Iago leaves to go the bar next door. He looks conspicuously out-of-place with his huge hazmat suit, but that doesn't bother him. He opens the door and peers into the darkness beyond
He finds a rundown, dusty bar with broken tables and chairs, and a full stock of drinks. Most surfaces are choked with cobwebs, and there are quite a few spiders everywhere, as well as a couple of rats. At the back, stairs lead up to a second floor.
the floorboards creak loudly, and seem rather unstable.
Iago grimaces at the sight of the mess and the rats, thankful for his hazmat suit. He puts down a couple of poison bait traps, in case that might catch some tarantulas. To distract himself from his disgust, he reaches for his phone, and before long, 'Feeling Good by Muse' is blasting into his earbuds. Perfection.
He pulls up one of the floorboards and looks below
The underside is also covered in cobwebs. All he sees is darkness. Flashlight? Darkness.
he hears something coming from upstairs. Scuttling. Then footsteps. Then scuttling. Then footsteps.
'Who's there?' Iago reaches for his gun, ready to fire.
The door slams shut. A record player suddenly jumps to life. It sings an old tune, seemingly from some musical.. Then a voice, coming from upstairs, starts singing with it. Singing in a melodic voice, echoing when it shouldn’t echo, almost… out of touch with reality.
”now, Billy Flynn and the Press conference rag! Notice how his mouth never moves, almost! Where’d ya come from? Mississippi! And your parents? Very wealthy! Where are they now? Six feet under! But she was granted one more start! The convent of the sacred heaaaaaart-“
'Huh? What?' Iago looks around in surprise. 'Billy who? Who goes there? I'm not scared of you. I'm a monster hunter. You can cooperate with me, or you can die.'
He tries to concentrate on his own music from his earbuds, to not get carried away by the weird record player'stune
Iago leaves to go the bar next door. He looks conspicuously out-of-place with his huge hazmat suit, but that doesn't bother him. He opens the door and peers into the darkness beyond
He finds a rundown, dusty bar with broken tables and chairs, and a full stock of drinks. Most surfaces are choked with cobwebs, and there are quite a few spiders everywhere, as well as a couple of rats. At the back, stairs lead up to a second floor.
the floorboards creak loudly, and seem rather unstable.
Iago grimaces at the sight of the mess and the rats, thankful for his hazmat suit. He puts down a couple of poison bait traps, in case that might catch some tarantulas. To distract himself from his disgust, he reaches for his phone, and before long, 'Feeling Good by Muse' is blasting into his earbuds. Perfection.
He pulls up one of the floorboards and looks below
The underside is also covered in cobwebs. All he sees is darkness. Flashlight? Darkness.
he hears something coming from upstairs. Scuttling. Then footsteps. Then scuttling. Then footsteps.
'Who's there?' Iago reaches for his gun, ready to fire.
The door slams shut. A record player suddenly jumps to life. It sings an old tune, seemingly from some musical.. Then a voice, coming from upstairs, starts singing with it. Singing in a melodic voice, echoing when it shouldn’t echo, almost… out of touch with reality.
”now, Billy Flynn and the Press conference rag! Notice how his mouth never moves, almost! Where’d ya come from? Mississippi! And your parents? Very wealthy! Where are they now? Six feet under! But she was granted one more start! The convent of the sacred heaaaaaart-“
'Huh? What?' Iago looks around in surprise. 'Billy who? Who goes there? I'm not scared of you. I'm a monster hunter. You can cooperate with me, or you can die.'
He tries to concentrate on his own music from his earbuds, to not get carried away by the weird record player'stune
“When’d you get here? Nineteen-Twenty! How old were you? Don’t remember! Then what happened? I met Amos, and he stole my heart away, convinced me to elope one day!”
he sees, descending from the stairs, a figure… (is his Paranormal filter lower than 8?) their shadow cast by a lighter in their hand. They’re lighting a cigar, still singing along to the tune.
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.
Iago leaves to go the bar next door. He looks conspicuously out-of-place with his huge hazmat suit, but that doesn't bother him. He opens the door and peers into the darkness beyond
He finds a rundown, dusty bar with broken tables and chairs, and a full stock of drinks. Most surfaces are choked with cobwebs, and there are quite a few spiders everywhere, as well as a couple of rats. At the back, stairs lead up to a second floor.
the floorboards creak loudly, and seem rather unstable.
