"I'm Melissa. Stay here, I'm gonna check on something..." she says, before following the strands to the edge of the bridge
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The Old Balios bar is infamous for its unstable foundation and many accidents that got the place shut down twenty years ago. No police have been there since, and most others who explore it don’t come back.
there’s smoke coming out of the Chimney of the two story building.
A cat enters the building, making little "merp" noises. Three more cats follow, apparently echolocating.
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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.
*People may have missed this earlier, or were busy, or didn’t care, but just in case.*
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.
The Old Balios bar is infamous for its unstable foundation and many accidents that got the place shut down twenty years ago. No police have been there since, and most others who explore it don’t come back.
there’s smoke coming out of the Chimney of the two story building.
A cat enters the building, making little "merp" noises. Three more cats follow, apparently echolocating.
It’s dark, most of the furniture is broken and rotting, and there are quite a lot of spiders and rats. The bar is fully stocked with dozens of different drinks, and there is a record player in the corner. There’s also stairs leading to the upper floor, though they seem precarious at best. The cats can hear a subtle ‘tap, tap, tap,’ sound coming from the ceiling.
"I'm Melissa. Stay here, I'm gonna check on something..." she says, before following the strands to the edge of the bridge
They seem to have led to under the bridge, but she can’t confirm because she can’t follow their trail.
She looks around, before stepping onto the edge, mentally preparing herself for the impending test of the new limits of this life beyond death
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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.
*People may have missed this earlier, or were busy, or didn’t care, but just in case.*
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.
*This is the most Invader Zim thing I've ever seen*
A large orange tabby runs around a corner to meet him, meowing loudly and insistently.
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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.
*Nothing, really. I'm really just happy you're on my thread.*
*well, that's good! Happy to be here!*
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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'm Melissa. Stay here, I'm gonna check on something..." she says, before following the strands to the edge of the bridge
They seem to have led to under the bridge, but she can’t confirm because she can’t follow their trail.
She looks around, before stepping onto the edge, mentally preparing herself for the impending test of the new limits of this life beyond death
As she does this, she hears this… horrible, slinking, scuttling sound from beneath the bridge, travelling away. The man hears it too, and looks around, terrified.
A cat enters the building, making little "merp" noises. Three more cats follow, apparently echolocating.
It’s dark, most of the furniture is broken and rotting, and there are quite a lot of spiders and rats. The bar is fully stocked with dozens of different drinks, and there is a record player in the corner. There’s also stairs leading to the upper floor, though they seem precarious at best. The cats can hear a subtle ‘tap, tap, tap,’ sound coming from the ceiling.
One of the cats heads up the stairs, one looks at the ceiling, one climbs onto the bar, and one starts batting at a spider.
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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'm Melissa. Stay here, I'm gonna check on something..." she says, before following the strands to the edge of the bridge
They seem to have led to under the bridge, but she can’t confirm because she can’t follow their trail.
She looks around, before stepping onto the edge, mentally preparing herself for the impending test of the new limits of this life beyond death
As she does this, she hears this… horrible, slinking, scuttling sound from beneath the bridge, travelling away. The man hears it too, and looks around, terrified.
She panicks, and this causes her to fall into the water
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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.
*People may have missed this earlier, or were busy, or didn’t care, but just in case.*
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.
*This is the most Invader Zim thing I've ever seen*
A large orange tabby runs around a corner to meet him, meowing loudly and insistently.
*That was the intention my friend. He’s based on how the main character views himself in the Enter the Florus hole movie.*
He looks down at the tabby, stopping his walk to analyze the small cat, before picking them up softly, “Hmm.” He mutters.
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
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.
A sound can be heard coming from the storm drains around Balios, a sort of splashing and clicking. The moonlight reflects off a large, shiny black shape in one of them, before it disappears.
*in case someone wants to rp*
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(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
There exists a man who was forged in fear, quenched in spite, and born in blood, like his father and his father before him. Within the males of this lineage, there resides a dark passenger, and it always puts one hand on the wheel after the third birthday. The office of the men and the demons they've learned to control, generation after generation, is a well lit, plastic lined, perfectly clean kill room. The wicked purge the greater of wicked in this world. This is the life of River Morgan, and he's found his home in the outskirts of Balios, a well kept shipping container that acts as a home. There is wickedness behind every pair of eyes, but we still have hope.
Zackery walks into the office, silent as he does so, he looks around for somewhere to sit. He doesn’t make any kind of noise, his fingers moving across the handle of his briefcase without any purpose behind them, just moving for the sake of movement.
A cat enters the building, making little "merp" noises. Three more cats follow, apparently echolocating.
It’s dark, most of the furniture is broken and rotting, and there are quite a lot of spiders and rats. The bar is fully stocked with dozens of different drinks, and there is a record player in the corner. There’s also stairs leading to the upper floor, though they seem precarious at best. The cats can hear a subtle ‘tap, tap, tap,’ sound coming from the ceiling.
