*cut for dutch* He scratches his head. "Uh... 30 to 50? I'm not really a math guy."
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat. I'm a sensitive little sad bean, 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, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
"Give me the stones." He hissed in a tone of urgency
'Ok, ok.' One of the guys heads off down a tunnel towards the San line. 'He'll be back in a bit, with your stones'
Barnabus plops his large body down, waiting like a child.
'You good there? Why you after stones, if you don't mind me asking? Like, regular stones?'
"If I told you, I would have to drag you down to my hidey-hole and kill you there, I can't let my secret getting out."
'Okay, okay. I don't wanna know then.'
Not long later, the guy returns with a couple of pebbles.
He looks over them, humming to himself, before pocketing them "Well done, you are good at what you do"
'We try to be. Got to have good wares if we want to stay in business. You'd understand that, I'd bet'
"Indeed. I nick myself all the things I can, espeically food and water."
'You go to the surface?'
"Never. I would get dismantled in no time," it sighs sadly.
'Ah, makes sense. You would kinda stick out. Maybe they'd put you in the Arena, they'd like to see that. So, where you get the ration sticks then? Grow them? We got a grow vat back on our barge, but it's not too reliable'
"Give me the stones." He hissed in a tone of urgency
'Ok, ok.' One of the guys heads off down a tunnel towards the San line. 'He'll be back in a bit, with your stones'
Barnabus plops his large body down, waiting like a child.
'You good there? Why you after stones, if you don't mind me asking? Like, regular stones?'
"If I told you, I would have to drag you down to my hidey-hole and kill you there, I can't let my secret getting out."
'Okay, okay. I don't wanna know then.'
Not long later, the guy returns with a couple of pebbles.
He looks over them, humming to himself, before pocketing them "Well done, you are good at what you do"
'We try to be. Got to have good wares if we want to stay in business. You'd understand that, I'd bet'
"Indeed. I nick myself all the things I can, espeically food and water."
'You go to the surface?'
"Never. I would get dismantled in no time," it sighs sadly.
'Ah, makes sense. You would kinda stick out. Maybe they'd put you in the Arena, they'd like to see that. So, where you get the ration sticks then? Grow them? We got a grow vat back on our barge, but it's not too reliable'
"I make them!" he says rather proudly. "I specialize in food management and make them myself, by hand!"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"Give me the stones." He hissed in a tone of urgency
'Ok, ok.' One of the guys heads off down a tunnel towards the San line. 'He'll be back in a bit, with your stones'
Barnabus plops his large body down, waiting like a child.
'You good there? Why you after stones, if you don't mind me asking? Like, regular stones?'
"If I told you, I would have to drag you down to my hidey-hole and kill you there, I can't let my secret getting out."
'Okay, okay. I don't wanna know then.'
Not long later, the guy returns with a couple of pebbles.
He looks over them, humming to himself, before pocketing them "Well done, you are good at what you do"
'We try to be. Got to have good wares if we want to stay in business. You'd understand that, I'd bet'
"Indeed. I nick myself all the things I can, espeically food and water."
'You go to the surface?'
"Never. I would get dismantled in no time," it sighs sadly.
'Ah, makes sense. You would kinda stick out. Maybe they'd put you in the Arena, they'd like to see that. So, where you get the ration sticks then? Grow them? We got a grow vat back on our barge, but it's not too reliable'
"I make them!" he says rather proudly. "I specialize in food management and make them myself, by hand!"
'Uhhh, nice. Cultivated human tissue? I know that's a pretty popular choice these days'
*The scrappers are protecting a secret: Bug: A bio-mechanical life form who escaped from a lab.*
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat. I'm a sensitive little sad bean, 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, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
The mask shifts, as though the wearer wrinkled their nose. "No. That is wasteful and sloppy, and I do not work in that sort of plating scheme. I make food for people. Killing them is not in my interest, but when I must, I make sure it is respectful. We all have an impact on the world, even if it is very small. Thus, we are part of the environment, part of nature. And I do not appreciate people who desecrate nature mindlessly. I do my best to educate them to do otherwise." He looks through some strangely-shaped glasses and pours some high-quality beer into one of them, placing it in front of Cal. "Smell that before you slam it back. The bulb shape allows for a greater gustatory experience."
Cal smells the beer, before taking a drink.