Iago grimaces at the sight of the mess and the rats, thankful for his hazmat suit. He puts down a couple of poison bait traps, in case that might catch some tarantulas. To distract himself from his disgust, he reaches for his phone, and before long, 'Feeling Good by Muse' is blasting into his earbuds. Perfection.
He pulls up one of the floorboards and looks below
The underside is also covered in cobwebs. All he sees is darkness. Flashlight? Darkness.
he hears something coming from upstairs. Scuttling. Then footsteps. Then scuttling. Then footsteps.
'Who's there?' Iago reaches for his gun, ready to fire.
The door slams shut. A record player suddenly jumps to life. It sings an old tune, seemingly from some musical.. Then a voice, coming from upstairs, starts singing with it. Singing in a melodic voice, echoing when it shouldn’t echo, almost… out of touch with reality.
”now, Billy Flynn and the Press conference rag! Notice how his mouth never moves, almost! Where’d ya come from? Mississippi! And your parents? Very wealthy! Where are they now? Six feet under! But she was granted one more start! The convent of the sacred heaaaaaart-“
'Huh? What?' Iago looks around in surprise. 'Billy who? Who goes there? I'm not scared of you. I'm a monster hunter. You can cooperate with me, or you can die.'
He tries to concentrate on his own music from his earbuds, to not get carried away by the weird record player'stune
“When’d you get here? Nineteen-Twenty! How old were you? Don’t remember! Then what happened? I met Amos, and he stole my heart away, convinced me to elope one day!”
he sees, descending from the stairs, a figure… (is his Paranormal filter lower than 8?) their shadow cast by a lighter in their hand. They’re lighting a cigar, still singing along to the tune.
'Hello there. I don't believe we've met. Who may you be?'
Iago leaves to go the bar next door. He looks conspicuously out-of-place with his huge hazmat suit, but that doesn't bother him. He opens the door and peers into the darkness beyond
He finds a rundown, dusty bar with broken tables and chairs, and a full stock of drinks. Most surfaces are choked with cobwebs, and there are quite a few spiders everywhere, as well as a couple of rats. At the back, stairs lead up to a second floor.
the floorboards creak loudly, and seem rather unstable.
Iago grimaces at the sight of the mess and the rats, thankful for his hazmat suit. He puts down a couple of poison bait traps, in case that might catch some tarantulas. To distract himself from his disgust, he reaches for his phone, and before long, 'Feeling Good by Muse' is blasting into his earbuds. Perfection.
He pulls up one of the floorboards and looks below
The underside is also covered in cobwebs. All he sees is darkness. Flashlight? Darkness.
he hears something coming from upstairs. Scuttling. Then footsteps. Then scuttling. Then footsteps.
'Who's there?' Iago reaches for his gun, ready to fire.
The door slams shut. A record player suddenly jumps to life. It sings an old tune, seemingly from some musical.. Then a voice, coming from upstairs, starts singing with it. Singing in a melodic voice, echoing when it shouldn’t echo, almost… out of touch with reality.
”now, Billy Flynn and the Press conference rag! Notice how his mouth never moves, almost! Where’d ya come from? Mississippi! And your parents? Very wealthy! Where are they now? Six feet under! But she was granted one more start! The convent of the sacred heaaaaaart-“
'Huh? What?' Iago looks around in surprise. 'Billy who? Who goes there? I'm not scared of you. I'm a monster hunter. You can cooperate with me, or you can die.'
He tries to concentrate on his own music from his earbuds, to not get carried away by the weird record player'stune
“When’d you get here? Nineteen-Twenty! How old were you? Don’t remember! Then what happened? I met Amos, and he stole my heart away, convinced me to elope one day!”
he sees, descending from the stairs, a figure… (is his Paranormal filter lower than 8?) their shadow cast by a lighter in their hand. They’re lighting a cigar, still singing along to the tune.
'Hello there. I don't believe we've met. Who may you be?'
It stops just before he can get a glimpse of the creature, but by it’s silhouette, it’s utterly enormous.
the tune quiets down, and it stops singing along. “who? Little old me? Oh, I’m just someone who… helps those in need, you could say.”
