"So it's a game to you? Heh, you really are despicable." She smiles with her mask, before driving the needle's point into his arm. The needle goes deep enough to hit bone, and continues a little ways longer until it touches the marrow. Obviously, this hurts a lot.
'You could say that, yes. But it's a game I was born to play. As natural as breathing. You'd be good at it, you know'
"I probably would be. I mean, how else would I have caught you so quickly?" She prepares another needle. "As quick as it was, you were fun to hunt. I imagine Charlie'll be fun too. Never been in a car chase before."
'I'm glad I was fun to hunt. That's half the point. Good luck with Charlie, he's faster than I could ever be.'
"Oh, I know that- that is the whole point of a car, after all." The second needle finds purchase in his hand, again stabbing into bone. "Fun is only half the point, hmm? Then what's the other half? Killing just because you can?"
'I suppose so. Why not? Gratuitous killing drives the moralists crazy. Don't they know that their rules are pure fiction?'
'You could say that, yes. But it's a game I was born to play. As natural as breathing. You'd be good at it, you know'
"I probably would be. I mean, how else would I have caught you so quickly?" She prepares another needle. "As quick as it was, you were fun to hunt. I imagine Charlie'll be fun too. Never been in a car chase before."
'I'm glad I was fun to hunt. That's half the point. Good luck with Charlie, he's faster than I could ever be.'
"Oh, I know that- that is the whole point of a car, after all." The second needle finds purchase in his hand, again stabbing into bone. "Fun is only half the point, hmm? Then what's the other half? Killing just because you can?"
'I suppose so. Why not? Gratuitous killing drives the moralists crazy. Don't they know that their rules are pure fiction?'
"On that, we can agree to disagree. If the rules don't really exist, then that means there's no rules to break. Sounds awfully boring to me." She takes another needle in her hand.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
'You could say that, yes. But it's a game I was born to play. As natural as breathing. You'd be good at it, you know'
"I probably would be. I mean, how else would I have caught you so quickly?" She prepares another needle. "As quick as it was, you were fun to hunt. I imagine Charlie'll be fun too. Never been in a car chase before."
'I'm glad I was fun to hunt. That's half the point. Good luck with Charlie, he's faster than I could ever be.'
"Oh, I know that- that is the whole point of a car, after all." The second needle finds purchase in his hand, again stabbing into bone. "Fun is only half the point, hmm? Then what's the other half? Killing just because you can?"
'I suppose so. Why not? Gratuitous killing drives the moralists crazy. Don't they know that their rules are pure fiction?'
"On that, we can agree to disagree. If the rules don't really exist, then that means there's no rules to break. Sounds awfully boring to me." She takes another needle in her hand.
'Each to their own, I suppose. Where's this needle going? My eyeballs?'
'I'm glad I was fun to hunt. That's half the point. Good luck with Charlie, he's faster than I could ever be.'
"Oh, I know that- that is the whole point of a car, after all." The second needle finds purchase in his hand, again stabbing into bone. "Fun is only half the point, hmm? Then what's the other half? Killing just because you can?"
'I suppose so. Why not? Gratuitous killing drives the moralists crazy. Don't they know that their rules are pure fiction?'
"On that, we can agree to disagree. If the rules don't really exist, then that means there's no rules to break. Sounds awfully boring to me." She takes another needle in her hand.
'Each to their own, I suppose. Where's this needle going? My eyeballs?'
Her mask's smile seems to grow a touch wider, though that's likely some trick of the light. "Why, I hadn't thought of doing that... What a wonderful idea! Much thanks!" She responds in an overly cheery, almost sing-songy tone, before the needle does in fact go entirely through his right eye, where she leaves it.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
'Well played, well played. You're a monstrosity after my own heart'
"Aw, thanks!" She starts, seeming to genuinely take him calling her a monstrosity as a compliment. "Don't you worry, I won't take the other eye. I want you to see Mr. Ocha's face when he finally kills you."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
'Well played, well played. You're a monstrosity after my own heart'
"Aw, thanks!" She starts, seeming to genuinely take him calling her a monstrosity as a compliment. "Don't you worry, I won't take the other eye. I want you to see Mr. Ocha's face when he finally kills you."
