown instead… or maybe even let you go, ah-ha-hah!”
*Boosting up *
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 am dead... been dead for 11 years"
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
He looks over to them, taking the beverage from his mouth as he does, the slot closing as he begins to speak, “Just having come here for some work. Research more than anything else. For the sake of science.” He says, picking up the cat and placing them in his lap.
When he gets there, everyone seems happy to see him (or more accurately, the cat). He even has a free boba waiting for him on the counter, his name on it and everything. The counter has a name plate on it reading "Amatarou Ocha." The framed picture on the wall labels Amatarou as employee of the month, despite the fact that he's the only one who seems to work here. The barista looks to River with gentle eyes. He's a Nightmare, and no one else here seems to know.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Jared looks as he leaves, and, breathing heavily, leans against the wall and tries to calm down.
“Oh, well that is no fun! So what would happen if I did this?” With a razor sharp appendage, it cuts one of the main supporting threads to the net keeping her aloft, and it shifts, unsteady.
It is infused with 30 points of Dark Energy, which can be taken out at any time. "I hope you enjoy my offering, friend." Amatarou says, standing up.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I'm not sure. I don't think it would be fun though. Please, let me go..."
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
Next, some goo in a hazmat suit comes in.
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.
It feigns sympathy, sighing. “Oh, I am so sorry, I had no idea…” it cuts another thread, and the platform goes sideways. It’s difficult to stay on, but she manages.
"So it was the board, right?" The cat purrs and just lays there. "Shrive seems to like you. You must have a calm soul."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Please! I'll do anything, please!"
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
“My, my, how kind of you… what is the occasion?”
it scuttles further down, and two of it’s eight legs are resting on the floor of the room. It’s easier to see what it is now, though it’s still obscuring most of its body with webs. It’s legs are thin, razor sharp, delicate and chitinous, and connect to the abdomen of the creature, still hidden somewhere up in the webbing.