It smells deep and rich and distinctly wet, which is strange to say the least. It's sweet and light, but it has full-bodied, pleasantly seaweedy and grassy flavors. It also surprisingly has very low alcohol content, clearly not intended for hard drinkers. "This is the only beer I drink. Alcohol, as you know, is poison. It's basically a disinfectant, and some people still try to use it as such without considering that most booze has enough sugar and calories that the ethanol isn't strong enough to stop the rapid growth the bacteria are blessed with by the sudden influx of food. Regardless, the brewing process purifies the seawater we use and makes it potable, the alcohol killing whatever is not exterminated by the high temperatures. Beer is fermented, meaning that it is both life and death. The bacteria that create the alcohol die in the process, but they are the key to said process. They suffer and die for us, but they can't help it. It's what they were born to do. Art on the edge of the abyss. And it tastes good. Do you have an inkling of what I'm talking about?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Give me the stones." He hissed in a tone of urgency
'Ok, ok.' One of the guys heads off down a tunnel towards the San line. 'He'll be back in a bit, with your stones'
Barnabus plops his large body down, waiting like a child.
'You good there? Why you after stones, if you don't mind me asking? Like, regular stones?'
"If I told you, I would have to drag you down to my hidey-hole and kill you there, I can't let my secret getting out."
'Okay, okay. I don't wanna know then.'
Not long later, the guy returns with a couple of pebbles.
He looks over them, humming to himself, before pocketing them "Well done, you are good at what you do"
'We try to be. Got to have good wares if we want to stay in business. You'd understand that, I'd bet'
"Indeed. I nick myself all the things I can, espeically food and water."
'You go to the surface?'
"Never. I would get dismantled in no time," it sighs sadly.
'Ah, makes sense. You would kinda stick out. Maybe they'd put you in the Arena, they'd like to see that. So, where you get the ration sticks then? Grow them? We got a grow vat back on our barge, but it's not too reliable'
"I make them!" he says rather proudly. "I specialize in food management and make them myself, by hand!"
'Uhhh, nice. Cultivated human tissue? I know that's a pretty popular choice these days'
"No, animals my friend. rats, worms, bugs, lizards if I am lucky."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The chef seems annoyed. "Stop yelling. There are a myriad of fine stones in those pools which you may take. These stones are filled with biological material necessary for the ecosystem. I would prefer if you do not take them. And in the future, when I ask you to repeat something in your own words, I mean rephrase it based on how you have interpreted it."
Barnabus takes a step back, slinking into the darkness. "What are you? My hardware doesn't react to others like that. Are you demonic or devilish in nature?"
"Demonic. My mother was a sea demon. The rest of the story must be tasted to be believed." He tilts his head. "Who are you?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The mask shifts, as though the wearer wrinkled their nose. "No. That is wasteful and sloppy, and I do not work in that sort of plating scheme. I make food for people. Killing them is not in my interest, but when I must, I make sure it is respectful. We all have an impact on the world, even if it is very small. Thus, we are part of the environment, part of nature. And I do not appreciate people who desecrate nature mindlessly. I do my best to educate them to do otherwise." He looks through some strangely-shaped glasses and pours some high-quality beer into one of them, placing it in front of Cal. "Smell that before you slam it back. The bulb shape allows for a greater gustatory experience."
Cal smells the beer, before taking a drink.
It smells deep and rich and distinctly wet, which is strange to say the least. It's sweet and light, but it has full-bodied, pleasantly seaweedy and grassy flavors. It also surprisingly has very low alcohol content, clearly not intended for hard drinkers. "This is the only beer I drink. Alcohol, as you know, is poison. It's basically a disinfectant, and some people still try to use it as such without considering that most booze has enough sugar and calories that the ethanol isn't strong enough to stop the rapid growth the bacteria are blessed with by the sudden influx of food. Regardless, the brewing process purifies the seawater we use and makes it potable, the alcohol killing whatever is not exterminated by the high temperatures. Beer is fermented, meaning that it is both life and death. The bacteria that create the alcohol die in the process, but they are the key to said process. They suffer and die for us, but they can't help it. It's what they were born to do. Art on the edge of the abyss. And it tastes good. Do you have an inkling of what I'm talking about?"
'The best art is found walking the tightrope between life and death. I can agree with you there. That's why I hunt. This beer, this is good stuff. How much do you charge?'
The chef seems annoyed. "Stop yelling. There are a myriad of fine stones in those pools which you may take. These stones are filled with biological material necessary for the ecosystem. I would prefer if you do not take them. And in the future, when I ask you to repeat something in your own words, I mean rephrase it based on how you have interpreted it."
Barnabus takes a step back, slinking into the darkness. "What are you? My hardware doesn't react to others like that. Are you demonic or devilish in nature?"
"Demonic. My mother was a sea demon. The rest of the story must be tasted to be believed." He tilts his head. "Who are you?"