How much dark energy do they have? If it’s below 9, Jared doesn’t notice anything off, possibly just seeing Alex.
Jared can see me than. I prefer to keep stuff like that to myself, but I will tell something like this if I need to.
Jared sees the nightmare, and immediately yelps, grabbing an empty bottle of beer and preparing to throw it.
As the nightmare approaches, you see the person you love most as a 3-D shadow. They are rejecting you.
He lowers his hand, confused, then just… shocked.
no, it can’t be… she’s dead…
My voice is so monstrous that it sounds like a mountain was grinding along side a piece of metal. I attempt saying “Believe it.” But it is ununderstandable.
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.
How much dark energy do they have? If it’s below 9, Jared doesn’t notice anything off, possibly just seeing Alex.
Jared can see me than. I prefer to keep stuff like that to myself, but I will tell something like this if I need to.
Jared sees the nightmare, and immediately yelps, grabbing an empty bottle of beer and preparing to throw it.
As the nightmare approaches, you see the person you love most as a 3-D shadow. They are rejecting you.
He lowers his hand, confused, then just… shocked.
no, it can’t be… she’s dead…
My voice is so monstrous that it sounds like a mountain was grinding along side a piece of metal. I attempt saying “Believe it.” But it is ununderstandable.
Iago leaves to go the bar next door. He looks conspicuously out-of-place with his huge hazmat suit, but that doesn't bother him. He opens the door and peers into the darkness beyond
He finds a rundown, dusty bar with broken tables and chairs, and a full stock of drinks. Most surfaces are choked with cobwebs, and there are quite a few spiders everywhere, as well as a couple of rats. At the back, stairs lead up to a second floor.
the floorboards creak loudly, and seem rather unstable.
Iago grimaces at the sight of the mess and the rats, thankful for his hazmat suit. He puts down a couple of poison bait traps, in case that might catch some tarantulas. To distract himself from his disgust, he reaches for his phone, and before long, 'Feeling Good by Muse' is blasting into his earbuds. Perfection.
He pulls up one of the floorboards and looks below
The underside is also covered in cobwebs. All he sees is darkness. Flashlight? Darkness.
he hears something coming from upstairs. Scuttling. Then footsteps. Then scuttling. Then footsteps.
'Who's there?' Iago reaches for his gun, ready to fire.
The door slams shut. A record player suddenly jumps to life. It sings an old tune, seemingly from some musical.. Then a voice, coming from upstairs, starts singing with it. Singing in a melodic voice, echoing when it shouldn’t echo, almost… out of touch with reality.
”now, Billy Flynn and the Press conference rag! Notice how his mouth never moves, almost! Where’d ya come from? Mississippi! And your parents? Very wealthy! Where are they now? Six feet under! But she was granted one more start! The convent of the sacred heaaaaaart-“
'Huh? What?' Iago looks around in surprise. 'Billy who? Who goes there? I'm not scared of you. I'm a monster hunter. You can cooperate with me, or you can die.'
He tries to concentrate on his own music from his earbuds, to not get carried away by the weird record player'stune
“When’d you get here? Nineteen-Twenty! How old were you? Don’t remember! Then what happened? I met Amos, and he stole my heart away, convinced me to elope one day!”
he sees, descending from the stairs, a figure… (is his Paranormal filter lower than 8?) their shadow cast by a lighter in their hand. They’re lighting a cigar, still singing along to the tune.
'Hello there. I don't believe we've met. Who may you be?'
It stops just before he can get a glimpse of the creature, but by it’s silhouette, it’s utterly enormous.
the tune quiets down, and it stops singing along. “who? Little old me? Oh, I’m just someone who… helps those in need, you could say.”
'Well, that's funny. I've been sent to take you out of here. You could help me by... I don't know, hiding better, sprucing the place up, making the old barman think this place is clear. Go haunt somewhere else. I don't want to hurt you, as long as you behave. And you can trust me, I don't break my bargains too easily'
How much dark energy do they have? If it’s below 9, Jared doesn’t notice anything off, possibly just seeing Alex.
Jared can see me than. I prefer to keep stuff like that to myself, but I will tell something like this if I need to.
