A guy in a filthy hazmat suit covered in glowing green goo is walking around nearby. In his hand, there is a hunting rifle
He enters the bar. 'Hello there. Is there a place to stay in this town? And may I see the drinks menu?' His voice is muffled from his hazmat suit
Jared looks pretty weirded out, uncomfortably handing him a menu. “There’s a hotel a few streets down. The Willow. You doing all right?”
'Uh, yeah, absolutely. I'm a paranormalist, from New York, I've come to investigate some of the, you know, goings-on around these parts. I'll have the house red wine, please'
A sticker stuck on the visor of his suit reads 'Hello My Name Is Iago😈 '
A small crack in the wall of the bar allows the small skeleton octopus to sneak in. It looks at the green goop on the hazmat suit with interest.
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A guy in a filthy hazmat suit covered in glowing green goo is walking around nearby. In his hand, there is a hunting rifle
He enters the bar. 'Hello there. Is there a place to stay in this town? And may I see the drinks menu?' His voice is muffled from his hazmat suit
Jared looks pretty weirded out, uncomfortably handing him a menu. “There’s a hotel a few streets down. The Willow. You doing all right?”
'Uh, yeah, absolutely. I'm a paranormalist, from New York, I've come to investigate some of the, you know, goings-on around these parts. I'll have the house red wine, please'
A sticker stuck on the visor of his suit reads 'Hello My Name Is Iago😈 '
He sighs. “Great, a New Yorker. Uh, stay away from the sewers, don’t go hitchhiking, and if someone see’s a Snallygaster, run. That’ll keep you mostly safe here.” He says, pouring him a glass. “Also, avoid the old bar next door, it’s shutdown, really unsafe foundation. A kid died there a few years ago, it was a huge commotion.”
A small crack in the wall of the bar allows the small skeleton octopus to sneak in. It looks at the green goop on the hazmat suit with interest.
'Oh, why, how fascinating! What an adorable little guy. Are you one of these Nightmares I have been hearing so much about?'
The octopus launches itself at his face, landing directly in the middle. You feel the very uncomfortable sensation of chilling invisible suckers creeping across your face as it crawls to the nearest patch of goop.
*what does the goo taste like, and would he be scared by Squelp?*
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A guy in a filthy hazmat suit covered in glowing green goo is walking around nearby. In his hand, there is a hunting rifle
He enters the bar. 'Hello there. Is there a place to stay in this town? And may I see the drinks menu?' His voice is muffled from his hazmat suit
Jared looks pretty weirded out, uncomfortably handing him a menu. “There’s a hotel a few streets down. The Willow. You doing all right?”
'Uh, yeah, absolutely. I'm a paranormalist, from New York, I've come to investigate some of the, you know, goings-on around these parts. I'll have the house red wine, please'
A sticker stuck on the visor of his suit reads 'Hello My Name Is Iago😈 '
He sighs. “Great, a New Yorker. Uh, stay away from the sewers, don’t go hitchhiking, and if someone see’s a Snallygaster, run. That’ll keep you mostly safe here.” He says, pouring him a glass. “Also, avoid the old bar next door, it’s shutdown, really unsafe foundation. A kid died there a few years ago, it was a huge commotion.”
'Well, what if I told you I'd already broken one of your rules? Safety may be important, but I'm not here to take pictures of the scenery. I'm here for the horrors.'
His voice sounds pretty confident, though you can't see his face because of the shiny, near-opaque visor
A small crack in the wall of the bar allows the small skeleton octopus to sneak in. It looks at the green goop on the hazmat suit with interest.
'Oh, why, how fascinating! What an adorable little guy. Are you one of these Nightmares I have been hearing so much about?'
The octopus launches itself at his face, landing directly in the middle. You feel the very uncomfortable sensation of chilling invisible suckers creeping across your face as it crawls to the nearest patch of goop.
*what does the goo taste like, and would he be scared by Squelp?*
I suddenly look across the room at the giant octopus leaping onto a mans head.
