As the fog clears, a stout man with a buzz cut splutters and gasps as he waves his hand in front of his face. 'Gah, phew, that sure is stifling! Heheh...' Greg looks around and his laughter fades. The graveyard is cold, grey, and silent. 'Umm...uh...where the heck am I? Roland? Henri? Where the heck is everyone?' He mutters to himself and walks forwards a few steps, before flinching as he feels a sharp pain like a stitch over his heart. He looks down to see a bullet hole over his heart, and cracks like shattered glass spread over his whole body. He grimaces and says 'Damn. That's a pain.' He continues to look at it for a few seconds before the penny drops, and he remembers where he was before. The powerplant. The guards. The fight. He looks up slowly and hangs his head back, deeply sighing. 'Awwwww, great. I'm dead.'
*why thank you*
Fanny approaches the man, “Indeed you are”
Greg turns around and says 'Oh hey. Thanks for the uhh, confirmation. The bullet hole in the chest told me the same thing too, but y'know.' He breathes in for a second and centres himself. He's got no clue where he is, and for all he knows, this girl could be the only person around, so it's not great to get off to a bad start. He continues with 'Forget about it. Talk me through this whole thing. Is this like the waiting room before the big guy, or am I like, here? Forever?' His eyes twinge with distress that the latter's probably the truth.
As the fog clears, a stout man with a buzz cut splutters and gasps as he waves his hand in front of his face. 'Gah, phew, that sure is stifling! Heheh...' Greg looks around and his laughter fades. The graveyard is cold, grey, and silent. 'Umm...uh...where the heck am I? Roland? Henri? Where the heck is everyone?' He mutters to himself and walks forwards a few steps, before flinching as he feels a sharp pain like a stitch over his heart. He looks down to see a bullet hole over his heart, and cracks like shattered glass spread over his whole body. He grimaces and says 'Damn. That's a pain.' He continues to look at it for a few seconds before the penny drops, and he remembers where he was before. The powerplant. The guards. The fight. He looks up slowly and hangs his head back, deeply sighing. 'Awwwww, great. I'm dead.'
*why thank you*
Fanny approaches the man, “Indeed you are”
Greg turns around and says 'Oh hey. Thanks for the uhh, confirmation. The bullet hole in the chest told me the same thing too, but y'know.' He breathes in for a second and centres himself. He's got no clue where he is, and for all he knows, this girl could be the only person around, so it's not great to get off to a bad start. He continues with 'Forget about it. Talk me through this whole thing. Is this like the waiting room before the big guy, or am I like, here? Forever?' His eyes twinge with distress that the latter's probably the truth.
Fanny’s eyes soften, “You’re here until you can find a way to leave. The Keeper generally helps Souls find their Tether and leave if they wish, but I promise it’s not that bad here.”
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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
As the fog clears, a stout man with a buzz cut splutters and gasps as he waves his hand in front of his face. 'Gah, phew, that sure is stifling! Heheh...' Greg looks around and his laughter fades. The graveyard is cold, grey, and silent. 'Umm...uh...where the heck am I? Roland? Henri? Where the heck is everyone?' He mutters to himself and walks forwards a few steps, before flinching as he feels a sharp pain like a stitch over his heart. He looks down to see a bullet hole over his heart, and cracks like shattered glass spread over his whole body. He grimaces and says 'Damn. That's a pain.' He continues to look at it for a few seconds before the penny drops, and he remembers where he was before. The powerplant. The guards. The fight. He looks up slowly and hangs his head back, deeply sighing. 'Awwwww, great. I'm dead.'
*why thank you*
Fanny approaches the man, “Indeed you are”
Greg turns around and says 'Oh hey. Thanks for the uhh, confirmation. The bullet hole in the chest told me the same thing too, but y'know.' He breathes in for a second and centres himself. He's got no clue where he is, and for all he knows, this girl could be the only person around, so it's not great to get off to a bad start. He continues with 'Forget about it. Talk me through this whole thing. Is this like the waiting room before the big guy, or am I like, here? Forever?' His eyes twinge with distress that the latter's probably the truth.
