"the thing I know I can hurt is no innocent, belive you me"
its tentacles continue stretching, squirming across the land, as its eyes scan the horizon
“Then why do you want to attack a port?”
“Can you understand me?”
"that's just the job description. we became pirates in life, still pirates 200 years after we died"
it focuses its eyes on you again
“Seems kind of evil.”
“Nod if yes. Shake your head if-oh. You can’t if you can’t understand me.”
"and what did you do that was so great?"
it continues looking at you, silent, inscutable, almost.. eldrich
“When I died, I was working on a project. Y’know I’ve talked about the DAO. That’s where I used to live. But they imprisoned me there, wouldn’t let me leave. It was because I was an anomaly, someone with strange powers, that couldn’t be safe in the real world. There was an organization after us. I forget their name. I guess that’s what happens after you die-you sort of forget names. Well, I wanted to make a DAO where people could be happy AND safe, and they could leave if they wanted. So me, Rex, Adrian, and Zane left. Those are some of my friends. We began working on a new DAO, and managed to hire some builders. Eventually, the organization after us found us. They wanted us dead. I got shot five times. The rest managed to escape. And they did it. Due to my sacrifice, they were able to make a DAO where everyone could be safe. Got shot twice in the chest, once in the leg, once in the arm, and once in the head. Bet you can’t claim that.” *This never happened in the DAO thread, but Devin had plans to do this. All the characters mentioned are my characters, so I’m not forcing a future on any other characters.*
“You can’t understand me.”
"lets see.... sword wound to the chest, missing a hand, shot three times, once in the leg, twice in the chest, and pistol whipped to the head"
it makes a sound, not unlike that of a whale. not a language, per se, but something.... similar
“I got shot in the leg before that. So shot in the leg twice.” *This is canon. He did actually get shot.*
”Yeah, this language doesn’t hurt. Thanks buddy. What can I call you?”
"you want to know how I lost this hand?"
you blink, and its gone. looking around, you see it a few hundred feet away, still scanning
“Shot?” He guesses. “Eaten?”
“It can teleport!”
"bitten off by a man named Richard Nixon"
its tentacles are speading out from where it is now, moving like roots, of a monolithic tree
“Wasn’t he a president?”
“Hey! Stop!” Chase calls.
"how should I know?"
it turns to look at you
“I think he was a president.”
“No! You’re scaring people!”
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
"the thing I know I can hurt is no innocent, belive you me"
its tentacles continue stretching, squirming across the land, as its eyes scan the horizon
“Then why do you want to attack a port?”
“Can you understand me?”
"that's just the job description. we became pirates in life, still pirates 200 years after we died"
it focuses its eyes on you again
“Seems kind of evil.”
“Nod if yes. Shake your head if-oh. You can’t if you can’t understand me.”
"and what did you do that was so great?"
it continues looking at you, silent, inscutable, almost.. eldrich
“When I died, I was working on a project. Y’know I’ve talked about the DAO. That’s where I used to live. But they imprisoned me there, wouldn’t let me leave. It was because I was an anomaly, someone with strange powers, that couldn’t be safe in the real world. There was an organization after us. I forget their name. I guess that’s what happens after you die-you sort of forget names. Well, I wanted to make a DAO where people could be happy AND safe, and they could leave if they wanted. So me, Rex, Adrian, and Zane left. Those are some of my friends. We began working on a new DAO, and managed to hire some builders. Eventually, the organization after us found us. They wanted us dead. I got shot five times. The rest managed to escape. And they did it. Due to my sacrifice, they were able to make a DAO where everyone could be safe. Got shot twice in the chest, once in the leg, once in the arm, and once in the head. Bet you can’t claim that.” *This never happened in the DAO thread, but Devin had plans to do this. All the characters mentioned are my characters, so I’m not forcing a future on any other characters.*
“You can’t understand me.”
