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.
"Correct, friend. I'm the spirit of the town, in a way. Take the blanket. It'll make you feel better." A cat appears from nowhere and climbs into his lap.
(If the figure is a Nightmare, he can tell that the Ocha is a Nightmare as well. If not, he only has two Dark Energy at the moment.)
'Thanks. Nice kitty, by the way'
*not actually a nightmare*
*Woah, awesome.*
"They like me a lot. Even strays like this one." He rubs it behind the ears. "How long has it been since you've had something good to drink? Or eat for that matter?"
'A long time. And not human meat. I'm not a cannibal, that's just a rumour'
"What?! How...? Wait... maybe..." her eyes widen as she suddenly seems to grasp the idea that she's dead. "Am I dead?"
“They said.. you were found dead in the nineties…”
"Oh god...." she starts to tear up, realizing the implications. "That means that I am nothing but a memory then... I can't believe I'm gone..."
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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.
[Oh yeah, he's fun to play and I love him as a character, but he's miles from original lmao]
[For anyone not following, this rp is taking place a day before Thew's encounter with the Ghoul]
Thew doesn't even think about how odd it that the messages appear so quickly. Mod powers, eh? He types back a response to all the messages quickly, saying:
ThewPerNatural_21: Oh wow, thanks so much, that's some incredible info and some great evidence! I'm planning to see if I can find it tomorrow, so I'll keep all that in mind and make sure to add that photo to the blog I'm creating about it with all the prrof I have so far! I'll keep posting updates, so I'll be honoured if you'd check it out! It'll be awesome!
1984AM: Will, do, Thew! Remember, it is the duty of every occutlist to share their findings! If you ever see the guy in person, be sure to tell me right away, okay? I wanna hear everything! :D 1984AM: Also, sick color choice. I gotta make dinner real quick, but I'll be back when you need me. Have fun with your studies, and remember to pet any cats you come across. After all, they're good luck, and we can't dismiss any superstition out of hand!
ThewPerNatural_21: Haha, will do, see you about, I'll keep you updated!
[34 hours later (5 AM, sunrise)]
Private Message Sender: ThewPerNatural_21 Recipient: 1984AM Subject: The Ghoul
Hey.
I met the Ghoul last night. It was friendly enough but when I tried to leave it attacked me. I thought it was a bad dream when I woke up, but my hair has suddenly grown super long, and I can hear a quiet whispering in the back of my head. I think I've been possessed. I know you shouldn't meet strangers over the internet, but if you're in Balios, I have to see you to discuss this in person.
Oh, before I went there was some other, mysterious being that met me in the school computer lab, and told me that I needed to see the Ghoul before the authorities catch it this evening. I couldn't really see it, but I know it was huge, and always out of view from me. When I left, it waved me off with a mummified hand. I think it is also connected to what happened, as there was definitely another presence at the mall last night.
"What?! How...? Wait... maybe..." her eyes widen as she suddenly seems to grasp the idea that she's dead. "Am I dead?"
“They said.. you were found dead in the nineties…”
"Oh god...." she starts to tear up, realizing the implications. "That means that I am nothing but a memory then... I can't believe I'm gone..."
“I-… well, if you’re just a memory- how can I see you, then?…”
"I-... don't know..."
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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.
'I've been investigating the monsters of this town, sometimes that takes you places you'd rather not go. That is probably waste from the abandoned chemical plant. Have you sighted anything strange during your time here?'
*There was a scientist guy named Iago, I think.*
“I only recently moved here, though I’ve seen some strange things in my own time, though nothing you would believe.” He says, putting away the swab, stopping his walk as he once again looks them over.
*Makes sense*
'I don't know, I can imagine quite a lot. I'm on the tail of a monster called the Slink. Rumour has, it drags children underground and eats them. Bet it won't have so much fun at the end of my rifle'
“Really? Things are never as simple as they seem, but I hope you don’t die trying to go after this ‘Slink’.” He says honestly, reaching into a pocket of his coat and pulling out what appears to be a business card.
'Oh, I won't die. If I was in the business of dying, I wouldn't be here, would I?'
He chuckles, giving them the business card as he does, “I suppose that’s true, but it’s best to stay safe just in case isn’t it?”
'I suppose so. Safety first and all that'. He gestures to the hazmat suit
“Well, I’ve got places to be, my number’s on the business card if you ever feel like calling.” He begins walking off.
"What?! How...? Wait... maybe..." her eyes widen as she suddenly seems to grasp the idea that she's dead. "Am I dead?"
“They said.. you were found dead in the nineties…”
"Oh god...." she starts to tear up, realizing the implications. "That means that I am nothing but a memory then... I can't believe I'm gone..."
“I-… well, if you’re just a memory- how can I see you, then?…”
"I-... don't know..."
“Well… it means that you’re real… because you’re here, and I can see you.. you aren’t gone.”
