The mother of puppets has been lurking beneath red Wednesday bridge, a perfect hunting spot of theirs. The top of it is lined with thin webbings, that will not only allow the Mother to sense passing cars but also to stop them in their tracks if it so wished, giving them enough time for the mother to strike.
The Slink is not far away, heading to his den near the bridge
The slink hears the tap-tap-tapping of the mother following him. When he turns around, it’s not there. Occasionally, the noise stops, then randomly starts up again. It’s getting closer, and louder. There realistically isn’t anywhere for the mother to hide, considering it’s size, but it still does.
'I can see you there.' He grips hold of his wooden crucifix
The mother of puppets has been lurking beneath red Wednesday bridge, a perfect hunting spot of theirs. The top of it is lined with thin webbings, that will not only allow the Mother to sense passing cars but also to stop them in their tracks if it so wished, giving them enough time for the mother to strike.
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A dust cloud can be seen farther down the road. Then the rocketing impala is shooting towards the bridge, its pounding engine sounds like a monstrous heartbeat. And then the bridge is quaking under the reckless roar of the car as it blasts over the top.
The Mother of Puppets, supernaturally fast, lunges from below the bridge in an attempt to literally catch the car with its many limbs. (We could roll if you wish, or if you have a preferred outcome, we could go with that.)
The mother of puppets has been lurking beneath red Wednesday bridge, a perfect hunting spot of theirs. The top of it is lined with thin webbings, that will not only allow the Mother to sense passing cars but also to stop them in their tracks if it so wished, giving them enough time for the mother to strike.
The Slink is not far away, heading to his den near the bridge
The slink hears the tap-tap-tapping of the mother following him. When he turns around, it’s not there. Occasionally, the noise stops, then randomly starts up again. It’s getting closer, and louder. There realistically isn’t anywhere for the mother to hide, considering it’s size, but it still does.
'I can see you there.' He grips hold of his wooden crucifix
“Oh, that is soooo cute!” It giggles, suddenly breathing down his neck. “Do you think that’ll help you much?”
'Well, I'm not particularly new, and what makes ya think I'm a Nightmare?'
'That would be good'
"I certainly don't think you're something human, are you?" He asks, leaning in close.
He begins to explain everything he knows, mostly just theories of his.
'I used to be. Then things got weird. Maybe I was always a little crazy. But then I saw things, heard voices. Now look at me. Have you heard of Third Man Syndrome?'
'Well, I'm not particularly new, and what makes ya think I'm a Nightmare?'
'That would be good'
"I certainly don't think you're something human, are you?" He asks, leaning in close.
He begins to explain everything he knows, mostly just theories of his.
'I used to be. Then things got weird. Maybe I was always a little crazy. But then I saw things, heard voices. Now look at me. Have you heard of Third Man Syndrome?'
Quinn listens to the theories, interested
"Exactly, you are a nightmare. Fear of what I don't know, but it doesn't matter much to me." He pats their head, before jumping off of the building to the ground.
They begin to turn towards Nightmares being aliens, and Dib starts looking a little crazy.
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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.'
The mother of puppets has been lurking beneath red Wednesday bridge, a perfect hunting spot of theirs. The top of it is lined with thin webbings, that will not only allow the Mother to sense passing cars but also to stop them in their tracks if it so wished, giving them enough time for the mother to strike.
The Slink is not far away, heading to his den near the bridge
The slink hears the tap-tap-tapping of the mother following him. When he turns around, it’s not there. Occasionally, the noise stops, then randomly starts up again. It’s getting closer, and louder. There realistically isn’t anywhere for the mother to hide, considering it’s size, but it still does.
'I can see you there.' He grips hold of his wooden crucifix
“Oh, that is soooo cute!” It giggles, suddenly breathing down his neck. “Do you think that’ll help you much?”
'Well, I'm not particularly new, and what makes ya think I'm a Nightmare?'
'That would be good'
"I certainly don't think you're something human, are you?" He asks, leaning in close.
He begins to explain everything he knows, mostly just theories of his.
'I used to be. Then things got weird. Maybe I was always a little crazy. But then I saw things, heard voices. Now look at me. Have you heard of Third Man Syndrome?'
Quinn listens to the theories, interested
"Exactly, you are a nightmare. Fear of what I don't know, but it doesn't matter much to me." He pats their head, before jumping off of the building to the ground.
They begin to turn towards Nightmares being aliens, and Dib starts looking a little crazy.
Quinn seems pretty convinced up until this point. 'How do you know all this stuff?'