"lets see.... sword wound to the chest, missing a hand, shot three times, once in the leg, twice in the chest, and pistol whipped to the head"
it makes a sound, not unlike that of a whale. not a language, per se, but something.... similar
“I got shot in the leg before that. So shot in the leg twice.” *This is canon. He did actually get shot.*
”Yeah, this language doesn’t hurt. Thanks buddy. What can I call you?”
"you want to know how I lost this hand?"
you blink, and its gone. looking around, you see it a few hundred feet away, still scanning
“Shot?” He guesses. “Eaten?”
“It can teleport!”
"bitten off by a man named Richard Nixon"
its tentacles are speading out from where it is now, moving like roots, of a monolithic tree
“Wasn’t he a president?”
“Hey! Stop!” Chase calls.
"how should I know?"
it turns to look at you
“I think he was a president.”
“No! You’re scaring people!”
*he lied btw. its like the joker*
"could've been. I tended to stay on the sea when I could"
it makes the whale-like sounds again
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Pronouns: I don't [GP]ing care. call me whatever
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
"the thing I know I can hurt is no innocent, belive you me"
its tentacles continue stretching, squirming across the land, as its eyes scan the horizon
“Then why do you want to attack a port?”
“Can you understand me?”
"that's just the job description. we became pirates in life, still pirates 200 years after we died"
it focuses its eyes on you again
“Seems kind of evil.”
“Nod if yes. Shake your head if-oh. You can’t if you can’t understand me.”
"and what did you do that was so great?"
it continues looking at you, silent, inscutable, almost.. eldrich
“When I died, I was working on a project. Y’know I’ve talked about the DAO. That’s where I used to live. But they imprisoned me there, wouldn’t let me leave. It was because I was an anomaly, someone with strange powers, that couldn’t be safe in the real world. There was an organization after us. I forget their name. I guess that’s what happens after you die-you sort of forget names. Well, I wanted to make a DAO where people could be happy AND safe, and they could leave if they wanted. So me, Rex, Adrian, and Zane left. Those are some of my friends. We began working on a new DAO, and managed to hire some builders. Eventually, the organization after us found us. They wanted us dead. I got shot five times. The rest managed to escape. And they did it. Due to my sacrifice, they were able to make a DAO where everyone could be safe. Got shot twice in the chest, once in the leg, once in the arm, and once in the head. Bet you can’t claim that.” *This never happened in the DAO thread, but Devin had plans to do this. All the characters mentioned are my characters, so I’m not forcing a future on any other characters.*
“You can’t understand me.”
"lets see.... sword wound to the chest, missing a hand, shot three times, once in the leg, twice in the chest, and pistol whipped to the head"
it makes a sound, not unlike that of a whale. not a language, per se, but something.... similar
“I got shot in the leg before that. So shot in the leg twice.” *This is canon. He did actually get shot.*
”Yeah, this language doesn’t hurt. Thanks buddy. What can I call you?”
"you want to know how I lost this hand?"
you blink, and its gone. looking around, you see it a few hundred feet away, still scanning
“Shot?” He guesses. “Eaten?”
“It can teleport!”
"bitten off by a man named Richard Nixon"
its tentacles are speading out from where it is now, moving like roots, of a monolithic tree
“Wasn’t he a president?”
“Hey! Stop!” Chase calls.
"how should I know?"
it turns to look at you
“I think he was a president.”
“No! You’re scaring people!”
*he lied btw. its like the joker*
"could've been. I tended to stay on the sea when I could"
it makes the whale-like sounds again
“Oh. Are you sure it was Nixon?”
“Scary!” He makes a scared face.
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
"the thing I know I can hurt is no innocent, belive you me"
its tentacles continue stretching, squirming across the land, as its eyes scan the horizon
“Then why do you want to attack a port?”
“Can you understand me?”
"that's just the job description. we became pirates in life, still pirates 200 years after we died"
it focuses its eyes on you again
“Seems kind of evil.”
“Nod if yes. Shake your head if-oh. You can’t if you can’t understand me.”