One of the cats heads up the stairs, one looks at the ceiling, one climbs onto the bar, and one starts batting at a spider.
The cat heading up the stairs finds itself in a… surprisingly well lit room, with a blazing fireplace, an ornate rug, two expensive chairs, and windows covered in cobwebs. In fact, thin strands of silk line the entire room, connecting it. Looking up, the cat see’s the high ceiling is some sort of nest… with a labyrinth of webs, hanging coffins made of silk, and hundreds of dead rats and birds. At the very top of the several feet of webbing, a dark figure looms, retreated into a funnel.
The one looking at the ceiling notices that it’s shaking ever so slightly, but stops as soon as soon as the other cat climbs the stairs. The one on the bar finds a cold glass of wine already poured. The one battling a spider makes the spider flee.
"I'm Melissa. Stay here, I'm gonna check on something..." she says, before following the strands to the edge of the bridge
They seem to have led to under the bridge, but she can’t confirm because she can’t follow their trail.
She looks around, before stepping onto the edge, mentally preparing herself for the impending test of the new limits of this life beyond death
As she does this, she hears this… horrible, slinking, scuttling sound from beneath the bridge, travelling away. The man hears it too, and looks around, terrified.
She panicks, and this causes her to fall into the water
Just before she falls, a net of thick webbing catches her, held out by two long, slender, grayish white… spider legs, each enormous in size. It grabs her and brings her under the bridge, where she is supported by a platform of webbing. Obscured by shadow, is some… giant arachnid creature, horrible in every way. She can also vaguely make out… a humanoid form resting on top of it.
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"I'm Melissa. Stay here, I'm gonna check on something..." she says, before following the strands to the edge of the bridge
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
A cat enters the building, making little "merp" noises. Three more cats follow, apparently echolocating.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
They seem to have led to under the bridge, but she can’t confirm because she can’t follow their trail.
*Nothing, really. I'm really just happy you're on my thread.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*People may have missed this earlier, or were busy, or didn’t care, but just in case.*
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.
It’s dark, most of the furniture is broken and rotting, and there are quite a lot of spiders and rats. The bar is fully stocked with dozens of different drinks, and there is a record player in the corner. There’s also stairs leading to the upper floor, though they seem precarious at best. The cats can hear a subtle ‘tap, tap, tap,’ sound coming from the ceiling.
She looks around, before stepping onto the edge, mentally preparing herself for the impending test of the new limits of this life beyond death
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
*This is the most Invader Zim thing I've ever seen*
A large orange tabby runs around a corner to meet him, meowing loudly and insistently.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*well, that's good! Happy to be here!*
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
As she does this, she hears this… horrible, slinking, scuttling sound from beneath the bridge, travelling away. The man hears it too, and looks around, terrified.
One of the cats heads up the stairs, one looks at the ceiling, one climbs onto the bar, and one starts batting at a spider.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She panicks, and this causes her to fall into the water
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
*That was the intention my friend. He’s based on how the main character views himself in the Enter the Florus hole movie.*
He looks down at the tabby, stopping his walk to analyze the small cat, before picking them up softly, “Hmm.” He mutters.
Alex turns into a shadow and creeps away.
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.
A sound can be heard coming from the storm drains around Balios, a sort of splashing and clicking. The moonlight reflects off a large, shiny black shape in one of them, before it disappears.
*in case someone wants to rp*
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
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Zackery walks into the office, silent as he does so, he looks around for somewhere to sit. He doesn’t make any kind of noise, his fingers moving across the handle of his briefcase without any purpose behind them, just moving for the sake of movement.
They purr loudly, closing their eyes. Their collar reads: "Shrive Ocha; return to Chunklo's Cat Cafe if found," followed by an address.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The cat heading up the stairs finds itself in a… surprisingly well lit room, with a blazing fireplace, an ornate rug, two expensive chairs, and windows covered in cobwebs. In fact, thin strands of silk line the entire room, connecting it. Looking up, the cat see’s the high ceiling is some sort of nest… with a labyrinth of webs, hanging coffins made of silk, and hundreds of dead rats and birds. At the very top of the several feet of webbing, a dark figure looms, retreated into a funnel.
The one looking at the ceiling notices that it’s shaking ever so slightly, but stops as soon as soon as the other cat climbs the stairs. The one on the bar finds a cold glass of wine already poured. The one battling a spider makes the spider flee.
Just before she falls, a net of thick webbing catches her, held out by two long, slender, grayish white… spider legs, each enormous in size. It grabs her and brings her under the bridge, where she is supported by a platform of webbing. Obscured by shadow, is some… giant arachnid creature, horrible in every way. She can also vaguely make out… a humanoid form resting on top of it.