"And why should I? I've been here longer than you. And I'm hungry."
"You may be hungry, demon, but do not doubt the will of man and the bite of steel."
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Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have twenty-two characters on, one of which is an eldritch goddess bent on spreading destruction and chaos. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
You notice the 'paperwork' is literally just a napkin.
"Hehe... Wrong paper...?"
"Ma'am, I don't know what you're trying to finagle from me here, but I can assure you I am NOT purchasing this house. Someone else will buy it, then maybe you can successfully scam THEM. But you can't deceive a salesman."
A resident(s?) watches all these occurrences, at different locations at the same time. He is a short fellow that wears a blank white mask punctuated with two black holes and a smaller mouth hole. He wears different colored outfits at each spot, though, some red, some blue. He needs not speak, for he is a master at charades. He need not reveal his face, because he has a mask that works perfectly fine. And he need not wash his clothes, because he stands in the rain sadly sometimes.
He stands on the porch of his house, sitting on his rocker.
<I had the unfortunate timing of being the last post on the page.>
You notice the 'paperwork' is literally just a napkin.
"Hehe... Wrong paper...?"
"Ma'am, I don't know what you're trying to finagle from me here, but I can assure you I am NOT purchasing this house. Someone else will buy it, then maybe you can successfully scam THEM. But you can't deceive a salesman."
"And why should I? I've been here longer than you. And I'm hungry."
"You may be hungry, demon, but do not doubt the will of man and the bite of steel."
"If you think you can kill me, than go ahead. But there will be a price."
"Oh, sure. Curse me for all you want. But I don't care. Because in the end, demon, I will be living. And you are not."
203
286
33
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Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have twenty-two characters on, one of which is an eldritch goddess bent on spreading destruction and chaos. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
You notice the 'paperwork' is literally just a napkin.
"Hehe... Wrong paper...?"
"Ma'am, I don't know what you're trying to finagle from me here, but I can assure you I am NOT purchasing this house. Someone else will buy it, then maybe you can successfully scam THEM. But you can't deceive a salesman."
Roll perception.
*If I fail this then that would be so ironic yet hilarious at the same time*
A resident(s?) watches all these occurrences, at different locations at the same time. He is a short fellow that wears a blank white mask punctuated with two black holes and a smaller mouth hole. He wears different colored outfits at each spot, though, some red, some blue. He needs not speak, for he is a master at charades. He need not reveal his face, because he has a mask that works perfectly fine. And he need not wash his clothes, because he stands in the rain sadly sometimes.
He stands on the porch of his house, sitting on his rocker.
<I had the unfortunate timing of being the last post on the page.>
An old woman walks up to him and grabs his shoulders.
A resident(s?) watches all these occurrences, at different locations at the same time. He is a short fellow that wears a blank white mask punctuated with two black holes and a smaller mouth hole. He wears different colored outfits at each spot, though, some red, some blue. He needs not speak, for he is a master at charades. He need not reveal his face, because he has a mask that works perfectly fine. And he need not wash his clothes, because he stands in the rain sadly sometimes.
He stands on the porch of his house, sitting on his rocker.
<I had the unfortunate timing of being the last post on the page.>
An old woman walks up to him and grabs his shoulders.
"Do you know where you are?!"
He gives a quick thumbs up, then points to his house.
You notice the 'paperwork' is literally just a napkin.
"Hehe... Wrong paper...?"
"Ma'am, I don't know what you're trying to finagle from me here, but I can assure you I am NOT purchasing this house. Someone else will buy it, then maybe you can successfully scam THEM. But you can't deceive a salesman."
Roll perception.
*If I fail this then that would be so ironic yet hilarious at the same time*
18
You notice this woman isn't really even a woman. It's a... Well...
A dead body wearing clothes and walking and talking.
"And why should I? I've been here longer than you. And I'm hungry."
"You may be hungry, demon, but do not doubt the will of man and the bite of steel."
"If you think you can kill me, than go ahead. But there will be a price."
"Oh, sure. Curse me for all you want. But I don't care. Because in the end, demon, I will be living. And you are not."
203
286
33
The man collapses on top of you.
The woman is still cowering in the corner.
"What are you."
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Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have twenty-two characters on, one of which is an eldritch goddess bent on spreading destruction and chaos. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
You notice the 'paperwork' is literally just a napkin.
"Hehe... Wrong paper...?"
"Ma'am, I don't know what you're trying to finagle from me here, but I can assure you I am NOT purchasing this house. Someone else will buy it, then maybe you can successfully scam THEM. But you can't deceive a salesman."
Roll perception.
*If I fail this then that would be so ironic yet hilarious at the same time*
18
You notice this woman isn't really even a woman. It's a... Well...
A dead body wearing clothes and walking and talking.
"Oh... Oh... Uh, excuse me, one second." He walk/runs away and gets on the phone. "Tony, the rumors are true. I just talked to a literal corpse... No, she isn't just old... No, I'm not crazy. Tried to make it look like I bought the house. This whole place is so strange, so so strange.... Look, I get we need money and this is our only deal but is it really a good idea to sell a house in a neighborhood with talking dead people?... Fine!" He comes back. "I apologize, I have real estate matters to tend to. Very important, I have to go."
"And why should I? I've been here longer than you. And I'm hungry."
"You may be hungry, demon, but do not doubt the will of man and the bite of steel."
"If you think you can kill me, than go ahead. But there will be a price."
"Oh, sure. Curse me for all you want. But I don't care. Because in the end, demon, I will be living. And you are not."
203
286
33
The man collapses on top of you.
The woman is still cowering in the corner.
"What are you."
