The strange woman starts to break down and sob, saying "No please! Don't hurt me! I'm sorry!"
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Thew finds himself at the computer lab again, probably having some online argument or researching about recent snallygaster sightings. (Those nasty things). It’s getting late, and there is little light in the room. Doors are closed, the lights are dimmed. He hears a strange… tap tap tapping coming from right above him.
Thew is in the middle of collating his own thread dedicated to the Mall Ghoul, when he hears the tapping. He wheels around on his spinning chair, and nearly hits his can of Sierra Mist of the desk with his elbow as he flies round. He curses, but breathes a sigh of relief, as spilling soda in here would have been the literal end of the world for him. Drinks aren't usually allowed by the computers, but since Thew comes in so often, he's found he can get past that when alone, however he's always wary not to get himself kicked out, since that would be a death sentence in his world. He looks around to see if he can identify the source of the tapping.
It’s coming from the ceiling, somewhere-… the vent. There’s a sudden flash, a lighter, in the vent. It goes out, but it seems that whatever is up there has lit a cigarette.
”you’ve been here a while, haven’t you, kid?” It says. Or well, not whatever is in the vent. The voice is coming from in front of him. Or from the door… or the window? He can’t tell.
'Uhh...uhh...yeah, I've been here a couple hours now...how long have you been here? And who are you? Unauthorised adults aren't allowed on school premises y'know, I-I could report you!' His voices rises as he confronts the locationless, faceless voice, but is evidently very scared.
The car seems to sit in place. It doesn’t follow you. You walk quickly and put a good deal of distance between us. And then you hear far behind you the revving of an engine and the sound of that engine growing closer to you. He was just giving you a head start. The road is long and straight. There are a few side roads, but they lead away from your house.
Thew slaps his forehead with his palm and says 'God...I wasn't looking where I was going at all...' He looks behind him and squints through his glasses to try and get a read on the approaching driver. He's trying to see if he looks as if he's in an agreeable mood, so that Thew can just apologise and talk his way back to his street, or if he should just start running. It's one of the hardest decisions he's made in a while: what will he have to tackle? His social anxiety, or exercise?
The headlights prevent you from seeing the driver. But it does look like the car is picking up speed. It’s picking up a lot of speed and it is doing it very quickly. You hear the lyrics of the song playing over the throbbing base and you can see a big black heart painted onto the hood of the car:
Deer in headlights… Rubber on road bites… Oil and blood stains… Savor those growing pains… You can’t run, you can’t hide… We can see your heart inside…
The strange woman starts to break down and sob, saying "No please! Don't hurt me! I'm sorry!"
The girl pauses.
”I’m-… I’m sorry-… I thought you were going to?…” she stutters, taking a few steps back.
"I'm not a threat... Please, I'm sorry..."
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Thew finds himself at the computer lab again, probably having some online argument or researching about recent snallygaster sightings. (Those nasty things). It’s getting late, and there is little light in the room. Doors are closed, the lights are dimmed. He hears a strange… tap tap tapping coming from right above him.
Thew is in the middle of collating his own thread dedicated to the Mall Ghoul, when he hears the tapping. He wheels around on his spinning chair, and nearly hits his can of Sierra Mist of the desk with his elbow as he flies round. He curses, but breathes a sigh of relief, as spilling soda in here would have been the literal end of the world for him. Drinks aren't usually allowed by the computers, but since Thew comes in so often, he's found he can get past that when alone, however he's always wary not to get himself kicked out, since that would be a death sentence in his world. He looks around to see if he can identify the source of the tapping.
It’s coming from the ceiling, somewhere-… the vent. There’s a sudden flash, a lighter, in the vent. It goes out, but it seems that whatever is up there has lit a cigarette.
”you’ve been here a while, haven’t you, kid?” It says. Or well, not whatever is in the vent. The voice is coming from in front of him. Or from the door… or the window? He can’t tell.
'Uhh...uhh...yeah, I've been here a couple hours now...how long have you been here? And who are you? Unauthorised adults aren't allowed on school premises y'know, I-I could report you!' His voices rises as he confronts the locationless, faceless voice, but is evidently very scared.
In a single moment, the thing in the vent scuttles forth into the room. (What’s Thew’s paranormal filter?) it’s much too large to fit in the vent, yet simultaneously… Thew has a hard time observing it. He knows it’s there, he knows it is moving, and it is very, very fast. It’s… head leans over his shoulder, and it whispers in his ear. Thew can sense that this thing… whatever it is, is utterly enormous. Yet it’s almost silent.
