*The monster. I’m thinking it and my Soul Hunter could team up.*
the monster is moving silently through the graveyard, gliding too smoothly for something so big
The scientist is sitting on top of a grave, sniffing a jar. “Hmmmmm… souls smell odd.”
it fixes its searchlight eyes on you, bathing the area in an eerie glow
“Ah! A soul! Wait, you’re not a soul…”
it speaks(?) in a language(?), and you're not there. you're drowning, inches from the surface, breath and bone being crushed by the pressure, squeezing you like a vise. it so dark. so cold.
“It isn’t real.” He whispers to himself. “It isn’t real.” He says, louder. “Ah, hello, my friend, do you know where I can find any souls?” He smiles charmingly.
it speaks(?) in that same language(?) again, apparently trying to convey.... something
“It’s not real, Damascus… not real.” He says again. He looks up at the monster, smiling again. “What do you want?”
it speaks(?) again, in the same language(?), but its short. if it is indeed a language, it was only a few words
“You can’t understand me, can you?”
it speaks again, earnestly trying to get the point across
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Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
*The monster. I’m thinking it and my Soul Hunter could team up.*
the monster is moving silently through the graveyard, gliding too smoothly for something so big
The scientist is sitting on top of a grave, sniffing a jar. “Hmmmmm… souls smell odd.”
it fixes its searchlight eyes on you, bathing the area in an eerie glow
“Ah! A soul! Wait, you’re not a soul…”
it speaks(?) in a language(?), and you're not there. you're drowning, inches from the surface, breath and bone being crushed by the pressure, squeezing you like a vise. it so dark. so cold.
“It isn’t real.” He whispers to himself. “It isn’t real.” He says, louder. “Ah, hello, my friend, do you know where I can find any souls?” He smiles charmingly.
it speaks(?) in that same language(?) again, apparently trying to convey.... something
“It’s not real, Damascus… not real.” He says again. He looks up at the monster, smiling again. “What do you want?”
it speaks(?) again, in the same language(?), but its short. if it is indeed a language, it was only a few words
“You can’t understand me, can you?”
it speaks again, earnestly trying to get the point across
“Can’t understand you. Any more languages?”
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
*The monster. I’m thinking it and my Soul Hunter could team up.*
the monster is moving silently through the graveyard, gliding too smoothly for something so big
The scientist is sitting on top of a grave, sniffing a jar. “Hmmmmm… souls smell odd.”
it fixes its searchlight eyes on you, bathing the area in an eerie glow
“Ah! A soul! Wait, you’re not a soul…”
it speaks(?) in a language(?), and you're not there. you're drowning, inches from the surface, breath and bone being crushed by the pressure, squeezing you like a vise. it so dark. so cold.
“It isn’t real.” He whispers to himself. “It isn’t real.” He says, louder. “Ah, hello, my friend, do you know where I can find any souls?” He smiles charmingly.
it speaks(?) in that same language(?) again, apparently trying to convey.... something
“It’s not real, Damascus… not real.” He says again. He looks up at the monster, smiling again. “What do you want?”
it speaks(?) again, in the same language(?), but its short. if it is indeed a language, it was only a few words
“You can’t understand me, can you?”
it speaks again, earnestly trying to get the point across
“Can’t understand you. Any more languages?”
it tries again. you're falling. wind rushing past you, buffeting your body, stealing the air from your lungs as you try to scream. or is it just your imagination?
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Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
*The monster. I’m thinking it and my Soul Hunter could team up.*
the monster is moving silently through the graveyard, gliding too smoothly for something so big
The scientist is sitting on top of a grave, sniffing a jar. “Hmmmmm… souls smell odd.”
it fixes its searchlight eyes on you, bathing the area in an eerie glow
“Ah! A soul! Wait, you’re not a soul…”
it speaks(?) in a language(?), and you're not there. you're drowning, inches from the surface, breath and bone being crushed by the pressure, squeezing you like a vise. it so dark. so cold.
“It isn’t real.” He whispers to himself. “It isn’t real.” He says, louder. “Ah, hello, my friend, do you know where I can find any souls?” He smiles charmingly.
it speaks(?) in that same language(?) again, apparently trying to convey.... something
“It’s not real, Damascus… not real.” He says again. He looks up at the monster, smiling again. “What do you want?”
it speaks(?) again, in the same language(?), but its short. if it is indeed a language, it was only a few words
“You can’t understand me, can you?”
it speaks again, earnestly trying to get the point across
“Can’t understand you. Any more languages?”
it tries again. you're falling. wind rushing past you, buffeting your body, stealing the air from your lungs as you try to scream. or is it just your imagination?
“IT’S NOT REAL!” He says loudly.
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
*The monster. I’m thinking it and my Soul Hunter could team up.*
the monster is moving silently through the graveyard, gliding too smoothly for something so big
The scientist is sitting on top of a grave, sniffing a jar. “Hmmmmm… souls smell odd.”
it fixes its searchlight eyes on you, bathing the area in an eerie glow
“Ah! A soul! Wait, you’re not a soul…”
it speaks(?) in a language(?), and you're not there. you're drowning, inches from the surface, breath and bone being crushed by the pressure, squeezing you like a vise. it so dark. so cold.