Fanny’s eyes soften, “You’re here until you can find a way to leave. The Keeper generally helps Souls find their Tether and leave if they wish, but I promise it’s not that bad here.”
He inhales through his teeth, puts his hands in his pockets and shrugs 'I'll be honest with ya, I understood none of that, all I got was that I can get out, so that's a big tick. As for what to do while I'm waiting, I think I'll be the judge of how good this place is meant to be, alright?' He then raises an eyebrow and smiles slightly as he asks 'Priority numero uno. You got cable?' His smile widens, the Spanish in that sentence butchered by his accent, which could be anywhere from Boston to Chicago to New York.
A tall boy wearing a yellow jacket, with messy brown hair and amber eyes is sitting next to Devin. He wears green pants, carries a rapier, and wears a turquoise colored scarf that waves around in the wind.
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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!
As the fog clears, a stout man with a buzz cut splutters and gasps as he waves his hand in front of his face. 'Gah, phew, that sure is stifling! Heheh...' Greg looks around and his laughter fades. The graveyard is cold, grey, and silent. 'Umm...uh...where the heck am I? Roland? Henri? Where the heck is everyone?' He mutters to himself and walks forwards a few steps, before flinching as he feels a sharp pain like a stitch over his heart. He looks down to see a bullet hole over his heart, and cracks like shattered glass spread over his whole body. He grimaces and says 'Damn. That's a pain.' He continues to look at it for a few seconds before the penny drops, and he remembers where he was before. The powerplant. The guards. The fight. He looks up slowly and hangs his head back, deeply sighing. 'Awwwww, great. I'm dead.'
*why thank you*
Fanny approaches the man, “Indeed you are”
Greg turns around and says 'Oh hey. Thanks for the uhh, confirmation. The bullet hole in the chest told me the same thing too, but y'know.' He breathes in for a second and centres himself. He's got no clue where he is, and for all he knows, this girl could be the only person around, so it's not great to get off to a bad start. He continues with 'Forget about it. Talk me through this whole thing. Is this like the waiting room before the big guy, or am I like, here? Forever?' His eyes twinge with distress that the latter's probably the truth.
Fanny’s eyes soften, “You’re here until you can find a way to leave. The Keeper generally helps Souls find their Tether and leave if they wish, but I promise it’s not that bad here.”
He inhales through his teeth, puts his hands in his pockets and shrugs 'I'll be honest with ya, I understood none of that, all I got was that I can get out, so that's a big tick. As for what to do while I'm waiting, I think I'll be the judge of how good this place is meant to be, alright?' He then raises an eyebrow and smiles slightly as he asks 'Priority numero uno. You got cable?' His smile widens, the Spanish in that sentence butchered by his accent, which could be anywhere from Boston to Chicago to New York.
“You need to put in the work to leave, you can’t just leave. I’m not sure exactly what cable is, this place has a weird time warp going on.”
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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
As the fog clears, a stout man with a buzz cut splutters and gasps as he waves his hand in front of his face. 'Gah, phew, that sure is stifling! Heheh...' Greg looks around and his laughter fades. The graveyard is cold, grey, and silent. 'Umm...uh...where the heck am I? Roland? Henri? Where the heck is everyone?' He mutters to himself and walks forwards a few steps, before flinching as he feels a sharp pain like a stitch over his heart. He looks down to see a bullet hole over his heart, and cracks like shattered glass spread over his whole body. He grimaces and says 'Damn. That's a pain.' He continues to look at it for a few seconds before the penny drops, and he remembers where he was before. The powerplant. The guards. The fight. He looks up slowly and hangs his head back, deeply sighing. 'Awwwww, great. I'm dead.'