She nods, wiping away her tears. "What am I gonna do now? I have nowhere to go, I don't even know what has happened in the last 11 years."
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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.
'I've been investigating the monsters of this town, sometimes that takes you places you'd rather not go. That is probably waste from the abandoned chemical plant. Have you sighted anything strange during your time here?'
*There was a scientist guy named Iago, I think.*
“I only recently moved here, though I’ve seen some strange things in my own time, though nothing you would believe.” He says, putting away the swab, stopping his walk as he once again looks them over.
*Makes sense*
'I don't know, I can imagine quite a lot. I'm on the tail of a monster called the Slink. Rumour has, it drags children underground and eats them. Bet it won't have so much fun at the end of my rifle'
“Really? Things are never as simple as they seem, but I hope you don’t die trying to go after this ‘Slink’.” He says honestly, reaching into a pocket of his coat and pulling out what appears to be a business card.
'Oh, I won't die. If I was in the business of dying, I wouldn't be here, would I?'
He chuckles, giving them the business card as he does, “I suppose that’s true, but it’s best to stay safe just in case isn’t it?”
'I suppose so. Safety first and all that'. He gestures to the hazmat suit
“Well, I’ve got places to be, my number’s on the business card if you ever feel like calling.” He begins walking off.
'See you later. I'll make sure to call if I need to'
"What?! How...? Wait... maybe..." her eyes widen as she suddenly seems to grasp the idea that she's dead. "Am I dead?"
“They said.. you were found dead in the nineties…”
"Oh god...." she starts to tear up, realizing the implications. "That means that I am nothing but a memory then... I can't believe I'm gone..."
“I-… well, if you’re just a memory- how can I see you, then?…”
"I-... don't know..."
“Well… it means that you’re real… because you’re here, and I can see you.. you aren’t gone.”
She nods, wiping away her tears. "What am I gonna do now? I have nowhere to go, I don't even know what has happened in the last 11 years."
“I’ll… I’ll find you somewhere to rest, we can figure this all out in the morning.”
"I-... thank you..."
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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.
"They like me a lot. Even strays like this one." He rubs it behind the ears. "How long has it been since you've had something good to drink? Or eat for that matter?"
'A long time. And not human meat. I'm not a cannibal, that's just a rumour'
"So you're the Slink, huh? Not sure what all the fuss is about." He takes off the black backpack he wears and places it on the ground. He opens it and pulls out some bento boxes and sealed boba cups in various colors with separately wrapped straws. "Which would you like to try first?"
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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.
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.
"They like me a lot. Even strays like this one." He rubs it behind the ears. "How long has it been since you've had something good to drink? Or eat for that matter?"
'A long time. And not human meat. I'm not a cannibal, that's just a rumour'
"So you're the Slink, huh? Not sure what all the fuss is about." He takes off the black backpack he wears and places it on the ground. He opens it and pulls out some bento boxes and sealed boba cups in various colors with separately wrapped straws. "Which would you like to try first?"
'Yep, that's what they call me. What have you heard? That I murdered a child?'
The Slink points towards one of the bento boxes, finding himself something seaweedy and devouring it
*cut for arch*
“I would like some water please.”
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.
“Alright then…” he hands them a glass of water.
'A long time. And not human meat. I'm not a cannibal, that's just a rumour'
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"Oh god...." she starts to tear up, realizing the implications. "That means that I am nothing but a memory then... I can't believe I'm gone..."
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-… well, if you’re just a memory- how can I see you, then?…”
[34 hours later (5 AM, sunrise)]
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
Callow Sunken-Eyes: Goliath Arctic Druid: We Are Modron
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist , The Hunt for the Balowang and Surviving Tempest City!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
"I-... don't know..."
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
“Well… it means that you’re real… because you’re here, and I can see you.. you aren’t gone.”
“Thank you,” Alex says. “I have never told you what I am. I am a nightmare.” I reveal.
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.
“Well, I’ve got places to be, my number’s on the business card if you ever feel like calling.” He begins walking off.
She nods, wiping away her tears. "What am I gonna do now? I have nowhere to go, I don't even know what has happened in the last 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
“I’m sorry, you’re a what?”
“I’ll… I’ll find you somewhere to rest, we can figure this all out in the morning.”
'See you later. I'll make sure to call if I need to'
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"I-... thank you..."
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
“No problem… the nurses are gonna get you all fixed up, and there is a hotel a few blocks down… I can pay for it.”
"So you're the Slink, huh? Not sure what all the fuss is about." He takes off the black backpack he wears and places it on the ground. He opens it and pulls out some bento boxes and sealed boba cups in various colors with separately wrapped straws. "Which would you like to try first?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Alright. Thank you, how can I repay you?"
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
“No need to-… it’s all fine.”
'Yep, that's what they call me. What have you heard? That I murdered a child?'
The Slink points towards one of the bento boxes, finding himself something seaweedy and devouring it
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