"A woman! I swear! Please help me! He was going to kill me!"
"... Alright."
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have twenty-two characters on, one of which is an eldritch goddess bent on spreading destruction and chaos. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
You notice the 'paperwork' is literally just a napkin.
"Hehe... Wrong paper...?"
"Ma'am, I don't know what you're trying to finagle from me here, but I can assure you I am NOT purchasing this house. Someone else will buy it, then maybe you can successfully scam THEM. But you can't deceive a salesman."
Roll perception.
*If I fail this then that would be so ironic yet hilarious at the same time*
18
You notice this woman isn't really even a woman. It's a... Well...
A dead body wearing clothes and walking and talking.
"Oh... Oh... Uh, excuse me, one second." He walk/runs away and gets on the phone. "Tony, the rumors are true. I just talked to a literal corpse... No, she isn't just old... No, I'm not crazy. Tried to make it look like I bought the house. This whole place is so strange, so so strange.... Look, I get we need money and this is our only deal but is it really a good idea to sell a house in a neighborhood with talking dead people?... Fine!" He comes back. "I apologize, I have real estate matters to tend to. Very important, I have to go."
A resident(s?) watches all these occurrences, at different locations at the same time. He is a short fellow that wears a blank white mask punctuated with two black holes and a smaller mouth hole. He wears different colored outfits at each spot, though, some red, some blue. He needs not speak, for he is a master at charades. He need not reveal his face, because he has a mask that works perfectly fine. And he need not wash his clothes, because he stands in the rain sadly sometimes.
He stands on the porch of his house, sitting on his rocker.
<I had the unfortunate timing of being the last post on the page.>
An old woman walks up to him and grabs his shoulders.
"Do you know where you are?!"
He gives a quick thumbs up, then points to his house.
("My house")
"No! This neighborhood is too dangerous. You WILL die!"
You notice the 'paperwork' is literally just a napkin.
"Hehe... Wrong paper...?"
"Ma'am, I don't know what you're trying to finagle from me here, but I can assure you I am NOT purchasing this house. Someone else will buy it, then maybe you can successfully scam THEM. But you can't deceive a salesman."
Roll perception.
*If I fail this then that would be so ironic yet hilarious at the same time*
18
You notice this woman isn't really even a woman. It's a... Well...
A dead body wearing clothes and walking and talking.
"Oh... Oh... Uh, excuse me, one second." He walk/runs away and gets on the phone. "Tony, the rumors are true. I just talked to a literal corpse... No, she isn't just old... No, I'm not crazy. Tried to make it look like I bought the house. This whole place is so strange, so so strange.... Look, I get we need money and this is our only deal but is it really a good idea to sell a house in a neighborhood with talking dead people?... Fine!" He comes back. "I apologize, I have real estate matters to tend to. Very important, I have to go."
You notice the 'paperwork' is literally just a napkin.
"Hehe... Wrong paper...?"
"You may be hungry, demon, but do not doubt the will of man and the bite of steel."
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have twenty-two characters on, one of which is an eldritch goddess bent on spreading destruction and chaos. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
Camp Half-Blood Archives
"Ma'am, I don't know what you're trying to finagle from me here, but I can assure you I am NOT purchasing this house. Someone else will buy it, then maybe you can successfully scam THEM. But you can't deceive a salesman."
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
<I had the unfortunate timing of being the last post on the page.>
Roll for Initiative: [roll]1d20+7[/roll]
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Homebrew Races: HERE Homebrew Spells: HERE Homebrew Monsters: HERE
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"If you think you can kill me, than go ahead. But there will be a price."
Roll perception.
"Oh, sure. Curse me for all you want. But I don't care. Because in the end, demon, I will be living. And you are not."
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Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have twenty-two characters on, one of which is an eldritch goddess bent on spreading destruction and chaos. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
Camp Half-Blood Archives
*If I fail this then that would be so ironic yet hilarious at the same time*
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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
An old woman walks up to him and grabs his shoulders.
"Do you know where you are?!"
He gives a quick thumbs up, then points to his house.
("My house")
Roll for Initiative: [roll]1d20+7[/roll]
Proud member of the EVIL JEFF CULT! PRAISE JEFF!
Homebrew Races: HERE Homebrew Spells: HERE Homebrew Monsters: HERE
MORE OF ME! (And platypodes/platypi/platypuses) (Extended signature)
You notice this woman isn't really even a woman. It's a... Well...
A dead body wearing clothes and walking and talking.
The man collapses on top of you.
The woman is still cowering in the corner.
"What are you."
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have twenty-two characters on, one of which is an eldritch goddess bent on spreading destruction and chaos. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
Camp Half-Blood Archives
"A woman! I swear! Please help me! He was going to kill me!"
"Oh... Oh... Uh, excuse me, one second." He walk/runs away and gets on the phone. "Tony, the rumors are true. I just talked to a literal corpse... No, she isn't just old... No, I'm not crazy. Tried to make it look like I bought the house. This whole place is so strange, so so strange.... Look, I get we need money and this is our only deal but is it really a good idea to sell a house in a neighborhood with talking dead people?... Fine!" He comes back. "I apologize, I have real estate matters to tend to. Very important, I have to go."
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
"... Alright."
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have twenty-two characters on, one of which is an eldritch goddess bent on spreading destruction and chaos. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
Camp Half-Blood Archives
She grabs his neck and whispers in his ear.
"Not yet. Why don't you... Join me?"
She starts to strangle him
"No! This neighborhood is too dangerous. You WILL die!"
"Will you save me?"
He cries out for help, then tries to break free.
11 Strength.
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