He puts a hand on her shoulder. "Hey. You're not there anymore. You're here. With the tea and cats, and, hopefully, a friend."
She nods, shaking off the horrible memories. "Yeah..." she says, picking up a cat to snuggle with
He closes his eyes and walks back behind the counter. The cat purrs gently.
She snuggles and pets the cat, and after fully calming down, she says "So, wait... I'm a nightmare?"
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A distant sound fills the air, joining in a breeze that was already present. Glass shards being moved against a tile floor, the rattling of chains and the sifting of straw inside of a nearby, nearly run down Waffle House. Someone seems to be working inside, the sound of soft muttering able to be heard as whoever's inside curses to themselves after dropping something made of glass, and now cleaning it up.
Inside is... well best describe it as an entity. Tall and lanky, dressed in a countryman's clothes, overalls, a soft patterned shirt, boots stained with mud, all of it worn with years of experiencing the effects of the outdoors, or maybe they are simply made to appear that way, some kind of straw man like you would find out in a field, keeping crops from getting attacked by the forces of nature, a scarecrow. They are sweeping up a broken cup, making sure not to sweep any of the fluid that was once inside, or at least as much as they can with the cuffs around their arms and legs, limiting their movement, their speech impeded by a metal muzzle that is attached to their jaw. They shake weakly with each swipe of the broom, leading it all into a dust pan before struggling to pick the pan up. Once he's finished cleaning, he sits down in one of the booths, flipping the sign on the door.
The violence Nightmare is on break, but the local Waffle House is open.
"If you desire hostilities, then I can happily arrange for some for you. That is your comfort zone, isn't it? Thoughtless destruction?" He picks up a small paper effigy from below the counter. "And your name is Charlie, right?"
He considers this but he has a strange look on his face. Like there is more to it than that, but he doesn't believe you'd understand it so it remains hidden, "Sure, a little conflict never hurt nobody," He says with a sardonic grin. He eyes the paper figure, "That's the name I've chosen, yes. Roadkill Charlie."
He nods. "Cool. How long would you like to fight before I kill you and Iago? I'm thinking at least a month." His calm tone hasn't changed a bit. Blood begins to stain the paper doll, making it look a little like the Slink.
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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.
He closes his eyes and walks back behind the counter. The cat purrs gently.
She snuggles and pets the cat, and after fully calming down, she says "So, wait... I'm a nightmare?"
"Yes. Likely a manifestation of fear relating to that... was it a massacre? It might have been a string of disappearances. I'll have to check the town records. Odds are you don't have a lot of Dark Energy, given that no one tries to learn from history these days."
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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.
He closes his eyes and walks back behind the counter. The cat purrs gently.
She snuggles and pets the cat, and after fully calming down, she says "So, wait... I'm a nightmare?"
"Yes. Likely a manifestation of fear relating to that... was it a massacre? It might have been a string of disappearances. I'll have to check the town records. Odds are you don't have a lot of Dark Energy, given that no one tries to learn from history these days."
"Oh, so wait... I'm a manifestation of fear from the 1992 downtown disappearances?"
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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.
A distant sound fills the air, joining in a breeze that was already present. Glass shards being moved against a tile floor, the rattling of chains and the sifting of straw inside of a nearby, nearly run down Waffle House. Someone seems to be working inside, the sound of soft muttering able to be heard as whoever's inside curses to themselves after dropping something made of glass, and now cleaning it up.
Inside is... well best describe it as an entity. Tall and lanky, dressed in a countryman's clothes, overalls, a soft patterned shirt, boots stained with mud, all of it worn with years of experiencing the effects of the outdoors, or maybe they are simply made to appear that way, some kind of straw man like you would find out in a field, keeping crops from getting attacked by the forces of nature, a scarecrow. They are sweeping up a broken cup, making sure not to sweep any of the fluid that was once inside, or at least as much as they can with the cuffs around their arms and legs, limiting their movement, their speech impeded by a metal muzzle that is attached to their jaw. They shake weakly with each swipe of the broom, leading it all into a dust pan before struggling to pick the pan up. Once he's finished cleaning, he sits down in one of the booths, flipping the sign on the door.
The violence Nightmare is on break, but the local Waffle House is open.
*I still need to make the Poor Health Nightmare...*
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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.
A distant sound fills the air, joining in a breeze that was already present. Glass shards being moved against a tile floor, the rattling of chains and the sifting of straw inside of a nearby, nearly run down Waffle House. Someone seems to be working inside, the sound of soft muttering able to be heard as whoever's inside curses to themselves after dropping something made of glass, and now cleaning it up.