“It isn’t real.” He whispers to himself. “It isn’t real.” He says, louder. “Ah, hello, my friend, do you know where I can find any souls?” He smiles charmingly.
it speaks(?) in that same language(?) again, apparently trying to convey.... something
“It’s not real, Damascus… not real.” He says again. He looks up at the monster, smiling again. “What do you want?”
it speaks(?) again, in the same language(?), but its short. if it is indeed a language, it was only a few words
“You can’t understand me, can you?”
it speaks again, earnestly trying to get the point across
“Can’t understand you. Any more languages?”
it tries again. you're falling. wind rushing past you, buffeting your body, stealing the air from your lungs as you try to scream. or is it just your imagination?
“IT’S NOT REAL!” He says loudly.
it stops
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Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
*The monster. I’m thinking it and my Soul Hunter could team up.*
the monster is moving silently through the graveyard, gliding too smoothly for something so big
The scientist is sitting on top of a grave, sniffing a jar. “Hmmmmm… souls smell odd.”
it fixes its searchlight eyes on you, bathing the area in an eerie glow
“Ah! A soul! Wait, you’re not a soul…”
it speaks(?) in a language(?), and you're not there. you're drowning, inches from the surface, breath and bone being crushed by the pressure, squeezing you like a vise. it so dark. so cold.
“It isn’t real.” He whispers to himself. “It isn’t real.” He says, louder. “Ah, hello, my friend, do you know where I can find any souls?” He smiles charmingly.
it speaks(?) in that same language(?) again, apparently trying to convey.... something
“It’s not real, Damascus… not real.” He says again. He looks up at the monster, smiling again. “What do you want?”
it speaks(?) again, in the same language(?), but its short. if it is indeed a language, it was only a few words
“You can’t understand me, can you?”
it speaks again, earnestly trying to get the point across
“Can’t understand you. Any more languages?”
it tries again. you're falling. wind rushing past you, buffeting your body, stealing the air from your lungs as you try to scream. or is it just your imagination?
“IT’S NOT REAL!” He says loudly.
it stops
“Good, good. Try that again, but maybe another language? I can speak ghost and devil’s tongue. Some people say I am the devil.” He laughs, but there’s no humor in it.
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
*The monster. I’m thinking it and my Soul Hunter could team up.*
the monster is moving silently through the graveyard, gliding too smoothly for something so big
The scientist is sitting on top of a grave, sniffing a jar. “Hmmmmm… souls smell odd.”
it fixes its searchlight eyes on you, bathing the area in an eerie glow
“Ah! A soul! Wait, you’re not a soul…”
it speaks(?) in a language(?), and you're not there. you're drowning, inches from the surface, breath and bone being crushed by the pressure, squeezing you like a vise. it so dark. so cold.
“It isn’t real.” He whispers to himself. “It isn’t real.” He says, louder. “Ah, hello, my friend, do you know where I can find any souls?” He smiles charmingly.
it speaks(?) in that same language(?) again, apparently trying to convey.... something
“It’s not real, Damascus… not real.” He says again. He looks up at the monster, smiling again. “What do you want?”
it speaks(?) again, in the same language(?), but its short. if it is indeed a language, it was only a few words
“You can’t understand me, can you?”
it speaks again, earnestly trying to get the point across
“Can’t understand you. Any more languages?”
it tries again. you're falling. wind rushing past you, buffeting your body, stealing the air from your lungs as you try to scream. or is it just your imagination?
“IT’S NOT REAL!” He says loudly.
it stops
“Good, good. Try that again, but maybe another language? I can speak ghost and devil’s tongue. Some people say I am the devil.” He laughs, but there’s no humor in it.
it speaks again, definitely in a language, very similar to devil's tounge, but harsher, more guttural. it would make your ears bleed, if you had them
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Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
*The monster. I’m thinking it and my Soul Hunter could team up.*
the monster is moving silently through the graveyard, gliding too smoothly for something so big
The scientist is sitting on top of a grave, sniffing a jar. “Hmmmmm… souls smell odd.”
it fixes its searchlight eyes on you, bathing the area in an eerie glow
“Ah! A soul! Wait, you’re not a soul…”
it speaks(?) in a language(?), and you're not there. you're drowning, inches from the surface, breath and bone being crushed by the pressure, squeezing you like a vise. it so dark. so cold.
“It isn’t real.” He whispers to himself. “It isn’t real.” He says, louder. “Ah, hello, my friend, do you know where I can find any souls?” He smiles charmingly.
it speaks(?) in that same language(?) again, apparently trying to convey.... something
“It’s not real, Damascus… not real.” He says again. He looks up at the monster, smiling again. “What do you want?”
it speaks(?) again, in the same language(?), but its short. if it is indeed a language, it was only a few words
“You can’t understand me, can you?”
it speaks again, earnestly trying to get the point across
“Can’t understand you. Any more languages?”
it tries again. you're falling. wind rushing past you, buffeting your body, stealing the air from your lungs as you try to scream. or is it just your imagination?