"and what did you do that was so great?"
it continues looking at you, silent, inscutable, almost.. eldrich
“When I died, I was working on a project. Y’know I’ve talked about the DAO. That’s where I used to live. But they imprisoned me there, wouldn’t let me leave. It was because I was an anomaly, someone with strange powers, that couldn’t be safe in the real world. There was an organization after us. I forget their name. I guess that’s what happens after you die-you sort of forget names. Well, I wanted to make a DAO where people could be happy AND safe, and they could leave if they wanted. So me, Rex, Adrian, and Zane left. Those are some of my friends. We began working on a new DAO, and managed to hire some builders. Eventually, the organization after us found us. They wanted us dead. I got shot five times. The rest managed to escape. And they did it. Due to my sacrifice, they were able to make a DAO where everyone could be safe. Got shot twice in the chest, once in the leg, once in the arm, and once in the head. Bet you can’t claim that.” *This never happened in the DAO thread, but Devin had plans to do this. All the characters mentioned are my characters, so I’m not forcing a future on any other characters.*
“You can’t understand me.”
"lets see.... sword wound to the chest, missing a hand, shot three times, once in the leg, twice in the chest, and pistol whipped to the head"
it makes a sound, not unlike that of a whale. not a language, per se, but something.... similar
“I got shot in the leg before that. So shot in the leg twice.” *This is canon. He did actually get shot.*
”Yeah, this language doesn’t hurt. Thanks buddy. What can I call you?”
"you want to know how I lost this hand?"
you blink, and its gone. looking around, you see it a few hundred feet away, still scanning
“Shot?” He guesses. “Eaten?”
“It can teleport!”
"bitten off by a man named Richard Nixon"
its tentacles are speading out from where it is now, moving like roots, of a monolithic tree
“Wasn’t he a president?”
“Hey! Stop!” Chase calls.
"how should I know?"
it turns to look at you
“I think he was a president.”
“No! You’re scaring people!”
*he lied btw. its like the joker*
"could've been. I tended to stay on the sea when I could"
it makes the whale-like sounds again
“Oh. Are you sure it was Nixon?”
“Scary!” He makes a scared face.
"that's what he said his name was"
its tentacles continue probing, searching for something
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Pronouns: I don't [GP]ing care. call me whatever
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
"the thing I know I can hurt is no innocent, belive you me"
its tentacles continue stretching, squirming across the land, as its eyes scan the horizon
“Then why do you want to attack a port?”
“Can you understand me?”
"that's just the job description. we became pirates in life, still pirates 200 years after we died"
it focuses its eyes on you again
“Seems kind of evil.”
“Nod if yes. Shake your head if-oh. You can’t if you can’t understand me.”
"and what did you do that was so great?"
it continues looking at you, silent, inscutable, almost.. eldrich
“When I died, I was working on a project. Y’know I’ve talked about the DAO. That’s where I used to live. But they imprisoned me there, wouldn’t let me leave. It was because I was an anomaly, someone with strange powers, that couldn’t be safe in the real world. There was an organization after us. I forget their name. I guess that’s what happens after you die-you sort of forget names. Well, I wanted to make a DAO where people could be happy AND safe, and they could leave if they wanted. So me, Rex, Adrian, and Zane left. Those are some of my friends. We began working on a new DAO, and managed to hire some builders. Eventually, the organization after us found us. They wanted us dead. I got shot five times. The rest managed to escape. And they did it. Due to my sacrifice, they were able to make a DAO where everyone could be safe. Got shot twice in the chest, once in the leg, once in the arm, and once in the head. Bet you can’t claim that.” *This never happened in the DAO thread, but Devin had plans to do this. All the characters mentioned are my characters, so I’m not forcing a future on any other characters.*
“You can’t understand me.”
"lets see.... sword wound to the chest, missing a hand, shot three times, once in the leg, twice in the chest, and pistol whipped to the head"
it makes a sound, not unlike that of a whale. not a language, per se, but something.... similar
“I got shot in the leg before that. So shot in the leg twice.” *This is canon. He did actually get shot.*
”Yeah, this language doesn’t hurt. Thanks buddy. What can I call you?”