A guy in a filthy hazmat suit covered in glowing green goo is walking around nearby. In his hand, there is a hunting rifle
He enters the bar. 'Hello there. Is there a place to stay in this town? And may I see the drinks menu?' His voice is muffled from his hazmat suit
Jared looks pretty weirded out, uncomfortably handing him a menu. “There’s a hotel a few streets down. The Willow. You doing all right?”
'Uh, yeah, absolutely. I'm a paranormalist, from New York, I've come to investigate some of the, you know, goings-on around these parts. I'll have the house red wine, please'
A sticker stuck on the visor of his suit reads 'Hello My Name Is Iago😈 '
He sighs. “Great, a New Yorker. Uh, stay away from the sewers, don’t go hitchhiking, and if someone see’s a Snallygaster, run. That’ll keep you mostly safe here.” He says, pouring him a glass. “Also, avoid the old bar next door, it’s shutdown, really unsafe foundation. A kid died there a few years ago, it was a huge commotion.”
'Well, what if I told you I'd already broken one of your rules? Safety may be important, but I'm not here to take pictures of the scenery. I'm here for the horrors.'
His voice sounds pretty confident, though you can't see his face because of the shiny, near-opaque visor
“God-… you’re gonna die here. You know that, right?”
A small crack in the wall of the bar allows the small skeleton octopus to sneak in. It looks at the green goop on the hazmat suit with interest.
'Oh, why, how fascinating! What an adorable little guy. Are you one of these Nightmares I have been hearing so much about?'
The octopus launches itself at his face, landing directly in the middle. You feel the very uncomfortable sensation of chilling invisible suckers creeping across your face as it crawls to the nearest patch of goop.
*what does the goo taste like, and would he be scared by Squelp?*
*The goo would be pretty nasty. He makes a loud shout, as if he is surprised*
A guy in a filthy hazmat suit covered in glowing green goo is walking around nearby. In his hand, there is a hunting rifle
He enters the bar. 'Hello there. Is there a place to stay in this town? And may I see the drinks menu?' His voice is muffled from his hazmat suit
Jared looks pretty weirded out, uncomfortably handing him a menu. “There’s a hotel a few streets down. The Willow. You doing all right?”
'Uh, yeah, absolutely. I'm a paranormalist, from New York, I've come to investigate some of the, you know, goings-on around these parts. I'll have the house red wine, please'
A sticker stuck on the visor of his suit reads 'Hello My Name Is Iago😈 '
He sighs. “Great, a New Yorker. Uh, stay away from the sewers, don’t go hitchhiking, and if someone see’s a Snallygaster, run. That’ll keep you mostly safe here.” He says, pouring him a glass. “Also, avoid the old bar next door, it’s shutdown, really unsafe foundation. A kid died there a few years ago, it was a huge commotion.”
'Well, what if I told you I'd already broken one of your rules? Safety may be important, but I'm not here to take pictures of the scenery. I'm here for the horrors.'
His voice sounds pretty confident, though you can't see his face because of the shiny, near-opaque visor
“God-… you’re gonna die here. You know that, right?”
'What makes you say that? I might not be as weak as I look.'
A guy in a filthy hazmat suit covered in glowing green goo is walking around nearby. In his hand, there is a hunting rifle
He enters the bar. 'Hello there. Is there a place to stay in this town? And may I see the drinks menu?' His voice is muffled from his hazmat suit
Jared looks pretty weirded out, uncomfortably handing him a menu. “There’s a hotel a few streets down. The Willow. You doing all right?”
'Uh, yeah, absolutely. I'm a paranormalist, from New York, I've come to investigate some of the, you know, goings-on around these parts. I'll have the house red wine, please'
A sticker stuck on the visor of his suit reads 'Hello My Name Is Iago😈 '
He sighs. “Great, a New Yorker. Uh, stay away from the sewers, don’t go hitchhiking, and if someone see’s a Snallygaster, run. That’ll keep you mostly safe here.” He says, pouring him a glass. “Also, avoid the old bar next door, it’s shutdown, really unsafe foundation. A kid died there a few years ago, it was a huge commotion.”