”I wouldn’t do that If I were you… they wouldn’t find anything… and it’d be a shame if you were banned from this place… from, I don’t know… breaking a computer?”
The car seems to sit in place. It doesn’t follow you. You walk quickly and put a good deal of distance between us. And then you hear far behind you the revving of an engine and the sound of that engine growing closer to you. He was just giving you a head start. The road is long and straight. There are a few side roads, but they lead away from your house.
Thew slaps his forehead with his palm and says 'God...I wasn't looking where I was going at all...' He looks behind him and squints through his glasses to try and get a read on the approaching driver. He's trying to see if he looks as if he's in an agreeable mood, so that Thew can just apologise and talk his way back to his street, or if he should just start running. It's one of the hardest decisions he's made in a while: what will he have to tackle? His social anxiety, or exercise?
The headlights prevent you from seeing the driver. But it does look like the car is picking up speed. It’s picking up a lot of speed and it is doing it very quickly. You hear the lyrics of the song playing over the throbbing base and you can see a big black heart painted onto the hood of the car:
Deer in headlights… Rubber on road bites… Oil and blood stains… Savor those growing pains… You can’t run, you can’t hide… We can see your heart inside…
'Ah screw it!' Thew turns on his heel, and instead of running straight, bolts to the pavement, through a flowerbed, and vaults over a low garden fence. He then quickly runs across to the other side of the back yard, this time just climbing over the neighbouring fence as he fully lost his breath and energy from that last big jump, before continuing to do the same again, staying parallel along the road, sneaking through garden after garden, tracking the music to try and discern if he's past the car yet. He's fully expecting that whoever the nutter behind the wheel is, they won't chase him through fences and gardens, so he can just walk around it and back to where he needs to be.
The strange woman starts to break down and sob, saying "No please! Don't hurt me! I'm sorry!"
The girl pauses.
”I’m-… I’m sorry-… I thought you were going to?…” she stutters, taking a few steps back.
"I'm not a threat... Please, I'm sorry..."
She lowers her knife. “Who… who are you?…”
"I'm Melissa... Melissa Anderson... I- I am a guitarist for a band. But then- I was walking home, and-... I was badly hurt, by a man with a knife. I woke up, finally, after a long time of sleeping." She pauses, then asks "What year is it?"
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The strange woman starts to break down and sob, saying "No please! Don't hurt me! I'm sorry!"
The girl pauses.
”I’m-… I’m sorry-… I thought you were going to?…” she stutters, taking a few steps back.
"I'm not a threat... Please, I'm sorry..."
She lowers her knife. “Who… who are you?…”
"I'm Melissa... Melissa Anderson... I- I am a guitarist for a band. But then- I was walking home, and-... I was badly hurt, by a man with a knife. I woke up, finally, after a long time of sleeping." She pauses, then asks "What year is it?"
The strange woman starts to break down and sob, saying "No please! Don't hurt me! I'm sorry!"
The girl pauses.
”I’m-… I’m sorry-… I thought you were going to?…” she stutters, taking a few steps back.
"I'm not a threat... Please, I'm sorry..."
She lowers her knife. “Who… who are you?…”
"I'm Melissa... Melissa Anderson... I- I am a guitarist for a band. But then- I was walking home, and-... I was badly hurt, by a man with a knife. I woke up, finally, after a long time of sleeping." She pauses, then asks "What year is it?"
“…2003?”
"Wait..." she pulls out a notepad, and says "you mean it's not 1992?!"
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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.
Thew finds himself at the computer lab again, probably having some online argument or researching about recent snallygaster sightings. (Those nasty things). It’s getting late, and there is little light in the room. Doors are closed, the lights are dimmed. He hears a strange… tap tap tapping coming from right above him.
Thew is in the middle of collating his own thread dedicated to the Mall Ghoul, when he hears the tapping. He wheels around on his spinning chair, and nearly hits his can of Sierra Mist of the desk with his elbow as he flies round. He curses, but breathes a sigh of relief, as spilling soda in here would have been the literal end of the world for him. Drinks aren't usually allowed by the computers, but since Thew comes in so often, he's found he can get past that when alone, however he's always wary not to get himself kicked out, since that would be a death sentence in his world. He looks around to see if he can identify the source of the tapping.
It’s coming from the ceiling, somewhere-… the vent. There’s a sudden flash, a lighter, in the vent. It goes out, but it seems that whatever is up there has lit a cigarette.