"you want to know how I lost this hand?"
you blink, and its gone. looking around, you see it a few hundred feet away, still scanning
“Shot?” He guesses. “Eaten?”
“It can teleport!”
"bitten off by a man named Richard Nixon"
its tentacles are speading out from where it is now, moving like roots, of a monolithic tree
“Wasn’t he a president?”
“Hey! Stop!” Chase calls.
"how should I know?"
it turns to look at you
“I think he was a president.”
“No! You’re scaring people!”
*he lied btw. its like the joker*
"could've been. I tended to stay on the sea when I could"
it makes the whale-like sounds again
“Oh. Are you sure it was Nixon?”
“Scary!” He makes a scared face.
"that's what he said his name was"
its tentacles continue probing, searching for something
“Could’ve been lying. Hey, when were you alive?”
He starts shaking his head. “No. Scary.”
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
"the thing I know I can hurt is no innocent, belive you me"
its tentacles continue stretching, squirming across the land, as its eyes scan the horizon
“Then why do you want to attack a port?”
“Can you understand me?”
"that's just the job description. we became pirates in life, still pirates 200 years after we died"
it focuses its eyes on you again
“Seems kind of evil.”
“Nod if yes. Shake your head if-oh. You can’t if you can’t understand me.”
"and what did you do that was so great?"
it continues looking at you, silent, inscutable, almost.. eldrich
“When I died, I was working on a project. Y’know I’ve talked about the DAO. That’s where I used to live. But they imprisoned me there, wouldn’t let me leave. It was because I was an anomaly, someone with strange powers, that couldn’t be safe in the real world. There was an organization after us. I forget their name. I guess that’s what happens after you die-you sort of forget names. Well, I wanted to make a DAO where people could be happy AND safe, and they could leave if they wanted. So me, Rex, Adrian, and Zane left. Those are some of my friends. We began working on a new DAO, and managed to hire some builders. Eventually, the organization after us found us. They wanted us dead. I got shot five times. The rest managed to escape. And they did it. Due to my sacrifice, they were able to make a DAO where everyone could be safe. Got shot twice in the chest, once in the leg, once in the arm, and once in the head. Bet you can’t claim that.” *This never happened in the DAO thread, but Devin had plans to do this. All the characters mentioned are my characters, so I’m not forcing a future on any other characters.*
“You can’t understand me.”
"lets see.... sword wound to the chest, missing a hand, shot three times, once in the leg, twice in the chest, and pistol whipped to the head"
it makes a sound, not unlike that of a whale. not a language, per se, but something.... similar
“I got shot in the leg before that. So shot in the leg twice.” *This is canon. He did actually get shot.*
”Yeah, this language doesn’t hurt. Thanks buddy. What can I call you?”
"you want to know how I lost this hand?"
you blink, and its gone. looking around, you see it a few hundred feet away, still scanning
“Shot?” He guesses. “Eaten?”
“It can teleport!”
"bitten off by a man named Richard Nixon"
its tentacles are speading out from where it is now, moving like roots, of a monolithic tree
“Wasn’t he a president?”
“Hey! Stop!” Chase calls.
"how should I know?"
it turns to look at you
“I think he was a president.”
“No! You’re scaring people!”
*he lied btw. its like the joker*
"could've been. I tended to stay on the sea when I could"
it makes the whale-like sounds again
“Oh. Are you sure it was Nixon?”
“Scary!” He makes a scared face.
"that's what he said his name was"
its tentacles continue probing, searching for something
“Could’ve been lying. Hey, when were you alive?”
He starts shaking his head. “No. Scary.”
"I, we died in.... what was it...... '19? '20? that would make it...... 300 years after our death."
it locks its eyes on you, and the tentacles slow down
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
[Selia, do Souls get tired or exhausted from exercise? And on a similar note, do they need to sleep, eat, drink or breathe?]