Inside is... well best describe it as an entity. Tall and lanky, dressed in a countryman's clothes, overalls, a soft patterned shirt, boots stained with mud, all of it worn with years of experiencing the effects of the outdoors, or maybe they are simply made to appear that way, some kind of straw man like you would find out in a field, keeping crops from getting attacked by the forces of nature, a scarecrow. They are sweeping up a broken cup, making sure not to sweep any of the fluid that was once inside, or at least as much as they can with the cuffs around their arms and legs, limiting their movement, their speech impeded by a metal muzzle that is attached to their jaw. They shake weakly with each swipe of the broom, leading it all into a dust pan before struggling to pick the pan up. Once he's finished cleaning, he sits down in one of the booths, flipping the sign on the door.
The violence Nightmare is on break, but the local Waffle House is open.
*I still need to make the Poor Health Nightmare...*
*It's all good man, the Violence Nightmare can stall until his manager gets here.*
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"If you desire hostilities, then I can happily arrange for some for you. That is your comfort zone, isn't it? Thoughtless destruction?" He picks up a small paper effigy from below the counter. "And your name is Charlie, right?"
He considers this but he has a strange look on his face. Like there is more to it than that, but he doesn't believe you'd understand it so it remains hidden, "Sure, a little conflict never hurt nobody," He says with a sardonic grin. He eyes the paper figure, "That's the name I've chosen, yes. Roadkill Charlie."
He nods. "Cool. How long would you like to fight before I kill you and Iago? I'm thinking at least a month." His calm tone hasn't changed a bit. Blood begins to stain the paper doll, making it look a little like the Slink.
His eyes flash, almost like headlights on a winding road at the dead of night. A smile grows across his face, and you seem to detect a hint of rage boiling beneath it. "Iago's in on this too, huh?" He loudly slurps down the last cluster of slimy pearls and crushes the plastic cup in his hand. He throws it at a nearby trash bin and it bounces off the rim of the can and onto the floor spilling ice onto the ground. "A month sounds like plenty of time."
He closes his eyes and walks back behind the counter. The cat purrs gently.
She snuggles and pets the cat, and after fully calming down, she says "So, wait... I'm a nightmare?"
"Yes. Likely a manifestation of fear relating to that... was it a massacre? It might have been a string of disappearances. I'll have to check the town records. Odds are you don't have a lot of Dark Energy, given that no one tries to learn from history these days."
"Oh, so wait... I'm a manifestation of fear from the 1992 downtown disappearances?"
"It seems to be so." He doesn't offer any advice; instead, he gives her time to process it.
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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.
He closes his eyes and walks back behind the counter. The cat purrs gently.
She snuggles and pets the cat, and after fully calming down, she says "So, wait... I'm a nightmare?"
"Yes. Likely a manifestation of fear relating to that... was it a massacre? It might have been a string of disappearances. I'll have to check the town records. Odds are you don't have a lot of Dark Energy, given that no one tries to learn from history these days."
"Oh, so wait... I'm a manifestation of fear from the 1992 downtown disappearances?"
"It seems to be so." He doesn't offer any advice; instead, he gives her time to process it.
After a bit, she says "so what do I do now?"
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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.
*Tired. Stayed up late watching The Electric State with my family.*
*I want to make a new Nightmare, but I'm having fun with Amatarou and I don't want that to end.*
*hm. I really like Amatarou. What was your idea for the new nightmare, out of curiosity?*
*I’m having quite a bit of fun with the Mother of Puppets.*
*Out of curiosity, what do you like about Amatarou?*
*The idea is the Nightmare of Poor Health, especially Poor Eating, but that's as far as I've gotten so far. He's the manager of the Waffle House.*
*I quite enjoy the duality of all of his interactions with humans and nightmares, on one hand he’s a super nice guy who works at a Boba place, and then he’s talking about how sloth and stagnancy are his greatest weapons with a spider demon. It’s just really interesting.*
*ooh, awesome!*
*out of curiosity, what do you think of the Mother of Puppets?*
He nods. "Cool. How long would you like to fight before I kill you and Iago? I'm thinking at least a month." His calm tone hasn't changed a bit. Blood begins to stain the paper doll, making it look a little like the Slink.
His eyes flash, almost like headlights on a winding road at the dead of night. A smile grows across his face, and you seem to detect a hint of rage boiling beneath it. "Iago's in on this too, huh?" He loudly slurps down the last cluster of slimy pearls and crushes the plastic cup in his hand. He throws it at a nearby trash bin and it bounces off the rim of the can and onto the floor spilling ice onto the ground. "A month sounds like plenty of time."