”you’ve been here a while, haven’t you, kid?” It says. Or well, not whatever is in the vent. The voice is coming from in front of him. Or from the door… or the window? He can’t tell.
'Uhh...uhh...yeah, I've been here a couple hours now...how long have you been here? And who are you? Unauthorised adults aren't allowed on school premises y'know, I-I could report you!' His voices rises as he confronts the locationless, faceless voice, but is evidently very scared.
In a single moment, the thing in the vent scuttles forth into the room. (What’s Thew’s paranormal filter?) it’s much too large to fit in the vent, yet simultaneously… Thew has a hard time observing it. He knows it’s there, he knows it is moving, and it is very, very fast. It’s… head leans over his shoulder, and it whispers in his ear. Thew can sense that this thing… whatever it is, is utterly enormous. Yet it’s almost silent.
”I wouldn’t do that If I were you… they wouldn’t find anything… and it’d be a shame if you were banned from this place… from, I don’t know… breaking a computer?”
[He's got a 7 paranormal filter, and a 3 for spiritual sensitivity!]
Thew's breath catches in his throat, and he mutters 'N-no, that would be awful...and uh, I think to avoid that, I'll be heading home now...if you don't mind...' His fight or flight instinct has fully kicked in at this point, and he's more than prepared to bolt it out the lab, but holds steady to see if these hulking invisible figure wants anything from him. If he moves slow and listens to whatever this thing is, he can get out just fine, and still have an excellent discussion point for the forums later.
The strange woman starts to break down and sob, saying "No please! Don't hurt me! I'm sorry!"
The girl pauses.
”I’m-… I’m sorry-… I thought you were going to?…” she stutters, taking a few steps back.
"I'm not a threat... Please, I'm sorry..."
She lowers her knife. “Who… who are you?…”
"I'm Melissa... Melissa Anderson... I- I am a guitarist for a band. But then- I was walking home, and-... I was badly hurt, by a man with a knife. I woke up, finally, after a long time of sleeping." She pauses, then asks "What year is it?"
“…2003?”
"Wait..." she pulls out a notepad, and says "you mean it's not 1992?!"
“Oh my God-… if you’ve really-… uh, you might want to talk to someone about that…”
"Wait wait... no... wait... i've been sleeping for 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.
Thew finds himself at the computer lab again, probably having some online argument or researching about recent snallygaster sightings. (Those nasty things). It’s getting late, and there is little light in the room. Doors are closed, the lights are dimmed. He hears a strange… tap tap tapping coming from right above him.
Thew is in the middle of collating his own thread dedicated to the Mall Ghoul, when he hears the tapping. He wheels around on his spinning chair, and nearly hits his can of Sierra Mist of the desk with his elbow as he flies round. He curses, but breathes a sigh of relief, as spilling soda in here would have been the literal end of the world for him. Drinks aren't usually allowed by the computers, but since Thew comes in so often, he's found he can get past that when alone, however he's always wary not to get himself kicked out, since that would be a death sentence in his world. He looks around to see if he can identify the source of the tapping.
It’s coming from the ceiling, somewhere-… the vent. There’s a sudden flash, a lighter, in the vent. It goes out, but it seems that whatever is up there has lit a cigarette.
”you’ve been here a while, haven’t you, kid?” It says. Or well, not whatever is in the vent. The voice is coming from in front of him. Or from the door… or the window? He can’t tell.
'Uhh...uhh...yeah, I've been here a couple hours now...how long have you been here? And who are you? Unauthorised adults aren't allowed on school premises y'know, I-I could report you!' His voices rises as he confronts the locationless, faceless voice, but is evidently very scared.
In a single moment, the thing in the vent scuttles forth into the room. (What’s Thew’s paranormal filter?) it’s much too large to fit in the vent, yet simultaneously… Thew has a hard time observing it. He knows it’s there, he knows it is moving, and it is very, very fast. It’s… head leans over his shoulder, and it whispers in his ear. Thew can sense that this thing… whatever it is, is utterly enormous. Yet it’s almost silent.
”I wouldn’t do that If I were you… they wouldn’t find anything… and it’d be a shame if you were banned from this place… from, I don’t know… breaking a computer?”
[He's got a 7 paranormal filter, and a 3 for spiritual sensitivity!]
Thew's breath catches in his throat, and he mutters 'N-no, that would be awful...and uh, I think to avoid that, I'll be heading home now...if you don't mind...' His fight or flight instinct has fully kicked in at this point, and he's more than prepared to bolt it out the lab, but holds steady to see if these hulking invisible figure wants anything from him. If he moves slow and listens to whatever this thing is, he can get out just fine, and still have an excellent discussion point for the forums later.