'Again. brilliant. You have a good mind for this line of work. Would you like these?' He draws a pair of red sunglasses from his pocket
'Well played, well played. You're a monstrosity after my own heart'
"Aw, thanks!" She starts, seeming to genuinely take him calling her a monstrosity as a compliment. "Don't you worry, I won't take the other eye. I want you to see Mr. Ocha's face when he finally kills you."
'Again. brilliant. You have a good mind for this line of work. Would you like these?' He draws a pair of red sunglasses from his pocket
"...Sure, why not. Thanks again." Another of her arms gently takes the sunglasses from his hand, donning them over her mask- to be frank, it looks ridiculous. "How long have you been in this line of work?"
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
'Well played, well played. You're a monstrosity after my own heart'
"Aw, thanks!" She starts, seeming to genuinely take him calling her a monstrosity as a compliment. "Don't you worry, I won't take the other eye. I want you to see Mr. Ocha's face when he finally kills you."
'Again. brilliant. You have a good mind for this line of work. Would you like these?' He draws a pair of red sunglasses from his pocket
"...Sure, why not. Thanks again." Another of her arms gently takes the sunglasses from his hand, donning them over her mask- to be frank, it looks ridiculous. "How long have you been in this line of work?"
'Well played, well played. You're a monstrosity after my own heart'
"Aw, thanks!" She starts, seeming to genuinely take him calling her a monstrosity as a compliment. "Don't you worry, I won't take the other eye. I want you to see Mr. Ocha's face when he finally kills you."
'Again. brilliant. You have a good mind for this line of work. Would you like these?' He draws a pair of red sunglasses from his pocket
"...Sure, why not. Thanks again." Another of her arms gently takes the sunglasses from his hand, donning them over her mask- to be frank, it looks ridiculous. "How long have you been in this line of work?"
'Couple years now. Ever since I passed the test'
"The test? Is this your job?" She gasps. "Could I have been getting paid for hunting and torturing people this entire time?"
'Well played, well played. You're a monstrosity after my own heart'
"Aw, thanks!" She starts, seeming to genuinely take him calling her a monstrosity as a compliment. "Don't you worry, I won't take the other eye. I want you to see Mr. Ocha's face when he finally kills you."
'Again. brilliant. You have a good mind for this line of work. Would you like these?' He draws a pair of red sunglasses from his pocket
"...Sure, why not. Thanks again." Another of her arms gently takes the sunglasses from his hand, donning them over her mask- to be frank, it looks ridiculous. "How long have you been in this line of work?"
'Couple years now. Ever since I passed the test'
"The test? Is this your job?" She gasps. "Could I have been getting payed for hunting and torturing people this entire time?"
'I mean, you can, if you join the right branch of the intelligence services, or maybe the mafia. But this isn't strictly a regular paid position for me. I can't go back after what I did in the test, and as a reward for passing, I got all my predecessor's wealth. It was that or call the police, but then I'd be in prison too. I'd done too much to win my freedom, no way was I going to prison after all that'
*That folk tale I was talking about is called Moustower. It's about an evil bishop not fit for his clerical duties. His name was Hatto (which sounds very similar to someone else's name) and he hoarded his well and showed no compassion to the poor. There was a terrible famine in the land and when the people came begging him for food and promised them to go meet him in the silo and they would never hunger again. The poor rejoiced and when they were all gathered inside the silo, Hatto locked them in and burned it down around them. The story says he laughed at their screams and said, "Listen, the mice are screaming." A few days later though, he found that his house was overrun by mice. They ate everything in his pantry and ran amok in his home. Whenever he moved the mice would show up at his new house and torment him some more. Eventually he built an impenetrable stone tower on an island and went to hide there, glad to be free of the mice at last. But that night the rodents swam across the lake and managed to creep inside his tower and by the morning Hatto had been eaten alive.*
*yep, that honestly sounds like something Cato would do. Maybe Cato could be a descendant of that guy, it's not the first time I've connected my characters to folklore*
The Slink is sitting by the riverbank, near the entrance to his den
*yep, that honestly sounds like something Cato would do. Maybe Cato could be a descendant of that guy, it's not the first time I've connected my characters to folklore*
The Slink is sitting by the riverbank, near the entrance to his den
*I read that and immediately thought of Cato and Flint. I always enjoy finding folklore to mix into my creations.*
*I'd role-play but I have to leave soon so I probably shouldn't.*
*Nice! In a more recent D&D campaign I played at university, I played a guy called Luther Feuerstein who was from a cursed bloodline. He said his bloodline was cursed because of the evil actions of his ancestor- a bard who used his magic to kidnap children. It was the Pied Piper*
*Nice! In a more recent D&D campaign I played at university, I played a guy called Luther Feuerstein who was from a cursed bloodline. He said his bloodline was cursed because of the evil actions of his ancestor- a bard who used his magic to kidnap children. It was the Pied Piper*
*Ooh that's a cool tie in. I made a character called Punch who was is based on the Punch and Judy shows. He was a mad jester who did not walk softly but he did carry a big stick.*
'I suppose so. Why not? Gratuitous killing drives the moralists crazy. Don't they know that their rules are pure fiction?'