“IT’S NOT REAL!” He says loudly.
it stops
“Good, good. Try that again, but maybe another language? I can speak ghost and devil’s tongue. Some people say I am the devil.” He laughs, but there’s no humor in it.
it speaks again, definitely in a language, very similar to devil's tounge, but harsher, more guttural. it would make your ears bleed, if you had them
“Not that one.”
*He can speak Infernal, Common, and Sign Language.*
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
*I also have a monster, but its pretty intrinsic to my other char, and no one's objected yet*
*you can play as Souls of any creature, or any multitude of races for Soulhunters or Mourners*
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Hey y’all, you can call me Sel, pronouns they/he. Some things about me, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
Greg is exploring the Graveyard, doing anything from kicking pebbles, to reading gravestones, to just sighing very loudly to entertain himself. He seems to have ran out of things to do here very quickly.
Greg is exploring the Graveyard, doing anything from kicking pebbles, to reading gravestones, to just sighing very loudly to entertain himself. He seems to have ran out of things to do here very quickly.
Fanny approaches him, “Hey there.”
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Hey y’all, you can call me Sel, pronouns they/he. Some things about me, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
As night falls on the Graveyard, a shadowy figure emerges from the cabin, carrying a glowing lantern.
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Hey y’all, you can call me Sel, pronouns they/he. Some things about me, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
A figure, dressed in red. Walks up to the graveyards gates. His hat covers his eyes, his mouth in a wicked smile. He carries a strange looking tool or weapon, you cant tell which.
A figure, dressed in red. Walks up to the graveyards gates. His hat covers his eyes, his mouth in a wicked smile. He carries a strange looking tool or weapon, you cant tell which.
Devin is standing in the graveyard. He hides behind a grave as he sees the man.
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
A figure, dressed in red. Walks up to the graveyards gates. His hat covers his eyes, his mouth in a wicked smile. He carries a strange looking tool or weapon, you cant tell which.
Devin is standing in the graveyard. He hides behind a grave as he sees the man.
The figure opens the gate. He walks nonchalantly, like this is just a normal afternoon.
A figure, dressed in red. Walks up to the graveyards gates. His hat covers his eyes, his mouth in a wicked smile. He carries a strange looking tool or weapon, you cant tell which.
Devin is standing in the graveyard. He hides behind a grave as he sees the man.
The figure opens the gate. He walks nonchalantly, like this is just a normal afternoon.
Devin snaps, and suddenly in his place is an avatar made of pure shadows, horrifying and large. He stands up. “Leave. This is my resting place. You aren’t welcome here.”
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
it speaks again, earnestly trying to get the point across
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Currently rampaging through life
“Can’t understand you. Any more languages?”
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
Extended Signature!
it tries again. you're falling. wind rushing past you, buffeting your body, stealing the air from your lungs as you try to scream. or is it just your imagination?
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Currently rampaging through life
“IT’S NOT REAL!” He says loudly.
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
Extended Signature!
it stops
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Currently rampaging through life
“Good, good. Try that again, but maybe another language? I can speak ghost and devil’s tongue. Some people say I am the devil.” He laughs, but there’s no humor in it.
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
Extended Signature!
it speaks again, definitely in a language, very similar to devil's tounge, but harsher, more guttural. it would make your ears bleed, if you had them
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Currently rampaging through life
“Not that one.”
*He can speak Infernal, Common, and Sign Language.*
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
Extended Signature!
*you can play as Souls of any creature, or any multitude of races for Soulhunters or Mourners*
Hey y’all, you can call me Sel, pronouns they/he. Some things about me, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
Is art
@Irunwithskissors
Greg is exploring the Graveyard, doing anything from kicking pebbles, to reading gravestones, to just sighing very loudly to entertain himself. He seems to have ran out of things to do here very quickly.
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Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
Fanny approaches him, “Hey there.”
Hey y’all, you can call me Sel, pronouns they/he. Some things about me, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
Is art
@Irunwithskissors
As night falls on the Graveyard, a shadowy figure emerges from the cabin, carrying a glowing lantern.
Hey y’all, you can call me Sel, pronouns they/he. Some things about me, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
Is art
@Irunwithskissors
“Cat person.” Chase says. “Perfectly normal.” He’s slumped over and hugging his legs to his chest, crying.
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
Extended Signature!
“It’s dead. Like me.” He sighs. “Wonder what Iris would have to say about all this.”
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
Extended Signature!
“Me. I’m Chase. That’s my name.” He sighs again.
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
Extended Signature!
“You must be dead. Like me! I’m dead. We can be dead together.” He sighs a third time.
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
Extended Signature!
A figure, dressed in red. Walks up to the graveyards gates. His hat covers his eyes, his mouth in a wicked smile. He carries a strange looking tool or weapon, you cant tell which.
Devin is standing in the graveyard. He hides behind a grave as he sees the man.
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
Extended Signature!
The figure opens the gate. He walks nonchalantly, like this is just a normal afternoon.
Devin snaps, and suddenly in his place is an avatar made of pure shadows, horrifying and large. He stands up. “Leave. This is my resting place. You aren’t welcome here.”
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
Extended Signature!