*I don’t think Selia is here :(*
*Apologies, school. Depending on how long they’ve been a Soul, yes. Those who have yet to recognize their death are beyond physical needs, although they can still sleep, eat, drink, and breath*
*additionally, once they recognize this death, they are capable of transformation*
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Hey y’all, you can call me Sel or Julian or whatever, I don’t really care. Pronouns are they/he. Some things about be, 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
[Selia, do Souls get tired or exhausted from exercise? And on a similar note, do they need to sleep, eat, drink or breathe?]
*I don’t think Selia is here :(*
*Apologies, school. Depending on how long they’ve been a Soul, yes. Those who have yet to recognize their death are beyond physical needs, although they can still sleep, eat, drink, and breath*
*additionally, once they recognize this death, they are capable of transformation*
[Oooh, cool! What counts as 'recognising their death'? Is that like coming to terms with it, or just acknowledging that it's happened?]
Greg has made his way back to the house on top of the hill, and after toying with the oven to find that he can only adjust the heat remotely with his power, which is borderline useless, he went outside to try and do some pull-ups on one of the firm branches of the decaying trees, thinking that he may as well try and get in shape so he can enjoy near-eternity, but only got a few in before he ran out of energy. Keeled over and leaning on the trunk, he breathes in and mutters 'God...at least I've got time to get better at that...'
Greg has made his way back to the house on top of the hill, and after toying with the oven to find that he can only adjust the heat remotely with his power, which is borderline useless, he went outside to try and do some pull-ups on one of the firm branches of the decaying trees, thinking that he may as well try and get in shape so he can enjoy near-eternity, but only got a few in before he ran out of energy. Keeled over and leaning on the trunk, he breathes in and mutters 'God...at least I've got time to get better at that...'
Devin is sitting outside of the house, next to his grave. He has somehow changed his clothes, and is wearing a sunshine t-shirt with black pants. He still has bullet holes all over his body. He nods to Greg. “Hello there.”
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Greg has made his way back to the house on top of the hill, and after toying with the oven to find that he can only adjust the heat remotely with his power, which is borderline useless, he went outside to try and do some pull-ups on one of the firm branches of the decaying trees, thinking that he may as well try and get in shape so he can enjoy near-eternity, but only got a few in before he ran out of energy. Keeled over and leaning on the trunk, he breathes in and mutters 'God...at least I've got time to get better at that...'
Devin is sitting outside of the house, next to his grave. He has somehow changed his clothes, and is wearing a sunshine t-shirt with black pants. He still has bullet holes all over his body. He nods to Greg. “Hello there.”
Greg looks up and says 'Hey.' He looks across the bullet holes on Devin's body and muses 'Looks like I've got competition,' in relation to the singular wound over his own heart, though from that hole a spiderweb of cracks and fractures cover his body.
Greg has made his way back to the house on top of the hill, and after toying with the oven to find that he can only adjust the heat remotely with his power, which is borderline useless, he went outside to try and do some pull-ups on one of the firm branches of the decaying trees, thinking that he may as well try and get in shape so he can enjoy near-eternity, but only got a few in before he ran out of energy. Keeled over and leaning on the trunk, he breathes in and mutters 'God...at least I've got time to get better at that...'
Devin is sitting outside of the house, next to his grave. He has somehow changed his clothes, and is wearing a sunshine t-shirt with black pants. He still has bullet holes all over his body. He nods to Greg. “Hello there.”
Greg looks up and says 'Hey.' He looks across the bullet holes on Devin's body and muses 'Looks like I've got competition,' in relation to the singular wound over his own heart, though from that hole a spiderweb of cracks and fractures cover his body.
“Yeah. The people who killed me were overzealous. I’m Devin.”
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Greg has made his way back to the house on top of the hill, and after toying with the oven to find that he can only adjust the heat remotely with his power, which is borderline useless, he went outside to try and do some pull-ups on one of the firm branches of the decaying trees, thinking that he may as well try and get in shape so he can enjoy near-eternity, but only got a few in before he ran out of energy. Keeled over and leaning on the trunk, he breathes in and mutters 'God...at least I've got time to get better at that...'
