Old Waldo shouts over from the bar. 'Still having fun?'
“Yeah! This is super great. I’m glad I finally got my first gun!”
'Nice to see you're having fun with it. Gotten any kills yet?'
“Uhhhhhhh… a couple of rats?”
'Ah yep, you're picking up the slang already. Well, good going, kiddo. Blast those unchipped into smithereens. Raise your 'KC' or whatever they call it these days'
“N-no like, um, rats. The animals. I was using them as target practice.”
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Old Waldo shouts over from the bar. 'Still having fun?'
"Hey, you made a commisiion"
'Made a what now?'
"You tossed me a coin. Money=art."
'I guess so, yeah. Don't see many artists here, we could do with some. At the moment it's still just all those pro-hunt posters that got stuck up back in the first days of Kio Street. Motivational enough I guess, but not too imaginative'
"Don't call that pathetic garbage art. It's propaganda"
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3 Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Old Waldo shouts over from the bar. 'Still having fun?'
“Yeah! This is super great. I’m glad I finally got my first gun!”
'Nice to see you're having fun with it. Gotten any kills yet?'
“Uhhhhhhh… a couple of rats?”
'Ah yep, you're picking up the slang already. Well, good going, kiddo. Blast those unchipped into smithereens. Raise your 'KC' or whatever they call it these days'
“N-no like, um, rats. The animals. I was using them as target practice.”
'Ah, fair enough. You'll move onto bigger targets soon. Make a name for yourself, I'm sure of it'
Old Waldo shouts over from the bar. 'Still having fun?'
“Yeah! This is super great. I’m glad I finally got my first gun!”
'Nice to see you're having fun with it. Gotten any kills yet?'
“Uhhhhhhh… a couple of rats?”
'Ah yep, you're picking up the slang already. Well, good going, kiddo. Blast those unchipped into smithereens. Raise your 'KC' or whatever they call it these days'
“N-no like, um, rats. The animals. I was using them as target practice.”
'Ah, fair enough. You'll move onto bigger targets soon. Make a name for yourself, I'm sure of it'
“Yeah! Soon everybody will know my name! Or… maybe I can be a rat exterminator… there are too many hunters and too few rat exterminators.”
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
In one of the tunnels, at least 30 men and women from various organizations, from CATO to Journeymen to Wendi Boys, are all impaled to the ceiling on iron spikes and dribbling gore like a rain cloud.
Theo and Braafheid stand just outside the dripping blood of staked corpses. They admire their work silently.
Old Waldo shouts over from the bar. 'Still having fun?'
“Yeah! This is super great. I’m glad I finally got my first gun!”
'Nice to see you're having fun with it. Gotten any kills yet?'
“Uhhhhhhh… a couple of rats?”
'Ah yep, you're picking up the slang already. Well, good going, kiddo. Blast those unchipped into smithereens. Raise your 'KC' or whatever they call it these days'
“N-no like, um, rats. The animals. I was using them as target practice.”
'Ah, fair enough. You'll move onto bigger targets soon. Make a name for yourself, I'm sure of it'
“Yeah! Soon everybody will know my name! Or… maybe I can be a rat exterminator… there are too many hunters and too few rat exterminators.”
Old Waldo laughs 'Rat exterminator? Who does that for fun? And, more importantly, how d'ya get respect for being one? Unless they were, like, giant rats or something'
A large robotic creature crawls around the deep, dark underbelly of the Leonidas Line. A large metal humanoid figure with six different metal appendages fused to its body skitters around, digging through trash cans and anything it seems to deem acceptable to dig through. It wears a coat, clearly stolen as it's too nice to even be down here, with arm holes ripped out for the extra arms. It picks up some cans, a metal ring of sorts, and a rat by its tail and stuffs it into a compartment in its center.
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
Old Waldo shouts over from the bar. 'Still having fun?'
“Yeah! This is super great. I’m glad I finally got my first gun!”
'Nice to see you're having fun with it. Gotten any kills yet?'
“Uhhhhhhh… a couple of rats?”
'Ah yep, you're picking up the slang already. Well, good going, kiddo. Blast those unchipped into smithereens. Raise your 'KC' or whatever they call it these days'
“N-no like, um, rats. The animals. I was using them as target practice.”
'Ah, fair enough. You'll move onto bigger targets soon. Make a name for yourself, I'm sure of it'
“Yeah! Soon everybody will know my name! Or… maybe I can be a rat exterminator… there are too many hunters and too few rat exterminators.”
Old Waldo laughs 'Rat exterminator? Who does that for fun? And, more importantly, how d'ya get respect for being one? Unless they were, like, giant rats or something'
“Well, rats cause disease. Disease is bad. I can be the secret savior of the world.”