"He has no idea about this, and he will think he's just being attacked for no reason until someone informs him." He gets a broom from the closet and begins to clean up. "Don't worry about staying dead. I have no use for a car, so I think I'll just drive it off the Beach." The blood begins to pool and drizzle onto the floor. "But if you kill any of my other friends, I'll up the pressure and the time. Or you could just ask, if it gets boring for you and you desire a novel kind of pain. I'll make diamonds of you two yet."
*Does anyone want to rp? I've got Dib and the violence Nightmare if anyone does.*
*i have Melissa, if ya want?*
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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.
Peace, love, and death metal my friends
-Anders
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She snuggles and pets the cat, and after fully calming down, she says "So, wait... I'm a nightmare?"
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 intro*
A distant sound fills the air, joining in a breeze that was already present. Glass shards being moved against a tile floor, the rattling of chains and the sifting of straw inside of a nearby, nearly run down Waffle House. Someone seems to be working inside, the sound of soft muttering able to be heard as whoever's inside curses to themselves after dropping something made of glass, and now cleaning it up.
Inside is... well best describe it as an entity. Tall and lanky, dressed in a countryman's clothes, overalls, a soft patterned shirt, boots stained with mud, all of it worn with years of experiencing the effects of the outdoors, or maybe they are simply made to appear that way, some kind of straw man like you would find out in a field, keeping crops from getting attacked by the forces of nature, a scarecrow. They are sweeping up a broken cup, making sure not to sweep any of the fluid that was once inside, or at least as much as they can with the cuffs around their arms and legs, limiting their movement, their speech impeded by a metal muzzle that is attached to their jaw. They shake weakly with each swipe of the broom, leading it all into a dust pan before struggling to pick the pan up. Once he's finished cleaning, he sits down in one of the booths, flipping the sign on the door.
The violence Nightmare is on break, but the local Waffle House is open.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
He nods. "Cool. How long would you like to fight before I kill you and Iago? I'm thinking at least a month." His calm tone hasn't changed a bit. Blood begins to stain the paper doll, making it look a little like the Slink.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Yes. Likely a manifestation of fear relating to that... was it a massacre? It might have been a string of disappearances. I'll have to check the town records. Odds are you don't have a lot of Dark Energy, given that no one tries to learn from history these days."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*how are you doing, my dear Baalzeboop?*
"Oh, so wait... I'm a manifestation of fear from the 1992 downtown disappearances?"
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
*I still need to make the Poor Health Nightmare...*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*It's all good man, the Violence Nightmare can stall until his manager gets here.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Tired. Stayed up late watching The Electric State with my family.*
*I want to make a new Nightmare, but I'm having fun with Amatarou and I don't want that to end.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*hm. I really like Amatarou. What was your idea for the new nightmare, out of curiosity?*
*I’m having quite a bit of fun with the Mother of Puppets.*
His eyes flash, almost like headlights on a winding road at the dead of night. A smile grows across his face, and you seem to detect a hint of rage boiling beneath it. "Iago's in on this too, huh?" He loudly slurps down the last cluster of slimy pearls and crushes the plastic cup in his hand. He throws it at a nearby trash bin and it bounces off the rim of the can and onto the floor spilling ice onto the ground. "A month sounds like plenty of time."
"It seems to be so." He doesn't offer any advice; instead, he gives her time to process it.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Out of curiosity, what do you like about Amatarou?*
*The idea is the Nightmare of Poor Health, especially Poor Eating, but that's as far as I've gotten so far. He's the manager of the Waffle House.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Does anyone want to rp? I've got Dib and the violence Nightmare if anyone does.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
After a bit, she says "so what do I do now?"
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
*I quite enjoy the duality of all of his interactions with humans and nightmares, on one hand he’s a super nice guy who works at a Boba place, and then he’s talking about how sloth and stagnancy are his greatest weapons with a spider demon. It’s just really interesting.*
*ooh, awesome!*
*out of curiosity, what do you think of the Mother of Puppets?*
"He has no idea about this, and he will think he's just being attacked for no reason until someone informs him." He gets a broom from the closet and begins to clean up. "Don't worry about staying dead. I have no use for a car, so I think I'll just drive it off the Beach." The blood begins to pool and drizzle onto the floor. "But if you kill any of my other friends, I'll up the pressure and the time. Or you could just ask, if it gets boring for you and you desire a novel kind of pain. I'll make diamonds of you two yet."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Could either one be on the forums or near a phone for an interaction?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Dib would definitely be on the forums, and that depends on the set up of the Waffle House.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*i have Melissa, if ya want?*
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