'Well, what if I told you I'd already broken one of your rules? Safety may be important, but I'm not here to take pictures of the scenery. I'm here for the horrors.'
His voice sounds pretty confident, though you can't see his face because of the shiny, near-opaque visor
“God-… you’re gonna die here. You know that, right?”
'What makes you say that? I might not be as weak as I look.'
“Just… be careful, alright? Pretty sure there’s some sort of… serial killer out there. Or a couple.”
A guy in a filthy hazmat suit covered in glowing green goo is walking around nearby. In his hand, there is a hunting rifle
He enters the bar. 'Hello there. Is there a place to stay in this town? And may I see the drinks menu?' His voice is muffled from his hazmat suit
Jared looks pretty weirded out, uncomfortably handing him a menu. “There’s a hotel a few streets down. The Willow. You doing all right?”
'Uh, yeah, absolutely. I'm a paranormalist, from New York, I've come to investigate some of the, you know, goings-on around these parts. I'll have the house red wine, please'
A sticker stuck on the visor of his suit reads 'Hello My Name Is Iago😈 '
He sighs. “Great, a New Yorker. Uh, stay away from the sewers, don’t go hitchhiking, and if someone see’s a Snallygaster, run. That’ll keep you mostly safe here.” He says, pouring him a glass. “Also, avoid the old bar next door, it’s shutdown, really unsafe foundation. A kid died there a few years ago, it was a huge commotion.”
'Well, what if I told you I'd already broken one of your rules? Safety may be important, but I'm not here to take pictures of the scenery. I'm here for the horrors.'
His voice sounds pretty confident, though you can't see his face because of the shiny, near-opaque visor
“God-… you’re gonna die here. You know that, right?”
'What makes you say that? I might not be as weak as I look.'
“Just… be careful, alright? Pretty sure there’s some sort of… serial killer out there. Or a couple.”
'Serial killer? That wouldn't be good, now, would it? Yes... nobody wants a serial killer on the loose. I've heard there are all kinds of awful things around here, the last thing we'd need is a serial killer'
A guy in a filthy hazmat suit covered in glowing green goo is walking around nearby. In his hand, there is a hunting rifle
He enters the bar. 'Hello there. Is there a place to stay in this town? And may I see the drinks menu?' His voice is muffled from his hazmat suit
Jared looks pretty weirded out, uncomfortably handing him a menu. “There’s a hotel a few streets down. The Willow. You doing all right?”
'Uh, yeah, absolutely. I'm a paranormalist, from New York, I've come to investigate some of the, you know, goings-on around these parts. I'll have the house red wine, please'
A sticker stuck on the visor of his suit reads 'Hello My Name Is Iago😈 '
He sighs. “Great, a New Yorker. Uh, stay away from the sewers, don’t go hitchhiking, and if someone see’s a Snallygaster, run. That’ll keep you mostly safe here.” He says, pouring him a glass. “Also, avoid the old bar next door, it’s shutdown, really unsafe foundation. A kid died there a few years ago, it was a huge commotion.”
'Well, what if I told you I'd already broken one of your rules? Safety may be important, but I'm not here to take pictures of the scenery. I'm here for the horrors.'
His voice sounds pretty confident, though you can't see his face because of the shiny, near-opaque visor
“God-… you’re gonna die here. You know that, right?”
'What makes you say that? I might not be as weak as I look.'
“Just… be careful, alright? Pretty sure there’s some sort of… serial killer out there. Or a couple.”
'Serial killer? That wouldn't be good, now, would it? Yes... nobody wants a serial killer on the loose. I've heard there are all kinds of awful things around here, the last thing we'd need is a serial killer'
“They’re mostly just rumors, far as I know-… the people here can get a bit kooky-… and there’s been a couple of missin’ people recently.”
