"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.
She tries to let out a scream of horror, attempting to scramble away but getting tangled in webbing
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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.
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.
*into River's office?*
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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.
A sphinx cat runs over. It flops down on his feet. It looks up and meows. Its collar reads "Shrike Ocha."
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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.
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.
*into River's office?*
*Into River’s office, unless you want him to be somewhere else.*
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.
A sphinx cat runs over. It flops down on his feet. It looks up and meows. Its collar reads "Shrike Ocha."
He smiles and pets it. "Is that your name, or who owns you?"
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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.
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.
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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
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.
She tries to let out a scream of horror, attempting to scramble away but getting tangled in webbing
She sees the human figure shift, almost as if chuckling.
“Well, what have we here? You are not who I thought you were… silly me!” It says in this disturbing, Shrill voice. Like a little girl.
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.
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.
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.
"Why have you come here?" a palpable cloud of Nightmare energy surrounds him.
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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
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.
She tries to let out a scream of horror, attempting to scramble away but getting tangled in webbing
She sees the human figure shift, almost as if chuckling.
“Well, what have we here? You are not who I thought you were… silly me!” It says in this disturbing, Shrill voice. Like a little girl.
"Wh- who are you?" She stammers, still struggling in the webbing.
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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.
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.
"Why have you come here?" a palpable cloud of Nightmare energy surrounds him.
He doesn’t seem to notice the cloud, looking down at them with warm eyes behind his sunglasses, “Nightmare energy, perfect. Just what I expected.”
They purr loudly, closing their eyes. Their collar reads: "Shrive Ocha; return to Chunklo's Cat Cafe if found," followed by an address.
He mutters the name back into himself before picking his briefcase back up. Holding the cat under his arm and beginning to walk them there.
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.
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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.
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.
"Why have you come here?" a palpable cloud of Nightmare energy surrounds him.
He doesn’t seem to notice the cloud, looking down at them with warm eyes behind his sunglasses, “Nightmare energy, perfect. Just what I expected.”
"Yes, but why have you come here?" he gets a bit frustrated, and now holds a syringe
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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
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.
She tries to let out a scream of horror, attempting to scramble away but getting tangled in webbing
She sees the human figure shift, almost as if chuckling.
“Well, what have we here? You are not who I thought you were… silly me!” It says in this disturbing, Shrill voice. Like a little girl.
"Wh- who are you?" She stammers, still struggling in the webbing.
it chuckles, causing tremors in the webs. “I think there are more pressing matters to attend to, dearie. Like, for example, who are you? And why did you rob me of the pleasure of devouring that poor, poor drunkard, darling?” The creature leans down and boops her on the nose with an extended, human hand.
They purr loudly, closing their eyes. Their collar reads: "Shrive Ocha; return to Chunklo's Cat Cafe if found," followed by an address.
He mutters the name back into himself before picking his briefcase back up. Holding the cat under his arm and beginning to walk them there.
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.
A sphinx cat runs over. It flops down on his feet. It looks up and meows. Its collar reads "Shrike Ocha."
He smiles and pets it. "Is that your name, or who owns you?"
(Is River a Nightmare or a human?)
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.
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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..."
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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.
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
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He mutters the name back into himself before picking his briefcase back up. Holding the cat under his arm and beginning to walk them there.
She tries to let out a scream of horror, attempting to scramble away but getting tangled in webbing
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
*into River's office?*
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
A sphinx cat runs over. It flops down on his feet. It looks up and meows. Its collar reads "Shrike Ocha."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Into River’s office, unless you want him to be somewhere else.*
He smiles and pets it. "Is that your name, or who owns you?"
Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined.
>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
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.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She sees the human figure shift, almost as if chuckling.
“Well, what have we here? You are not who I thought you were… silly me!” It says in this disturbing, Shrill voice. Like a little girl.
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?“
"Why have you come here?" a palpable cloud of Nightmare energy surrounds him.
Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined.
>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
"Wh- who are you?" She stammers, still struggling in the webbing.
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 doesn’t seem to notice the cloud, looking down at them with warm eyes behind his sunglasses, “Nightmare energy, perfect. Just what I expected.”
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.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Yes, but why have you come here?" he gets a bit frustrated, and now holds a syringe
Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined.
>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
it chuckles, causing tremors in the webs. “I think there are more pressing matters to attend to, dearie. Like, for example, who are you? And why did you rob me of the pleasure of devouring that poor, poor drunkard, darling?” The creature leans down and boops her on the nose with an extended, human hand.
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.
(Is River a Nightmare or a human?)
Upon closer inspection, the cat's collar also reads "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.
(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.
Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined.
>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
She continues to struggle, saying "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to steal from you... but eating people isn't very cool..."
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
*Hola mi amigos*
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”