Devin is sitting outside of the house, next to his grave. He has somehow changed his clothes, and is wearing a sunshine t-shirt with black pants. He still has bullet holes all over his body. He nods to Greg. “Hello there.”
Greg looks up and says 'Hey.' He looks across the bullet holes on Devin's body and muses 'Looks like I've got competition,' in relation to the singular wound over his own heart, though from that hole a spiderweb of cracks and fractures cover his body.
“Yeah. The people who killed me were overzealous. I’m Devin.”
Greg smiles at this. He gets up and puts a hand out. 'Greg. Nice to meetcha.' He looks down at Devin's shirt and smirks, saying 'It's a little ironic that you wound up here with that on, seein' as this place really is the opposite of sunshine and rainbows.'
Greg has made his way back to the house on top of the hill, and after toying with the oven to find that he can only adjust the heat remotely with his power, which is borderline useless, he went outside to try and do some pull-ups on one of the firm branches of the decaying trees, thinking that he may as well try and get in shape so he can enjoy near-eternity, but only got a few in before he ran out of energy. Keeled over and leaning on the trunk, he breathes in and mutters 'God...at least I've got time to get better at that...'
Devin is sitting outside of the house, next to his grave. He has somehow changed his clothes, and is wearing a sunshine t-shirt with black pants. He still has bullet holes all over his body. He nods to Greg. “Hello there.”
Greg looks up and says 'Hey.' He looks across the bullet holes on Devin's body and muses 'Looks like I've got competition,' in relation to the singular wound over his own heart, though from that hole a spiderweb of cracks and fractures cover his body.
“Yeah. The people who killed me were overzealous. I’m Devin.”
Greg smiles at this. He gets up and puts a hand out. 'Greg. Nice to meetcha.' He looks down at Devin's shirt and smirks, saying 'It's a little ironic that you wound up here with that on, seein' as this place really is the opposite of sunshine and rainbows.'
“Oh. I just wanted this place to be a bit more cheery, so I figured out how to put on new clothes. It’s easy, really, for me, I just have to visualize them on me. At least that’s how it is for myself.”
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Greg has made his way back to the house on top of the hill, and after toying with the oven to find that he can only adjust the heat remotely with his power, which is borderline useless, he went outside to try and do some pull-ups on one of the firm branches of the decaying trees, thinking that he may as well try and get in shape so he can enjoy near-eternity, but only got a few in before he ran out of energy. Keeled over and leaning on the trunk, he breathes in and mutters 'God...at least I've got time to get better at that...'
Devin is sitting outside of the house, next to his grave. He has somehow changed his clothes, and is wearing a sunshine t-shirt with black pants. He still has bullet holes all over his body. He nods to Greg. “Hello there.”
Greg looks up and says 'Hey.' He looks across the bullet holes on Devin's body and muses 'Looks like I've got competition,' in relation to the singular wound over his own heart, though from that hole a spiderweb of cracks and fractures cover his body.
“Yeah. The people who killed me were overzealous. I’m Devin.”
Greg smiles at this. He gets up and puts a hand out. 'Greg. Nice to meetcha.' He looks down at Devin's shirt and smirks, saying 'It's a little ironic that you wound up here with that on, seein' as this place really is the opposite of sunshine and rainbows.'
“Oh. I just wanted this place to be a bit more cheery, so I figured out how to put on new clothes. It’s easy, really, for me, I just have to visualize them on me. At least that’s how it is for myself.”
'Damn, that easy, huh? I pretty much lived in this damn hoodie, so a change wouldn't be too bad.' He scrunches up his face and thinks, though there isn't any change. He sighs and says 'Welp, guess I'm sticking with this.'
Greg has made his way back to the house on top of the hill, and after toying with the oven to find that he can only adjust the heat remotely with his power, which is borderline useless, he went outside to try and do some pull-ups on one of the firm branches of the decaying trees, thinking that he may as well try and get in shape so he can enjoy near-eternity, but only got a few in before he ran out of energy. Keeled over and leaning on the trunk, he breathes in and mutters 'God...at least I've got time to get better at that...'