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
In one of the tunnels, at least 30 men and women from various organizations, from CATO to Journeymen to Wendi Boys, are all impaled to the ceiling on iron spikes and dribbling gore like a rain cloud.
Theo and Braafheid stand just outside the dripping blood of staked corpses. They admire their work silently.
The large, many-armed creature is roaming such a tunnel. It pokes it head out and looks around cautiously, admiring the work but more in search of whatever it can get its hands on.
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
A large robotic creature crawls around the deep, dark underbelly of the Leonidas Line. A large metal humanoid figure with six different metal appendages fused to its body skitters around, digging through trash cans and anything it seems to deem acceptable to dig through. It wears a coat, clearly stolen as it's too nice to even be down here, with arm holes ripped out for the extra arms. It picks up some cans, a metal ring of sorts, and a rat by its tail and stuffs it into a compartment in its center.
He sees a masked figure in dirty yellow protective gear up ahead. The figure is carrying a heavy rucksack, and seems to avoid him
A large robotic creature crawls around the deep, dark underbelly of the Leonidas Line. A large metal humanoid figure with six different metal appendages fused to its body skitters around, digging through trash cans and anything it seems to deem acceptable to dig through. It wears a coat, clearly stolen as it's too nice to even be down here, with arm holes ripped out for the extra arms. It picks up some cans, a metal ring of sorts, and a rat by its tail and stuffs it into a compartment in its center.
Someone's rummaging in the trash can. They seem to be pretty into it, considering how you can only see their legs.
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3 Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
In one of the tunnels, at least 30 men and women from various organizations, from CATO to Journeymen to Wendi Boys, are all impaled to the ceiling on iron spikes and dribbling gore like a rain cloud.
Theo and Braafheid stand just outside the dripping blood of staked corpses. They admire their work silently.
A large robotic creature crawls around the deep, dark underbelly of the Leonidas Line. A large metal humanoid figure with six different metal appendages fused to its body skitters around, digging through trash cans and anything it seems to deem acceptable to dig through. It wears a coat, clearly stolen as it's too nice to even be down here, with arm holes ripped out for the extra arms. It picks up some cans, a metal ring of sorts, and a rat by its tail and stuffs it into a compartment in its center.
He sees a masked figure in dirty yellow protective gear up ahead. The figure is carrying a heavy rucksack, and seems to avoid him
The robotic creature turns, sensing items that are yet to its. It skitters over, rubbing its hands together "Good day my good friend, perchance may I take a looooook?"
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
Old Waldo shouts over from the bar. 'Still having fun?'
"Hey, you made a commisiion"
'Made a what now?'
"You tossed me a coin. Money=art."
'I guess so, yeah. Don't see many artists here, we could do with some. At the moment it's still just all those pro-hunt posters that got stuck up back in the first days of Kio Street. Motivational enough I guess, but not too imaginative'
"Don't call that pathetic garbage art. It's propaganda"
'Maybe so. But it did help turn extermination from a dirty unwanted job for police grunts into a hobby for some of the richest kids of the city, so I'd say they did their job'
A large robotic creature crawls around the deep, dark underbelly of the Leonidas Line. A large metal humanoid figure with six different metal appendages fused to its body skitters around, digging through trash cans and anything it seems to deem acceptable to dig through. It wears a coat, clearly stolen as it's too nice to even be down here, with arm holes ripped out for the extra arms. It picks up some cans, a metal ring of sorts, and a rat by its tail and stuffs it into a compartment in its center.
Someone's rummaging in the trash can. They seem to be pretty into it, considering how you can only see their legs.
A hand grips around a ankle and pulls them up "Excuse me, you are taking all the good bits my good lad!"
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
In one of the tunnels, at least 30 men and women from various organizations, from CATO to Journeymen to Wendi Boys, are all impaled to the ceiling on iron spikes and dribbling gore like a rain cloud.
Theo and Braafheid stand just outside the dripping blood of staked corpses. They admire their work silently.
The boy runs up to this. “Woah! How did you get all those kills? Can you teach me?”
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
In one of the tunnels, at least 30 men and women from various organizations, from CATO to Journeymen to Wendi Boys, are all impaled to the ceiling on iron spikes and dribbling gore like a rain cloud.
Theo and Braafheid stand just outside the dripping blood of staked corpses. They admire their work silently.
The large, many-armed creature is roaming such a tunnel. It pokes it head out and looks around cautiously, admiring the work but more in search of whatever it can get its hands on.
Theo kneels down and pats their lap, an attempt to call the creature closer. Braafheid doesn't respond.