*why thank you*
Fanny approaches the man, “Indeed you are”
Greg turns around and says 'Oh hey. Thanks for the uhh, confirmation. The bullet hole in the chest told me the same thing too, but y'know.' He breathes in for a second and centres himself. He's got no clue where he is, and for all he knows, this girl could be the only person around, so it's not great to get off to a bad start. He continues with 'Forget about it. Talk me through this whole thing. Is this like the waiting room before the big guy, or am I like, here? Forever?' His eyes twinge with distress that the latter's probably the truth.
Fanny’s eyes soften, “You’re here until you can find a way to leave. The Keeper generally helps Souls find their Tether and leave if they wish, but I promise it’s not that bad here.”
He inhales through his teeth, puts his hands in his pockets and shrugs 'I'll be honest with ya, I understood none of that, all I got was that I can get out, so that's a big tick. As for what to do while I'm waiting, I think I'll be the judge of how good this place is meant to be, alright?' He then raises an eyebrow and smiles slightly as he asks 'Priority numero uno. You got cable?' His smile widens, the Spanish in that sentence butchered by his accent, which could be anywhere from Boston to Chicago to New York.
“You need to put in the work to leave, you can’t just leave. I’m not sure exactly what cable is, this place has a weird time warp going on.”
'Oooh, work. Not what I wanted to hear, but there's a hack for everything these days.' He sniffs and stares into the distance stroking his chin, mumbling thoughts under his breath, when he suddenly hears there's no television here. He groans far louder then he did when he found out he was dead, and then says 'God....well you must have something electronic here though, right? You got radio yet? Old-timey gramophones? Telegram? Anything?'
A tall boy wearing a yellow jacket, with messy brown hair and amber eyes is sitting next to Devin. He wears green pants, carries a rapier, and wears a turquoise colored scarf that waves around in the wind.
A shortish elf approaches the brown haired boy, scarlet locks flapping in the wind. She seems to be floating above the ground, and a golden lily tattoo appears to glow on her left shoulder.
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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
As the fog clears, a stout man with a buzz cut splutters and gasps as he waves his hand in front of his face. 'Gah, phew, that sure is stifling! Heheh...' Greg looks around and his laughter fades. The graveyard is cold, grey, and silent. 'Umm...uh...where the heck am I? Roland? Henri? Where the heck is everyone?' He mutters to himself and walks forwards a few steps, before flinching as he feels a sharp pain like a stitch over his heart. He looks down to see a bullet hole over his heart, and cracks like shattered glass spread over his whole body. He grimaces and says 'Damn. That's a pain.' He continues to look at it for a few seconds before the penny drops, and he remembers where he was before. The powerplant. The guards. The fight. He looks up slowly and hangs his head back, deeply sighing. 'Awwwww, great. I'm dead.'
*why thank you*
Fanny approaches the man, “Indeed you are”
Greg turns around and says 'Oh hey. Thanks for the uhh, confirmation. The bullet hole in the chest told me the same thing too, but y'know.' He breathes in for a second and centres himself. He's got no clue where he is, and for all he knows, this girl could be the only person around, so it's not great to get off to a bad start. He continues with 'Forget about it. Talk me through this whole thing. Is this like the waiting room before the big guy, or am I like, here? Forever?' His eyes twinge with distress that the latter's probably the truth.
Fanny’s eyes soften, “You’re here until you can find a way to leave. The Keeper generally helps Souls find their Tether and leave if they wish, but I promise it’s not that bad here.”
He inhales through his teeth, puts his hands in his pockets and shrugs 'I'll be honest with ya, I understood none of that, all I got was that I can get out, so that's a big tick. As for what to do while I'm waiting, I think I'll be the judge of how good this place is meant to be, alright?' He then raises an eyebrow and smiles slightly as he asks 'Priority numero uno. You got cable?' His smile widens, the Spanish in that sentence butchered by his accent, which could be anywhere from Boston to Chicago to New York.
“You need to put in the work to leave, you can’t just leave. I’m not sure exactly what cable is, this place has a weird time warp going on.”