Devin is sitting outside of the house, next to his grave. He has somehow changed his clothes, and is wearing a sunshine t-shirt with black pants. He still has bullet holes all over his body. He nods to Greg. “Hello there.”
Greg looks up and says 'Hey.' He looks across the bullet holes on Devin's body and muses 'Looks like I've got competition,' in relation to the singular wound over his own heart, though from that hole a spiderweb of cracks and fractures cover his body.
“Yeah. The people who killed me were overzealous. I’m Devin.”
Greg smiles at this. He gets up and puts a hand out. 'Greg. Nice to meetcha.' He looks down at Devin's shirt and smirks, saying 'It's a little ironic that you wound up here with that on, seein' as this place really is the opposite of sunshine and rainbows.'
“Oh. I just wanted this place to be a bit more cheery, so I figured out how to put on new clothes. It’s easy, really, for me, I just have to visualize them on me. At least that’s how it is for myself.”
'Damn, that easy, huh? I pretty much lived in this damn hoodie, so a change wouldn't be too bad.' He scrunches up his face and thinks, though there isn't any change. He sighs and says 'Welp, guess I'm sticking with this.'
He shrugs. “Could be because of my powers, but I don’t know how that would work. Apparently, there are different universes here. What universe are you from?”
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Fanny is messing around the kitchen, talking to Souls and Mourners, trying to craft a new recipe.
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Hey y’all, you can call me Sel or Julian or whatever, I don’t really care. Pronouns are they/he. Some things about be, 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 has made his way back to the house on top of the hill, and after toying with the oven to find that he can only adjust the heat remotely with his power, which is borderline useless, he went outside to try and do some pull-ups on one of the firm branches of the decaying trees, thinking that he may as well try and get in shape so he can enjoy near-eternity, but only got a few in before he ran out of energy. Keeled over and leaning on the trunk, he breathes in and mutters 'God...at least I've got time to get better at that...'
Devin is sitting outside of the house, next to his grave. He has somehow changed his clothes, and is wearing a sunshine t-shirt with black pants. He still has bullet holes all over his body. He nods to Greg. “Hello there.”
Greg looks up and says 'Hey.' He looks across the bullet holes on Devin's body and muses 'Looks like I've got competition,' in relation to the singular wound over his own heart, though from that hole a spiderweb of cracks and fractures cover his body.
“Yeah. The people who killed me were overzealous. I’m Devin.”
Greg smiles at this. He gets up and puts a hand out. 'Greg. Nice to meetcha.' He looks down at Devin's shirt and smirks, saying 'It's a little ironic that you wound up here with that on, seein' as this place really is the opposite of sunshine and rainbows.'
“Oh. I just wanted this place to be a bit more cheery, so I figured out how to put on new clothes. It’s easy, really, for me, I just have to visualize them on me. At least that’s how it is for myself.”
'Damn, that easy, huh? I pretty much lived in this damn hoodie, so a change wouldn't be too bad.' He scrunches up his face and thinks, though there isn't any change. He sighs and says 'Welp, guess I'm sticking with this.'
He shrugs. “Could be because of my powers, but I don’t know how that would work. Apparently, there are different universes here. What universe are you from?”
Greg shrugs and says 'Pfft, I dunno. Can't say my world was anything special. Everyone had powers like usual, but I lived in a big city where people with all different types of powers could live together, called San Fuerza. The place dealt me nothing but dirt though, which is why I joined a force of freedom fighters to try and uncover the secrets behind it all and yeah, ended up here after our raid on a power plant went wrong.'
[The players in the San Fuerza thread were canonically trying to take down a plan to reset the universe, but this was only discovered after Greg's death, and since the thread died before they could, my view is that the party were too late and that San Fuerza actually did end up getting reset lol]
Fanny is messing around the kitchen, talking to Souls and Mourners, trying to craft a new recipe.
Chase stumbles up to Fanny. “What are you doing? We should be trying to escape, to come back to life!”