The mother of puppets has been lurking beneath red Wednesday bridge, a perfect hunting spot of theirs. The top of it is lined with thin webbings, that will not only allow the Mother to sense passing cars but also to stop them in their tracks if it so wished, giving them enough time for the mother to strike.
The Slink is not far away, heading to his den near the bridge
The slink hears the tap-tap-tapping of the mother following him. When he turns around, it’s not there. Occasionally, the noise stops, then randomly starts up again. It’s getting closer, and louder. There realistically isn’t anywhere for the mother to hide, considering it’s size, but it still does.
'I can see you there.' He grips hold of his wooden crucifix
“Oh, that is soooo cute!” It giggles, suddenly breathing down his neck. “Do you think that’ll help you much?”
'Go away from me, demon!'
“Demon?! My, my, how rude of you! I mean, you’re right, but it still hurts! Worry not, if I were going to hurt you, I would’ve done so already.”
The mother of puppets has been lurking beneath red Wednesday bridge, a perfect hunting spot of theirs. The top of it is lined with thin webbings, that will not only allow the Mother to sense passing cars but also to stop them in their tracks if it so wished, giving them enough time for the mother to strike.
BURN THE STARS INTO BLEEDING HEARTS! TELL ME WHEN THE GAME STARTS!
A dust cloud can be seen farther down the road. Then the rocketing impala is shooting towards the bridge, its pounding engine sounds like a monstrous heartbeat. And then the bridge is quaking under the reckless roar of the car as it blasts over the top.
The Mother of Puppets, supernaturally fast, lunges from below the bridge in an attempt to literally catch the car with its many limbs. (We could roll if you wish, or if you have a preferred outcome, we could go with that.)
*How about we roll a contested strength check. If you succeed, you're able to stop the car. If I succeed, the car is still moving but you are now ontop of it. Does that sound good?*
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STAND AWAY FROM THE STAGE'S EDGE! THE FANS DON'T KEEP THEIR HANDS TO THEMSELVES!
The head lights flash on and the webs caught in their rays begin to smolder.
The mother of puppets has been lurking beneath red Wednesday bridge, a perfect hunting spot of theirs. The top of it is lined with thin webbings, that will not only allow the Mother to sense passing cars but also to stop them in their tracks if it so wished, giving them enough time for the mother to strike.
The Slink is not far away, heading to his den near the bridge
The slink hears the tap-tap-tapping of the mother following him. When he turns around, it’s not there. Occasionally, the noise stops, then randomly starts up again. It’s getting closer, and louder. There realistically isn’t anywhere for the mother to hide, considering it’s size, but it still does.
'I can see you there.' He grips hold of his wooden crucifix
“Oh, that is soooo cute!” It giggles, suddenly breathing down his neck. “Do you think that’ll help you much?”
'Go away from me, demon!'
“Demon?! My, my, how rude of you! I mean, you’re right, but it still hurts! Worry not, if I were going to hurt you, I would’ve done so already.”
The mother of puppets has been lurking beneath red Wednesday bridge, a perfect hunting spot of theirs. The top of it is lined with thin webbings, that will not only allow the Mother to sense passing cars but also to stop them in their tracks if it so wished, giving them enough time for the mother to strike.
BURN THE STARS INTO BLEEDING HEARTS! TELL ME WHEN THE GAME STARTS!
A dust cloud can be seen farther down the road. Then the rocketing impala is shooting towards the bridge, its pounding engine sounds like a monstrous heartbeat. And then the bridge is quaking under the reckless roar of the car as it blasts over the top.
The Mother of Puppets, supernaturally fast, lunges from below the bridge in an attempt to literally catch the car with its many limbs. (We could roll if you wish, or if you have a preferred outcome, we could go with that.)
*How about we roll a contested strength check. If you succeed, you're able to stop the car. If I succeed, the car is still moving but you are now ontop of it. Does that sound good?*
15
STAND AWAY FROM THE STAGE'S EDGE! THE FANS DON'T KEEP THEIR HANDS TO THEMSELVES!
The head lights flash on and the webs caught in their rays begin to smolder.
The mother of puppets has been lurking beneath red Wednesday bridge, a perfect hunting spot of theirs. The top of it is lined with thin webbings, that will not only allow the Mother to sense passing cars but also to stop them in their tracks if it so wished, giving them enough time for the mother to strike.
BURN THE STARS INTO BLEEDING HEARTS! TELL ME WHEN THE GAME STARTS!