'Oooh, work. Not what I wanted to hear, but there's a hack for everything these days.' He sniffs and stares into the distance stroking his chin, mumbling thoughts under his breath, when he suddenly hears there's no television here. He groans far louder then he did when he found out he was dead, and then says 'God....well you must have something electronic here though, right? You got radio yet? Old-timey gramophones? Telegram? Anything?'
“We have…an oven? Cooking supplies and such. But other than that, no.”
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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
A tall boy wearing a yellow jacket, with messy brown hair and amber eyes is sitting next to Devin. He wears green pants, carries a rapier, and wears a turquoise colored scarf that waves around in the wind.
A shortish elf approaches the brown haired boy, scarlet locks flapping in the wind. She seems to be floating above the ground, and a golden lily tattoo appears to glow on her left shoulder.
He frowns. “Where am I?”
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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!
As the fog clears, a stout man with a buzz cut splutters and gasps as he waves his hand in front of his face. 'Gah, phew, that sure is stifling! Heheh...' Greg looks around and his laughter fades. The graveyard is cold, grey, and silent. 'Umm...uh...where the heck am I? Roland? Henri? Where the heck is everyone?' He mutters to himself and walks forwards a few steps, before flinching as he feels a sharp pain like a stitch over his heart. He looks down to see a bullet hole over his heart, and cracks like shattered glass spread over his whole body. He grimaces and says 'Damn. That's a pain.' He continues to look at it for a few seconds before the penny drops, and he remembers where he was before. The powerplant. The guards. The fight. He looks up slowly and hangs his head back, deeply sighing. 'Awwwww, great. I'm dead.'
*why thank you*
Fanny approaches the man, “Indeed you are”
Greg turns around and says 'Oh hey. Thanks for the uhh, confirmation. The bullet hole in the chest told me the same thing too, but y'know.' He breathes in for a second and centres himself. He's got no clue where he is, and for all he knows, this girl could be the only person around, so it's not great to get off to a bad start. He continues with 'Forget about it. Talk me through this whole thing. Is this like the waiting room before the big guy, or am I like, here? Forever?' His eyes twinge with distress that the latter's probably the truth.
Fanny’s eyes soften, “You’re here until you can find a way to leave. The Keeper generally helps Souls find their Tether and leave if they wish, but I promise it’s not that bad here.”
He inhales through his teeth, puts his hands in his pockets and shrugs 'I'll be honest with ya, I understood none of that, all I got was that I can get out, so that's a big tick. As for what to do while I'm waiting, I think I'll be the judge of how good this place is meant to be, alright?' He then raises an eyebrow and smiles slightly as he asks 'Priority numero uno. You got cable?' His smile widens, the Spanish in that sentence butchered by his accent, which could be anywhere from Boston to Chicago to New York.
“You need to put in the work to leave, you can’t just leave. I’m not sure exactly what cable is, this place has a weird time warp going on.”
'Oooh, work. Not what I wanted to hear, but there's a hack for everything these days.' He sniffs and stares into the distance stroking his chin, mumbling thoughts under his breath, when he suddenly hears there's no television here. He groans far louder then he did when he found out he was dead, and then says 'God....well you must have something electronic here though, right? You got radio yet? Old-timey gramophones? Telegram? Anything?'
“We have…an oven? Cooking supplies and such. But other than that, no.”
Greg's heart sinks at this news and he wipes a palm across his face. In a deadpan voice with a thousand yard stare, he mutters 'Oh Lord this really is hell. I am so, so sorry. I just...' He stops, breathes in, and forces a smile as he says in a voice an octave higher then before, 'Well, can't say I didn't deserve it! Haha! HAHA!' He can't hold this smile for long though, and slumps down to the ground against a gravestone. For a second there's a splinter of hope as he remembers the digital watch he died wearing, but as soon as he's pulled back his greasy hoodie sleeve, he sees that it's been sliced clean in half by the fractures that run along his whole body. 'We're gonna have to work on the tech situation here, ya hear?'
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!
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!