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
“I think he was a president.”
“No! You’re scaring people!”
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
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*he lied btw. its like the joker*
"could've been. I tended to stay on the sea when I could"
it makes the whale-like sounds again
Pronouns: I don't [GP]ing care. call me whatever
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
“Oh. Are you sure it was Nixon?”
“Scary!” He makes a scared face.
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
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"that's what he said his name was"
its tentacles continue probing, searching for something
Pronouns: I don't [GP]ing care. call me whatever
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
“Could’ve been lying. Hey, when were you alive?”
He starts shaking his head. “No. Scary.”
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
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"I, we died in.... what was it...... '19? '20? that would make it...... 300 years after our death."
it locks its eyes on you, and the tentacles slow down
Pronouns: I don't [GP]ing care. call me whatever
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
*cut*
“What was the digit before that?”
He nods, smiling. “Thank you.”
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
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*Apologies, school. Depending on how long they’ve been a Soul, yes. Those who have yet to recognize their death are beyond physical needs, although they can still sleep, eat, drink, and breath*
*additionally, once they recognize this death, they are capable of transformation*
Hey y’all, you can call me Sel or Julian or whatever, I don’t really care. Pronouns are they/he. Some things about be, 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
[Oooh, cool! What counts as 'recognising their death'? Is that like coming to terms with it, or just acknowledging that it's happened?]
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!
Greg has made his way back to the house on top of the hill, and after toying with the oven to find that he can only adjust the heat remotely with his power, which is borderline useless, he went outside to try and do some pull-ups on one of the firm branches of the decaying trees, thinking that he may as well try and get in shape so he can enjoy near-eternity, but only got a few in before he ran out of energy. Keeled over and leaning on the trunk, he breathes in and mutters 'God...at least I've got time to get better at that...'
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!
Devin is sitting outside of the house, next to his grave. He has somehow changed his clothes, and is wearing a sunshine t-shirt with black pants. He still has bullet holes all over his body. He nods to Greg. “Hello there.”
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
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Greg looks up and says 'Hey.' He looks across the bullet holes on Devin's body and muses 'Looks like I've got competition,' in relation to the singular wound over his own heart, though from that hole a spiderweb of cracks and fractures cover his body.
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!
“Yeah. The people who killed me were overzealous. I’m Devin.”
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
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Greg smiles at this. He gets up and puts a hand out. 'Greg. Nice to meetcha.' He looks down at Devin's shirt and smirks, saying 'It's a little ironic that you wound up here with that on, seein' as this place really is the opposite of sunshine and rainbows.'
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. I just wanted this place to be a bit more cheery, so I figured out how to put on new clothes. It’s easy, really, for me, I just have to visualize them on me. At least that’s how it is for myself.”
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
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'Damn, that easy, huh? I pretty much lived in this damn hoodie, so a change wouldn't be too bad.' He scrunches up his face and thinks, though there isn't any change. He sighs and says 'Welp, guess I'm sticking with this.'
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!
He shrugs. “Could be because of my powers, but I don’t know how that would work. Apparently, there are different universes here. What universe are you from?”
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
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Fanny is messing around the kitchen, talking to Souls and Mourners, trying to craft a new recipe.
Hey y’all, you can call me Sel or Julian or whatever, I don’t really care. Pronouns are they/he. Some things about be, 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 shrugs and says 'Pfft, I dunno. Can't say my world was anything special. Everyone had powers like usual, but I lived in a big city where people with all different types of powers could live together, called San Fuerza. The place dealt me nothing but dirt though, which is why I joined a force of freedom fighters to try and uncover the secrets behind it all and yeah, ended up here after our raid on a power plant went wrong.'
[The players in the San Fuerza thread were canonically trying to take down a plan to reset the universe, but this was only discovered after Greg's death, and since the thread died before they could, my view is that the party were too late and that San Fuerza actually did end up getting reset lol]
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!
Chase stumbles up to Fanny. “What are you doing? We should be trying to escape, to come back to life!”
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
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