"Barnabus... I am collector." he mutters, his demeanor shifted from happy to scared to angry now. "Nothing special."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
It smells deep and rich and distinctly wet, which is strange to say the least. It's sweet and light, but it has full-bodied, pleasantly seaweedy and grassy flavors. It also surprisingly has very low alcohol content, clearly not intended for hard drinkers. "This is the only beer I drink. Alcohol, as you know, is poison. It's basically a disinfectant, and some people still try to use it as such without considering that most booze has enough sugar and calories that the ethanol isn't strong enough to stop the rapid growth the bacteria are blessed with by the sudden influx of food. Regardless, the brewing process purifies the seawater we use and makes it potable, the alcohol killing whatever is not exterminated by the high temperatures. Beer is fermented, meaning that it is both life and death. The bacteria that create the alcohol die in the process, but they are the key to said process. They suffer and die for us, but they can't help it. It's what they were born to do. Art on the edge of the abyss. And it tastes good. Do you have an inkling of what I'm talking about?"
'The best art is found walking the tightrope between life and death. I can agree with you there. That's why I hunt. This beer, this is good stuff. How much do you charge?'
"Give me 20 and I'll let you go." He sounds faintly... disappointed.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Give me the stones." He hissed in a tone of urgency
'Ok, ok.' One of the guys heads off down a tunnel towards the San line. 'He'll be back in a bit, with your stones'
Barnabus plops his large body down, waiting like a child.
'You good there? Why you after stones, if you don't mind me asking? Like, regular stones?'
"If I told you, I would have to drag you down to my hidey-hole and kill you there, I can't let my secret getting out."
'Okay, okay. I don't wanna know then.'
Not long later, the guy returns with a couple of pebbles.
He looks over them, humming to himself, before pocketing them "Well done, you are good at what you do"
'We try to be. Got to have good wares if we want to stay in business. You'd understand that, I'd bet'
"Indeed. I nick myself all the things I can, espeically food and water."
'You go to the surface?'
"Never. I would get dismantled in no time," it sighs sadly.
'Ah, makes sense. You would kinda stick out. Maybe they'd put you in the Arena, they'd like to see that. So, where you get the ration sticks then? Grow them? We got a grow vat back on our barge, but it's not too reliable'
"I make them!" he says rather proudly. "I specialize in food management and make them myself, by hand!"
'Uhhh, nice. Cultivated human tissue? I know that's a pretty popular choice these days'
"No, animals my friend. rats, worms, bugs, lizards if I am lucky."
'Nice nice. I mean, we all got to eat what we got to, but I can't wrap my hand why folks would want to be cannibals. Even when it's 'ethical' and its their own tissue that they're growing. Like, I'd reckon that they must be crazy in the head. But that's just my opinion. Guess it's a good thing there are so many critters in the Leo line'
*cut for dutch* He scratches his head. "Uh... 30 to 50? I'm not really a math guy."
'Ah, so more than us then. You guys are scavengers, I guess, if you call yourself Scrappers. Or is it cause you get into scraps with the hunters?'
"We collect scrap metal and we fight. Dual purpose name, am i right?"
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat. I'm a sensitive little sad bean, 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, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
It smells deep and rich and distinctly wet, which is strange to say the least. It's sweet and light, but it has full-bodied, pleasantly seaweedy and grassy flavors. It also surprisingly has very low alcohol content, clearly not intended for hard drinkers. "This is the only beer I drink. Alcohol, as you know, is poison. It's basically a disinfectant, and some people still try to use it as such without considering that most booze has enough sugar and calories that the ethanol isn't strong enough to stop the rapid growth the bacteria are blessed with by the sudden influx of food. Regardless, the brewing process purifies the seawater we use and makes it potable, the alcohol killing whatever is not exterminated by the high temperatures. Beer is fermented, meaning that it is both life and death. The bacteria that create the alcohol die in the process, but they are the key to said process. They suffer and die for us, but they can't help it. It's what they were born to do. Art on the edge of the abyss. And it tastes good. Do you have an inkling of what I'm talking about?"
'The best art is found walking the tightrope between life and death. I can agree with you there. That's why I hunt. This beer, this is good stuff. How much do you charge?'
"Give me 20 and I'll let you go." He sounds faintly... disappointed.
'Sure'. Cal transfers him 20 E-Denarii. 'Something the matter?'
"Demonic. My mother was a sea demon. The rest of the story must be tasted to be believed." He tilts his head. "Who are you?"
"Barnabus... I am collector." he mutters, his demeanor shifted from happy to scared to angry now. "Nothing special."