A dust cloud can be seen farther down the road. Then the rocketing impala is shooting towards the bridge, its pounding engine sounds like a monstrous heartbeat. And then the bridge is quaking under the reckless roar of the car as it blasts over the top.
The Mother of Puppets, supernaturally fast, lunges from below the bridge in an attempt to literally catch the car with its many limbs. (We could roll if you wish, or if you have a preferred outcome, we could go with that.)
*How about we roll a contested strength check. If you succeed, you're able to stop the car. If I succeed, the car is still moving but you are now ontop of it. Does that sound good?*
15
STAND AWAY FROM THE STAGE'S EDGE! THE FANS DON'T KEEP THEIR HANDS TO THEMSELVES!
The head lights flash on and the webs caught in their rays begin to smolder.
THE ITTY BITTY SPIDER CRAWLED UP THE WATERSPOUT!
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The Mother nearly manages to stop the car dead in its tracks, but it just barely manages to slip away. The Mother leaps atop the moving vehicle instead.
The mother of puppets has been lurking beneath red Wednesday bridge, a perfect hunting spot of theirs. The top of it is lined with thin webbings, that will not only allow the Mother to sense passing cars but also to stop them in their tracks if it so wished, giving them enough time for the mother to strike.
The Slink is not far away, heading to his den near the bridge
The slink hears the tap-tap-tapping of the mother following him. When he turns around, it’s not there. Occasionally, the noise stops, then randomly starts up again. It’s getting closer, and louder. There realistically isn’t anywhere for the mother to hide, considering it’s size, but it still does.
'I can see you there.' He grips hold of his wooden crucifix
“Oh, that is soooo cute!” It giggles, suddenly breathing down his neck. “Do you think that’ll help you much?”
'Go away from me, demon!'
“Demon?! My, my, how rude of you! I mean, you’re right, but it still hurts! Worry not, if I were going to hurt you, I would’ve done so already.”
'So, what do you want with me?'
”oh, darling… nothing. I simply want to get to know you. Do you want a drink?”
'I can see you there.' He grips hold of his wooden crucifix
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'Well, I'm not particularly new, and what makes ya think I'm a Nightmare?'
'That would be good'
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The Mother of Puppets, supernaturally fast, lunges from below the bridge in an attempt to literally catch the car with its many limbs. (We could roll if you wish, or if you have a preferred outcome, we could go with that.)
"I certainly don't think you're something human, are you?" He asks, leaning in close.
He begins to explain everything he knows, mostly just theories of his.
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.)
“Oh, that is soooo cute!” It giggles, suddenly breathing down his neck. “Do you think that’ll help you much?”
He stops walking, wondering if they will stop when he does, "I suppose that is true, but it was be easier if we just walked together."
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 used to be. Then things got weird. Maybe I was always a little crazy. But then I saw things, heard voices. Now look at me. Have you heard of Third Man Syndrome?'
Quinn listens to the theories, interested
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"Exactly, you are a nightmare. Fear of what I don't know, but it doesn't matter much to me." He pats their head, before jumping off of the building to the ground.
They begin to turn towards Nightmares being aliens, and Dib starts looking a little crazy.
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.)
'Go away from me, demon!'
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They do. “I’d rather not. If you had forgot, I am a many-legged monstrosity that’s larger than a Truck. I prefer to stay hidden when not disguised.”
Quinn seems pretty convinced up until this point. 'How do you know all this stuff?'
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“Demon?! My, my, how rude of you! I mean, you’re right, but it still hurts! Worry not, if I were going to hurt you, I would’ve done so already.”
*How about we roll a contested strength check. If you succeed, you're able to stop the car. If I succeed, the car is still moving but you are now ontop of it. Does that sound good?*
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STAND AWAY FROM THE STAGE'S EDGE! THE FANS DON'T KEEP THEIR HANDS TO THEMSELVES!
The head lights flash on and the webs caught in their rays begin to smolder.
THE ITTY BITTY SPIDER CRAWLED UP THE WATERSPOUT!
He chuckles, going back to walking towards the edge of the bridge, "Suppose I'll come to you then." He steps off the side, letting himself fall.
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.)
"When I was a kid, I encountered an alien, he tried to take over my town, and the world!"
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.)
'So, what do you want with me?'
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The Mother nearly manages to stop the car dead in its tracks, but it just barely manages to slip away. The Mother leaps atop the moving vehicle instead.
”oh, darling… nothing. I simply want to get to know you. Do you want a drink?”'Seriously?'
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