A large robotic creature crawls around the deep, dark underbelly of the Leonidas Line. A large metal humanoid figure with six different metal appendages fused to its body skitters around, digging through trash cans and anything it seems to deem acceptable to dig through. It wears a coat, clearly stolen as it's too nice to even be down here, with arm holes ripped out for the extra arms. It picks up some cans, a metal ring of sorts, and a rat by its tail and stuffs it into a compartment in its center.
He sees a masked figure in dirty yellow protective gear up ahead. The figure is carrying a heavy rucksack, and seems to avoid him
The robotic creature turns, sensing items that are yet to its. It skitters over, rubbing its hands together "Good day my good friend, perchance may I take a looooook?"
'Why, you here to buy? If so, yeah. If no, then clear off'
A large robotic creature crawls around the deep, dark underbelly of the Leonidas Line. A large metal humanoid figure with six different metal appendages fused to its body skitters around, digging through trash cans and anything it seems to deem acceptable to dig through. It wears a coat, clearly stolen as it's too nice to even be down here, with arm holes ripped out for the extra arms. It picks up some cans, a metal ring of sorts, and a rat by its tail and stuffs it into a compartment in its center.
Someone's rummaging in the trash can. They seem to be pretty into it, considering how you can only see their legs.
A hand grips around a ankle and pulls them up "Excuse me, you are taking all the good bits my good lad!"
You pull up a scrawny kid with his arms full of scrap metal. his floppy blonde mohawk looks even stupider upside-down, and his overall straps are uneven. "Finders keepers!"
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3 Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
In one of the tunnels, at least 30 men and women from various organizations, from CATO to Journeymen to Wendi Boys, are all impaled to the ceiling on iron spikes and dribbling gore like a rain cloud.
Theo and Braafheid stand just outside the dripping blood of staked corpses. They admire their work silently.
He sees Lemmy watching him. 'What the...'
"A message." Theo casually explains. "You signed up for this, remember."
None of the bodies are unchipped.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
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“N-no like, um, rats. The animals. I was using them as target practice.”
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Extended Signature!
"Don't call that pathetic garbage art. It's propaganda"
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
'Ah, fair enough. You'll move onto bigger targets soon. Make a name for yourself, I'm sure of it'
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
“Yeah! Soon everybody will know my name! Or… maybe I can be a rat exterminator… there are too many hunters and too few rat exterminators.”
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Extended Signature!
In one of the tunnels, at least 30 men and women from various organizations, from CATO to Journeymen to Wendi Boys, are all impaled to the ceiling on iron spikes and dribbling gore like a rain cloud.
Theo and Braafheid stand just outside the dripping blood of staked corpses. They admire their work silently.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
Old Waldo laughs 'Rat exterminator? Who does that for fun? And, more importantly, how d'ya get respect for being one? Unless they were, like, giant rats or something'
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
A large robotic creature crawls around the deep, dark underbelly of the Leonidas Line. A large metal humanoid figure with six different metal appendages fused to its body skitters around, digging through trash cans and anything it seems to deem acceptable to dig through. It wears a coat, clearly stolen as it's too nice to even be down here, with arm holes ripped out for the extra arms. It picks up some cans, a metal ring of sorts, and a rat by its tail and stuffs it into a compartment in its center.
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
“Well, rats cause disease. Disease is bad. I can be the secret savior of the world.”
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Extended Signature!
The large, many-armed creature is roaming such a tunnel. It pokes it head out and looks around cautiously, admiring the work but more in search of whatever it can get its hands on.
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He sees a masked figure in dirty yellow protective gear up ahead. The figure is carrying a heavy rucksack, and seems to avoid him
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
Someone's rummaging in the trash can. They seem to be pretty into it, considering how you can only see their legs.
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
He sees Lemmy watching him. 'What the...'
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
The robotic creature turns, sensing items that are yet to its. It skitters over, rubbing its hands together "Good day my good friend, perchance may I take a looooook?"
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
'Maybe so. But it did help turn extermination from a dirty unwanted job for police grunts into a hobby for some of the richest kids of the city, so I'd say they did their job'
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
A hand grips around a ankle and pulls them up "Excuse me, you are taking all the good bits my good lad!"
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The boy runs up to this. “Woah! How did you get all those kills? Can you teach me?”
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Extended Signature!
Theo kneels down and pats their lap, an attempt to call the creature closer. Braafheid doesn't respond.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
'Why, you here to buy? If so, yeah. If no, then clear off'
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
You pull up a scrawny kid with his arms full of scrap metal. his floppy blonde mohawk looks even stupider upside-down, and his overall straps are uneven. "Finders keepers!"
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
"A message." Theo casually explains. "You signed up for this, remember."
None of the bodies are unchipped.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!