“Mm… soon, darling dear. But first off, if I remember correctly, you have been looking for something… a certain ghoul at a certain Mall, correct? Well, a little birdie told me that the authorities are lookin’ to exterminate the poor thing before any poor, poor intellectuals- such as yourself, can prove its existence. Tomorrow night, I believe.”
(alright! This thing has a current dark energy of 4, but that’s not its max.)
"Wait wait... no... wait... i've been sleeping for 11 years?!"
“I… don’t know what to tell you… were you in the hospital all that time?”
"I don't know... but when I woke up I didn't know where I was. It was dark..."
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The strange woman starts to break down and sob, saying "No please! Don't hurt me! I'm sorry!"
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
The girl pauses.
”I’m-… I’m sorry-… I thought you were going to?…” she stutters, taking a few steps back.
'Uhh...uhh...yeah, I've been here a couple hours now...how long have you been here? And who are you? Unauthorised adults aren't allowed on school premises y'know, I-I could report you!' His voices rises as he confronts the locationless, faceless voice, but is evidently very scared.
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!
The headlights prevent you from seeing the driver. But it does look like the car is picking up speed. It’s picking up a lot of speed and it is doing it very quickly. You hear the lyrics of the song playing over the throbbing base and you can see a big black heart painted onto the hood of the car:
Deer in headlights… Rubber on road bites… Oil and blood stains… Savor those growing pains… You can’t run, you can’t hide… We can see your heart inside…
"I'm not a threat... Please, I'm sorry..."
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
In a single moment, the thing in the vent scuttles forth into the room. (What’s Thew’s paranormal filter?) it’s much too large to fit in the vent, yet simultaneously… Thew has a hard time observing it. He knows it’s there, he knows it is moving, and it is very, very fast. It’s… head leans over his shoulder, and it whispers in his ear. Thew can sense that this thing… whatever it is, is utterly enormous. Yet it’s almost silent.
”I wouldn’t do that If I were you… they wouldn’t find anything… and it’d be a shame if you were banned from this place… from, I don’t know… breaking a computer?”
*Anyone wanna RP?*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
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Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
She lowers her knife. “Who… who are you?…”
'Ah screw it!' Thew turns on his heel, and instead of running straight, bolts to the pavement, through a flowerbed, and vaults over a low garden fence. He then quickly runs across to the other side of the back yard, this time just climbing over the neighbouring fence as he fully lost his breath and energy from that last big jump, before continuing to do the same again, staying parallel along the road, sneaking through garden after garden, tracking the music to try and discern if he's past the car yet. He's fully expecting that whoever the nutter behind the wheel is, they won't chase him through fences and gardens, so he can just walk around it and back to where he needs to be.
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'm Melissa... Melissa Anderson... I- I am a guitarist for a band. But then- I was walking home, and-... I was badly hurt, by a man with a knife. I woke up, finally, after a long time of sleeping." She pauses, then asks "What year is it?"
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
“…2003?”
"Wait..." she pulls out a notepad, and says "you mean it's not 1992?!"
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's got a 7 paranormal filter, and a 3 for spiritual sensitivity!]
Thew's breath catches in his throat, and he mutters 'N-no, that would be awful...and uh, I think to avoid that, I'll be heading home now...if you don't mind...' His fight or flight instinct has fully kicked in at this point, and he's more than prepared to bolt it out the lab, but holds steady to see if these hulking invisible figure wants anything from him. If he moves slow and listens to whatever this thing is, he can get out just fine, and still have an excellent discussion point for the forums later.
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!
“Oh my God-… if you’ve really-… uh, you might want to talk to someone about that…”
"Wait wait... no... wait... i've been sleeping for 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
“Mm… soon, darling dear. But first off, if I remember correctly, you have been looking for something… a certain ghoul at a certain Mall, correct? Well, a little birdie told me that the authorities are lookin’ to exterminate the poor thing before any poor, poor intellectuals- such as yourself, can prove its existence. Tomorrow night, I believe.”
(alright! This thing has a current dark energy of 4, but that’s not its max.)
“I… don’t know what to tell you… were you in the hospital all that time?”
"I don't know... but when I woke up I didn't know where I was. It was dark..."
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 can’t be right... do you have somewhere to stay?”
*Pls someone... anyone wanna RP?*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.