A guy in a filthy hazmat suit covered in glowing green goo is walking around nearby. In his hand, there is a hunting rifle
He enters the bar. 'Hello there. Is there a place to stay in this town? And may I see the drinks menu?' His voice is muffled from his hazmat suit
Jared looks pretty weirded out, uncomfortably handing him a menu. “There’s a hotel a few streets down. The Willow. You doing all right?”
'Uh, yeah, absolutely. I'm a paranormalist, from New York, I've come to investigate some of the, you know, goings-on around these parts. I'll have the house red wine, please'
A sticker stuck on the visor of his suit reads 'Hello My Name Is Iago😈 '
He sighs. “Great, a New Yorker. Uh, stay away from the sewers, don’t go hitchhiking, and if someone see’s a Snallygaster, run. That’ll keep you mostly safe here.” He says, pouring him a glass. “Also, avoid the old bar next door, it’s shutdown, really unsafe foundation. A kid died there a few years ago, it was a huge commotion.”
'Well, what if I told you I'd already broken one of your rules? Safety may be important, but I'm not here to take pictures of the scenery. I'm here for the horrors.'
His voice sounds pretty confident, though you can't see his face because of the shiny, near-opaque visor
“God-… you’re gonna die here. You know that, right?”
'What makes you say that? I might not be as weak as I look.'
“Just… be careful, alright? Pretty sure there’s some sort of… serial killer out there. Or a couple.”
'Serial killer? That wouldn't be good, now, would it? Yes... nobody wants a serial killer on the loose. I've heard there are all kinds of awful things around here, the last thing we'd need is a serial killer'
I look at Hazmat Guy, “You’re saying Serial Killer a lot…” I narrow my eyes at him.
It is a mostly normal hotel. :>
'Uh, yeah, absolutely. I'm a paranormalist, from New York, I've come to investigate some of the, you know, goings-on around these parts. I'll have the house red wine, please'
A sticker stuck on the visor of his suit reads 'Hello My Name Is Iago😈 '
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A small crack in the wall of the bar allows the small skeleton octopus to sneak in. It looks at the green goop on the hazmat suit with interest.
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I stop at the door as Hazmat Guy walks in, confusion all over my face.
*Do we get spells to use?*
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'Oh, why, how fascinating! What an adorable little guy. Are you one of these Nightmares I have been hearing so much about?'
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He sighs. “Great, a New Yorker. Uh, stay away from the sewers, don’t go hitchhiking, and if someone see’s a Snallygaster, run. That’ll keep you mostly safe here.” He says, pouring him a glass. “Also, avoid the old bar next door, it’s shutdown, really unsafe foundation. A kid died there a few years ago, it was a huge commotion.”
'Good evening'
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“Good evening, mind if I ask why you have a Hazmat suit on?”
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The octopus launches itself at his face, landing directly in the middle. You feel the very uncomfortable sensation of chilling invisible suckers creeping across your face as it crawls to the nearest patch of goop.
*what does the goo taste like, and would he be scared by Squelp?*
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'Well, what if I told you I'd already broken one of your rules? Safety may be important, but I'm not here to take pictures of the scenery. I'm here for the horrors.'
His voice sounds pretty confident, though you can't see his face because of the shiny, near-opaque visor
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'As a paranormal investigator, safety is my number one priority. That, and keeping nice and dry and clean. We're not savages, you know'
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I suddenly look across the room at the giant octopus leaping onto a mans head.
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“God-… you’re gonna die here. You know that, right?”
“Ah, I see. My name is Chungar, what’s yours?”
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*The goo would be pretty nasty. He makes a loud shout, as if he is surprised*
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'What makes you say that? I might not be as weak as I look.'
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“Just… be careful, alright? Pretty sure there’s some sort of… serial killer out there. Or a couple.”
'Serial killer? That wouldn't be good, now, would it? Yes... nobody wants a serial killer on the loose. I've heard there are all kinds of awful things around here, the last thing we'd need is a serial killer'
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“They’re mostly just rumors, far as I know-… the people here can get a bit kooky-… and there’s been a couple of missin’ people recently.”
I look at Hazmat Guy, “You’re saying Serial Killer a lot…” I narrow my eyes at him.
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