"Most machines lack the awareness and drive to become anything more than a slave. You are something special. I retract any orders I have given you. To bind another intelligent being to my will would be gravely immoral, if not foolish of me." He turns away again. "I deeply apologize for the misunderstanding."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*cut for dutch* He scratches his head. "Uh... 30 to 50? I'm not really a math guy."
'Ah, so more than us then. You guys are scavengers, I guess, if you call yourself Scrappers. Or is it cause you get into scraps with the hunters?'
"We collect scrap metal and we fight. Dual purpose name, am i right?"
'I guess so. We've had a couple names stuck on us over the years. But most of the hunt just call us rats. And from what they say, San Line rats are worse than Leo Line rats. I guess that's a compliment from them' Link smirks
"Demonic. My mother was a sea demon. The rest of the story must be tasted to be believed." He tilts his head. "Who are you?"
"Barnabus... I am collector." he mutters, his demeanor shifted from happy to scared to angry now. "Nothing special."
"Most machines lack the awareness and drive to become anything more than a slave. You are something special. I retract any orders I have given you. To bind another intelligent being to my will would be gravely immoral, if not foolish of me." He turns away again. "I deeply apologize for the misunderstanding."
Barnabus huffs and fixes his fancy coat. "You're not the first, certainly won't be the last," he shrugs "I'll take whatever rocks you don't want for your little algae farming system."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*cut for dutch*
He scratches his head. "Uh... 30 to 50? I'm not really a math guy."
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean, 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, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
'Ah, makes sense. You would kinda stick out. Maybe they'd put you in the Arena, they'd like to see that. So, where you get the ration sticks then? Grow them? We got a grow vat back on our barge, but it's not too reliable'
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"I make them!" he says rather proudly. "I specialize in food management and make them myself, by hand!"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
'Uhhh, nice. Cultivated human tissue? I know that's a pretty popular choice these days'
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*The scrappers are protecting a secret: Bug: A bio-mechanical life form who escaped from a lab.*
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean, 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, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
'Ah, so more than us then. You guys are scavengers, I guess, if you call yourself Scrappers. Or is it cause you get into scraps with the hunters?'
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It smells deep and rich and distinctly wet, which is strange to say the least. It's sweet and light, but it has full-bodied, pleasantly seaweedy and grassy flavors. It also surprisingly has very low alcohol content, clearly not intended for hard drinkers.
"This is the only beer I drink. Alcohol, as you know, is poison. It's basically a disinfectant, and some people still try to use it as such without considering that most booze has enough sugar and calories that the ethanol isn't strong enough to stop the rapid growth the bacteria are blessed with by the sudden influx of food. Regardless, the brewing process purifies the seawater we use and makes it potable, the alcohol killing whatever is not exterminated by the high temperatures. Beer is fermented, meaning that it is both life and death. The bacteria that create the alcohol die in the process, but they are the key to said process. They suffer and die for us, but they can't help it. It's what they were born to do. Art on the edge of the abyss. And it tastes good. Do you have an inkling of what I'm talking about?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"No, animals my friend. rats, worms, bugs, lizards if I am lucky."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Demonic. My mother was a sea demon. The rest of the story must be tasted to be believed." He tilts his head. "Who are you?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
'The best art is found walking the tightrope between life and death. I can agree with you there. That's why I hunt. This beer, this is good stuff. How much do you charge?'
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"Barnabus... I am collector." he mutters, his demeanor shifted from happy to scared to angry now. "Nothing special."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Give me 20 and I'll let you go." He sounds faintly... disappointed.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
'Nice nice. I mean, we all got to eat what we got to, but I can't wrap my hand why folks would want to be cannibals. Even when it's 'ethical' and its their own tissue that they're growing. Like, I'd reckon that they must be crazy in the head. But that's just my opinion. Guess it's a good thing there are so many critters in the Leo line'
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"We collect scrap metal and we fight. Dual purpose name, am i right?"
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean, 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, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
'Sure'. Cal transfers him 20 E-Denarii. 'Something the matter?'
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"Most machines lack the awareness and drive to become anything more than a slave. You are something special. I retract any orders I have given you. To bind another intelligent being to my will would be gravely immoral, if not foolish of me." He turns away again. "I deeply apologize for the misunderstanding."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
'I guess so. We've had a couple names stuck on us over the years. But most of the hunt just call us rats. And from what they say, San Line rats are worse than Leo Line rats. I guess that's a compliment from them' Link smirks
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Barnabus huffs and fixes his fancy coat. "You're not the first, certainly won't be the last," he shrugs "I'll take whatever rocks you don't want for your little algae farming system."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Evan pulls out a broken assault rifle for the hunting.
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
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Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
'Your gun okay?' Cal asks, as he sets off into the darkness and switches his headtorch on
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