Jared sees the nightmare, and immediately yelps, grabbing an empty bottle of beer and preparing to throw it.
As the nightmare approaches, you see the person you love most as a 3-D shadow. They are rejecting you.
He lowers his hand, confused, then just… shocked.
no, it can’t be… she’s dead…
My voice is so monstrous that it sounds like a mountain was grinding along side a piece of metal. I attempt saying “Believe it.” But it is ununderstandable.
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.
Iago leaves to go the bar next door. He looks conspicuously out-of-place with his huge hazmat suit, but that doesn't bother him. He opens the door and peers into the darkness beyond
He finds a rundown, dusty bar with broken tables and chairs, and a full stock of drinks. Most surfaces are choked with cobwebs, and there are quite a few spiders everywhere, as well as a couple of rats. At the back, stairs lead up to a second floor.
the floorboards creak loudly, and seem rather unstable.
Iago grimaces at the sight of the mess and the rats, thankful for his hazmat suit. He puts down a couple of poison bait traps, in case that might catch some tarantulas. To distract himself from his disgust, he reaches for his phone, and before long, 'Feeling Good by Muse' is blasting into his earbuds. Perfection.
He pulls up one of the floorboards and looks below
The underside is also covered in cobwebs. All he sees is darkness. Flashlight? Darkness.
he hears something coming from upstairs. Scuttling. Then footsteps. Then scuttling. Then footsteps.
'Who's there?' Iago reaches for his gun, ready to fire.
The door slams shut. A record player suddenly jumps to life. It sings an old tune, seemingly from some musical.. Then a voice, coming from upstairs, starts singing with it. Singing in a melodic voice, echoing when it shouldn’t echo, almost… out of touch with reality.
”now, Billy Flynn and the Press conference rag! Notice how his mouth never moves, almost! Where’d ya come from? Mississippi! And your parents? Very wealthy! Where are they now? Six feet under! But she was granted one more start! The convent of the sacred heaaaaaart-“
'Huh? What?' Iago looks around in surprise. 'Billy who? Who goes there? I'm not scared of you. I'm a monster hunter. You can cooperate with me, or you can die.'
He tries to concentrate on his own music from his earbuds, to not get carried away by the weird record player'stune
“When’d you get here? Nineteen-Twenty! How old were you? Don’t remember! Then what happened? I met Amos, and he stole my heart away, convinced me to elope one day!”
he sees, descending from the stairs, a figure… (is his Paranormal filter lower than 8?) their shadow cast by a lighter in their hand. They’re lighting a cigar, still singing along to the tune.
'Hello there. I don't believe we've met. Who may you be?'
It stops just before he can get a glimpse of the creature, but by it’s silhouette, it’s utterly enormous.
the tune quiets down, and it stops singing along. “who? Little old me? Oh, I’m just someone who… helps those in need, you could say.”
'Well, that's funny. I've been sent to take you out of here. You could help me by... I don't know, hiding better, sprucing the place up, making the old barman think this place is clear. Go haunt somewhere else. I don't want to hurt you, as long as you behave. And you can trust me, I don't break my bargains too easily'
Iago leaves to go the bar next door. He looks conspicuously out-of-place with his huge hazmat suit, but that doesn't bother him. He opens the door and peers into the darkness beyond
He finds a rundown, dusty bar with broken tables and chairs, and a full stock of drinks. Most surfaces are choked with cobwebs, and there are quite a few spiders everywhere, as well as a couple of rats. At the back, stairs lead up to a second floor.
the floorboards creak loudly, and seem rather unstable.
Iago grimaces at the sight of the mess and the rats, thankful for his hazmat suit. He puts down a couple of poison bait traps, in case that might catch some tarantulas. To distract himself from his disgust, he reaches for his phone, and before long, 'Feeling Good by Muse' is blasting into his earbuds. Perfection.
He pulls up one of the floorboards and looks below
The underside is also covered in cobwebs. All he sees is darkness. Flashlight? Darkness.
he hears something coming from upstairs. Scuttling. Then footsteps. Then scuttling. Then footsteps.
'Who's there?' Iago reaches for his gun, ready to fire.