As the fog clears, a stout man with a buzz cut splutters and gasps as he waves his hand in front of his face. 'Gah, phew, that sure is stifling! Heheh...' Greg looks around and his laughter fades. The graveyard is cold, grey, and silent. 'Umm...uh...where the heck am I? Roland? Henri? Where the heck is everyone?' He mutters to himself and walks forwards a few steps, before flinching as he feels a sharp pain like a stitch over his heart. He looks down to see a bullet hole over his heart, and cracks like shattered glass spread over his whole body. He grimaces and says 'Damn. That's a pain.' He continues to look at it for a few seconds before the penny drops, and he remembers where he was before. The powerplant. The guards. The fight. He looks up slowly and hangs his head back, deeply sighing. 'Awwwww, great. I'm dead.'
*why thank you*
Fanny approaches the man, “Indeed you are”
Greg turns around and says 'Oh hey. Thanks for the uhh, confirmation. The bullet hole in the chest told me the same thing too, but y'know.' He breathes in for a second and centres himself. He's got no clue where he is, and for all he knows, this girl could be the only person around, so it's not great to get off to a bad start. He continues with 'Forget about it. Talk me through this whole thing. Is this like the waiting room before the big guy, or am I like, here? Forever?' His eyes twinge with distress that the latter's probably the truth.
Fanny’s eyes soften, “You’re here until you can find a way to leave. The Keeper generally helps Souls find their Tether and leave if they wish, but I promise it’s not that bad here.”
He inhales through his teeth, puts his hands in his pockets and shrugs 'I'll be honest with ya, I understood none of that, all I got was that I can get out, so that's a big tick. As for what to do while I'm waiting, I think I'll be the judge of how good this place is meant to be, alright?' He then raises an eyebrow and smiles slightly as he asks 'Priority numero uno. You got cable?' His smile widens, the Spanish in that sentence butchered by his accent, which could be anywhere from Boston to Chicago to New York.
“You need to put in the work to leave, you can’t just leave. I’m not sure exactly what cable is, this place has a weird time warp going on.”
'Oooh, work. Not what I wanted to hear, but there's a hack for everything these days.' He sniffs and stares into the distance stroking his chin, mumbling thoughts under his breath, when he suddenly hears there's no television here. He groans far louder then he did when he found out he was dead, and then says 'God....well you must have something electronic here though, right? You got radio yet? Old-timey gramophones? Telegram? Anything?'
“We have…an oven? Cooking supplies and such. But other than that, no.”
Greg's heart sinks at this news and he wipes a palm across his face. In a deadpan voice with a thousand yard stare, he mutters 'Oh Lord this really is hell. I am so, so sorry. I just...' He stops, breathes in, and forces a smile as he says in a voice an octave higher then before, 'Well, can't say I didn't deserve it! Haha! HAHA!' He can't hold this smile for long though, and slumps down to the ground against a gravestone. For a second there's a splinter of hope as he remembers the digital watch he died wearing, but as soon as he's pulled back his greasy hoodie sleeve, he sees that it's been sliced clean in half by the fractures that run along his whole body. 'We're gonna have to work on the tech situation here, ya hear?'
“I’m sorry. We’ll have to make some wonky stuff happen to get tech working.”
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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
A tall boy wearing a yellow jacket, with messy brown hair and amber eyes is sitting next to Devin. He wears green pants, carries a rapier, and wears a turquoise colored scarf that waves around in the wind.
A shortish elf approaches the brown haired boy, scarlet locks flapping in the wind. She seems to be floating above the ground, and a golden lily tattoo appears to glow on her left shoulder.
He frowns. “Where am I?”
“You’re in The Graveyard.”
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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
A tall boy wearing a yellow jacket, with messy brown hair and amber eyes is sitting next to Devin. He wears green pants, carries a rapier, and wears a turquoise colored scarf that waves around in the wind.
A shortish elf approaches the brown haired boy, scarlet locks flapping in the wind. She seems to be floating above the ground, and a golden lily tattoo appears to glow on her left shoulder.