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"On that, we can agree to disagree. If the rules don't really exist, then that means there's no rules to break. Sounds awfully boring to me." She takes another needle in her hand.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
'Each to their own, I suppose. Where's this needle going? My eyeballs?'
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Her mask's smile seems to grow a touch wider, though that's likely some trick of the light. "Why, I hadn't thought of doing that... What a wonderful idea! Much thanks!" She responds in an overly cheery, almost sing-songy tone, before the needle does in fact go entirely through his right eye, where she leaves it.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
'Well played, well played. You're a monstrosity after my own heart'
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"Aw, thanks!" She starts, seeming to genuinely take him calling her a monstrosity as a compliment. "Don't you worry, I won't take the other eye. I want you to see Mr. Ocha's face when he finally kills you."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
'Again. brilliant. You have a good mind for this line of work. Would you like these?' He draws a pair of red sunglasses from his pocket
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"...Sure, why not. Thanks again." Another of her arms gently takes the sunglasses from his hand, donning them over her mask- to be frank, it looks ridiculous. "How long have you been in this line of work?"
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
'Couple years now. Ever since I passed the test'
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"The test? Is this your job?" She gasps. "Could I have been getting paid for hunting and torturing people this entire time?"
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
'I mean, you can, if you join the right branch of the intelligence services, or maybe the mafia. But this isn't strictly a regular paid position for me. I can't go back after what I did in the test, and as a reward for passing, I got all my predecessor's wealth. It was that or call the police, but then I'd be in prison too. I'd done too much to win my freedom, no way was I going to prison after all that'
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*hi*
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*Howdy Dutch!*
*That folk tale I was talking about is called Moustower. It's about an evil bishop not fit for his clerical duties. His name was Hatto (which sounds very similar to someone else's name) and he hoarded his well and showed no compassion to the poor. There was a terrible famine in the land and when the people came begging him for food and promised them to go meet him in the silo and they would never hunger again. The poor rejoiced and when they were all gathered inside the silo, Hatto locked them in and burned it down around them. The story says he laughed at their screams and said, "Listen, the mice are screaming." A few days later though, he found that his house was overrun by mice. They ate everything in his pantry and ran amok in his home. Whenever he moved the mice would show up at his new house and torment him some more. Eventually he built an impenetrable stone tower on an island and went to hide there, glad to be free of the mice at last. But that night the rodents swam across the lake and managed to creep inside his tower and by the morning Hatto had been eaten alive.*
*yep, that honestly sounds like something Cato would do. Maybe Cato could be a descendant of that guy, it's not the first time I've connected my characters to folklore*
The Slink is sitting by the riverbank, near the entrance to his den
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*I read that and immediately thought of Cato and Flint. I always enjoy finding folklore to mix into my creations.*
*I'd role-play but I have to leave soon so I probably shouldn't.*
*Nice! In a more recent D&D campaign I played at university, I played a guy called Luther Feuerstein who was from a cursed bloodline. He said his bloodline was cursed because of the evil actions of his ancestor- a bard who used his magic to kidnap children. It was the Pied Piper*
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*Ooh that's a cool tie in. I made a character called Punch who was is based on the Punch and Judy shows. He was a mad jester who did not walk softly but he did carry a big stick.*
*nice!*
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*anyone on?*
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*hello anyone here?*
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