The door slams shut. A record player suddenly jumps to life. It sings an old tune, seemingly from some musical.. Then a voice, coming from upstairs, starts singing with it. Singing in a melodic voice, echoing when it shouldn’t echo, almost… out of touch with reality.
”now, Billy Flynn and the Press conference rag! Notice how his mouth never moves, almost! Where’d ya come from? Mississippi! And your parents? Very wealthy! Where are they now? Six feet under! But she was granted one more start! The convent of the sacred heaaaaaart-“
'Huh? What?' Iago looks around in surprise. 'Billy who? Who goes there? I'm not scared of you. I'm a monster hunter. You can cooperate with me, or you can die.'
He tries to concentrate on his own music from his earbuds, to not get carried away by the weird record player'stune
“When’d you get here? Nineteen-Twenty! How old were you? Don’t remember! Then what happened? I met Amos, and he stole my heart away, convinced me to elope one day!”
he sees, descending from the stairs, a figure… (is his Paranormal filter lower than 8?) their shadow cast by a lighter in their hand. They’re lighting a cigar, still singing along to the tune.
'Hello there. I don't believe we've met. Who may you be?'
It stops just before he can get a glimpse of the creature, but by it’s silhouette, it’s utterly enormous.
the tune quiets down, and it stops singing along. “who? Little old me? Oh, I’m just someone who… helps those in need, you could say.”
'Well, that's funny. I've been sent to take you out of here. You could help me by... I don't know, hiding better, sprucing the place up, making the old barman think this place is clear. Go haunt somewhere else. I don't want to hurt you, as long as you behave. And you can trust me, I don't break my bargains too easily'
It pauses, laughing this… haunting, manic laugh which echoes across the room.
”I see what you’re trying to do. The answer is no. Can I get you a drink?”
'Huh? What?' Iago looks around in surprise. 'Billy who? Who goes there? I'm not scared of you. I'm a monster hunter. You can cooperate with me, or you can die.'
He tries to concentrate on his own music from his earbuds, to not get carried away by the weird record player'stune
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“When’d you get here? Nineteen-Twenty! How old were you? Don’t remember! Then what happened? I met Amos, and he stole my heart away, convinced me to elope one day!”
he sees, descending from the stairs, a figure… (is his Paranormal filter lower than 8?) their shadow cast by a lighter in their hand. They’re lighting a cigar, still singing along to the tune.
As the nightmare approaches, you see the person you love most as a 3-D shadow. They are rejecting you.
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.
'Hello there. I don't believe we've met. Who may you be?'
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He lowers his hand, confused, then just… shocked.
no, it can’t be… she’s dead…
It stops just before he can get a glimpse of the creature, but by it’s silhouette, it’s utterly enormous.
the tune quiets down, and it stops singing along. “who? Little old me? Oh, I’m just someone who… helps those in need, you could say.”
*(Breaks down door)*
*Break time, Orphans! I'm here for about 12 minutes while we have an intermission in the session.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
My voice is so monstrous that it sounds like a mountain was grinding along side a piece of metal. I attempt saying “Believe it.” But it is ununderstandable.
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.
*hi! I’m having fun with my character, they are a musical theater spider person who abducts people that are blackout drunk and eats them.*
“G-get away from me… w-whatever you are…”
'Well, that's funny. I've been sent to take you out of here. You could help me by... I don't know, hiding better, sprucing the place up, making the old barman think this place is clear. Go haunt somewhere else. I don't want to hurt you, as long as you behave. And you can trust me, I don't break my bargains too easily'
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*Note: You can get Dark Energy by eating brains, Mr. Dhamer.*
*I'm gonna be working on local Nightmare King Amatarou Banka and his cat cafe. He serves tea of all kinds, with a preference for boba!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
I refuse to leave.
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.
*Awww, but what about jango?*
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*Losers get Windu'd*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
It pauses, laughing this… haunting, manic laugh which echoes across the room.
”I see what you’re trying to do. The answer is no. Can I get you a drink?”
*quote chain cut for Archfey*
'What kind of drink? Blood, I suppose, coming from something like you. Or maybe darkness itself. Is that what you're offering?'
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*Uh IDK how to join any conversations*
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.
*I could intro a new character for you to rp with? I have an idea, but they are a bit monstrous :)*
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*how wonderful! Both things. Both things are wonderful.*