He frowns. “Where am I?”
“You’re in The Graveyard.”
“The last thing I remember is a massive sea monster… it was attacking me. Then I… did I die? Oh no! Iris!”
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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!
A tall boy wearing a yellow jacket, with messy brown hair and amber eyes is sitting next to Devin. He wears green pants, carries a rapier, and wears a turquoise colored scarf that waves around in the wind.
A shortish elf approaches the brown haired boy, scarlet locks flapping in the wind. She seems to be floating above the ground, and a golden lily tattoo appears to glow on her left shoulder.
He frowns. “Where am I?”
“You’re in The Graveyard.”
“The last thing I remember is a massive sea monster… it was attacking me. Then I… did I die? Oh no! Iris!”
“I…yes. You’re dead now. Who’s Iris? A lover of yours?”
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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
A tall boy wearing a yellow jacket, with messy brown hair and amber eyes is sitting next to Devin. He wears green pants, carries a rapier, and wears a turquoise colored scarf that waves around in the wind.
A shortish elf approaches the brown haired boy, scarlet locks flapping in the wind. She seems to be floating above the ground, and a golden lily tattoo appears to glow on her left shoulder.
He frowns. “Where am I?”
“You’re in The Graveyard.”
“The last thing I remember is a massive sea monster… it was attacking me. Then I… did I die? Oh no! Iris!”
“I…yes. You’re dead now. Who’s Iris? A lover of yours?”
“I was hoping she would be… but I never got to that before I died.”
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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!
A tall boy wearing a yellow jacket, with messy brown hair and amber eyes is sitting next to Devin. He wears green pants, carries a rapier, and wears a turquoise colored scarf that waves around in the wind.
A shortish elf approaches the brown haired boy, scarlet locks flapping in the wind. She seems to be floating above the ground, and a golden lily tattoo appears to glow on her left shoulder.
He frowns. “Where am I?”
“You’re in The Graveyard.”
“The last thing I remember is a massive sea monster… it was attacking me. Then I… did I die? Oh no! Iris!”
“I…yes. You’re dead now. Who’s Iris? A lover of yours?”
“I was hoping she would be… but I never got to that before I died.”
“Ah. My boyfriend/maybe husband/I’m not sure how it actually ended is dead, I believe, but he never came here. Tell me about yourself.”
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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
A tall boy wearing a yellow jacket, with messy brown hair and amber eyes is sitting next to Devin. He wears green pants, carries a rapier, and wears a turquoise colored scarf that waves around in the wind.
A shortish elf approaches the brown haired boy, scarlet locks flapping in the wind. She seems to be floating above the ground, and a golden lily tattoo appears to glow on her left shoulder.
He frowns. “Where am I?”
“You’re in The Graveyard.”
“The last thing I remember is a massive sea monster… it was attacking me. Then I… did I die? Oh no! Iris!”
“I…yes. You’re dead now. Who’s Iris? A lover of yours?”
“I was hoping she would be… but I never got to that before I died.”
“Ah. My boyfriend/maybe husband/I’m not sure how it actually ended is dead, I believe, but he never came here. Tell me about yourself.”
“I’m Chase. I died a few days ago in a sea monster attack. Erm… shouldn’t I be in the underworld?”
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A tall boy wearing a yellow jacket, with messy brown hair and amber eyes is sitting next to Devin. He wears green pants, carries a rapier, and wears a turquoise colored scarf that waves around in the wind.
A shortish elf approaches the brown haired boy, scarlet locks flapping in the wind. She seems to be floating above the ground, and a golden lily tattoo appears to glow on her left shoulder.
He frowns. “Where am I?”
“You’re in The Graveyard.”
“The last thing I remember is a massive sea monster… it was attacking me. Then I… did I die? Oh no! Iris!”
“I…yes. You’re dead now. Who’s Iris? A lover of yours?”
“I was hoping she would be… but I never got to that before I died.”
“Ah. My boyfriend/maybe husband/I’m not sure how it actually ended is dead, I believe, but he never came here. Tell me about yourself.”
“I’m Chase. I died a few days ago in a sea monster attack. Erm… shouldn’t I be in the underworld?”
“Hypothetically…yes. But you have some Tether, a failed necromancy, unfinished business, or such a strong connection to This World that you couldn’t Go On.”
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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 turns around and says 'Oh hey. Thanks for the uhh, confirmation. The bullet hole in the chest told me the same thing too, but y'know.' He breathes in for a second and centres himself. He's got no clue where he is, and for all he knows, this girl could be the only person around, so it's not great to get off to a bad start. He continues with 'Forget about it. Talk me through this whole thing. Is this like the waiting room before the big guy, or am I like, here? Forever?' His eyes twinge with distress that the latter's probably the truth.
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Fanny’s eyes soften, “You’re here until you can find a way to leave. The Keeper generally helps Souls find their Tether and leave if they wish, but I promise it’s not that bad here.”
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
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He inhales through his teeth, puts his hands in his pockets and shrugs 'I'll be honest with ya, I understood none of that, all I got was that I can get out, so that's a big tick. As for what to do while I'm waiting, I think I'll be the judge of how good this place is meant to be, alright?' He then raises an eyebrow and smiles slightly as he asks 'Priority numero uno. You got cable?' His smile widens, the Spanish in that sentence butchered by his accent, which could be anywhere from Boston to Chicago to New York.
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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!
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Devin is sleeping next to one of the graves.
A tall boy wearing a yellow jacket, with messy brown hair and amber eyes is sitting next to Devin. He wears green pants, carries a rapier, and wears a turquoise colored scarf that waves around in the wind.
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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“You need to put in the work to leave, you can’t just leave. I’m not sure exactly what cable is, this place has a weird time warp going on.”
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
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'Oooh, work. Not what I wanted to hear, but there's a hack for everything these days.' He sniffs and stares into the distance stroking his chin, mumbling thoughts under his breath, when he suddenly hears there's no television here. He groans far louder then he did when he found out he was dead, and then says 'God....well you must have something electronic here though, right? You got radio yet? Old-timey gramophones? Telegram? Anything?'
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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!
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A shortish elf approaches the brown haired boy, scarlet locks flapping in the wind. She seems to be floating above the ground, and a golden lily tattoo appears to glow on her left shoulder.
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
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“We have…an oven? Cooking supplies and such. But other than that, no.”
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
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He frowns. “Where am I?”
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's heart sinks at this news and he wipes a palm across his face. In a deadpan voice with a thousand yard stare, he mutters 'Oh Lord this really is hell. I am so, so sorry. I just...' He stops, breathes in, and forces a smile as he says in a voice an octave higher then before, 'Well, can't say I didn't deserve it! Haha! HAHA!' He can't hold this smile for long though, and slumps down to the ground against a gravestone. For a second there's a splinter of hope as he remembers the digital watch he died wearing, but as soon as he's pulled back his greasy hoodie sleeve, he sees that it's been sliced clean in half by the fractures that run along his whole body. 'We're gonna have to work on the tech situation here, ya hear?'
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!
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*Shiver wanna rp?*
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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*Anyone want to rp?*
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’m sorry. We’ll have to make some wonky stuff happen to get tech working.”
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
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“You’re in The Graveyard.”
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
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“The last thing I remember is a massive sea monster… it was attacking me. Then I… did I die? Oh no! Iris!”
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…yes. You’re dead now. Who’s Iris? A lover of yours?”
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
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“I was hoping she would be… but I never got to that before I died.”
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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“Ah. My boyfriend/maybe husband/I’m not sure how it actually ended is dead, I believe, but he never came here. Tell me about yourself.”
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
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“I’m Chase. I died a few days ago in a sea monster attack. Erm… shouldn’t I be in the underworld?”
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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“Hypothetically…yes. But you have some Tether, a failed necromancy, unfinished business, or such a strong connection to This World that you couldn’t Go On.”
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
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