Hello! Call me GAYto or Gato (Cat in Spanish) My pronouns are They/She (Prefers She/her) I am a teenager. I have ADHD, Depression, and anxiety. I'm also Genderfluid, Pansexual, Aromantic, Trans Androgynous, and Asexual, but this community means the world to me; you can't change that about me ALL HAIL O_MERLIN_O. 4D8 ATTEMPT:[roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] = [roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem, and Aspen
*Maybe, once my brain stops being in homebrew mode, and creating so much homebrew*
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Hello! Call me GAYto or Gato (Cat in Spanish) My pronouns are They/She (Prefers She/her) I am a teenager. I have ADHD, Depression, and anxiety. I'm also Genderfluid, Pansexual, Aromantic, Trans Androgynous, and Asexual, but this community means the world to me; you can't change that about me ALL HAIL O_MERLIN_O. 4D8 ATTEMPT:[roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] = [roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem, and Aspen
Barbeau is setting up crab pots in the sewers, dressed in his blindingly white uniform.
Consumption is sleeping on the ground in the Sink.
Atticus is in Kio Street Station, refilling some fire barrels with charcoal.
'Hey, what ya trying to catch? The critters here can be deadly, ya know?' a small barge pulls past Barbeau
The man-demon-shark looks up, his expression unreadable and his eyes severe. "Any creature that lives, eats. Anything that eats can be eaten, once properly deconstructed. Until now, my research had been limited to above-water herbage and fungi. To answer your question, anything that can be trapped."
Barbeau is setting up crab pots in the sewers, dressed in his blindingly white uniform.
Consumption is sleeping on the ground in the Sink.
Atticus is in Kio Street Station, refilling some fire barrels with charcoal.
'Hey, what ya trying to catch? The critters here can be deadly, ya know?' a small barge pulls past Barbeau
The man-demon-shark looks up, his expression unreadable and his eyes severe. "Any creature that lives, eats. Anything that eats can be eaten, once properly deconstructed. Until now, my research had been limited to above-water herbage and fungi. To answer your question, anything that can be trapped."
'But not me, right? Right? Also, what's with the uniform? White ain't exactly a good colour down here, it shows the dirt. Plus, you might look like a CATO agent from a distance. Maybe ya could trap some of them...'
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You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
The man-demon-shark looks up, his expression unreadable and his eyes severe. "Any creature that lives, eats. Anything that eats can be eaten, once properly deconstructed. Until now, my research had been limited to above-water herbage and fungi. To answer your question, anything that can be trapped."
'But not me, right? Right? Also, what's with the uniform? White ain't exactly a good colour down here, it shows the dirt. Plus, you might look like a CATO agent from a distance. Maybe ya could trap some of them...'
"People aren't worth trapping. They will come to me. And as for the uniform..." He holds out his arms and turns around. His clothes are spotless. "I doubt those buffoons would dare walk around without a mask. Or with such a ridiculous hat."
The man-demon-shark looks up, his expression unreadable and his eyes severe. "Any creature that lives, eats. Anything that eats can be eaten, once properly deconstructed. Until now, my research had been limited to above-water herbage and fungi. To answer your question, anything that can be trapped."
'But not me, right? Right? Also, what's with the uniform? White ain't exactly a good colour down here, it shows the dirt. Plus, you might look like a CATO agent from a distance. Maybe ya could trap some of them...'
"People aren't worth trapping. They will come to me. And as for the uniform..." He holds out his arms and turns around. His clothes are spotless. "I doubt those buffoons would dare walk around without a mask. Or with such a ridiculous hat."
'Aye, you're right there. Too scared of getting poison gas. And I guess your hat doesn't resemble their helmets. It's just that... you look like a chef. What kinda chef goes trawling around in the sanitation lines looking for ingredients? Ya gotta be mad'
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You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"People aren't worth trapping. They will come to me. And as for the uniform..." He holds out his arms and turns around. His clothes are spotless. "I doubt those buffoons would dare walk around without a mask. Or with such a ridiculous hat."
'Aye, you're right there. Too scared of getting poison gas. And I guess your hat doesn't resemble their helmets. It's just that... you look like a chef. What kinda chef goes trawling around in the sanitation lines looking for ingredients? Ya gotta be mad'
"Mad?" He sounds faintly annoyed. A long pause follows. "I guess," he concedes. "Many people have been labeled as mentally ill for looking in unorthodox places. Like Alan Turing, father of computer science. They used him for his ability to see things others couldn't, then had him castrated for the same. They said that seeing secret messages in jumbled signals was different from seeing love and beauty in another man, but I believe they are the same." He places another trap into the water. "To see something no one else does, to experience the world in an unorthodox way, to feel the way no one else feels... it is madness, yes, but it is a madness we all contain. To share that madness is the purpose of art. I keep my eyes open. Do you?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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'Hey, what ya trying to catch? The critters here can be deadly, ya know?' a small barge pulls past Barbeau
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
*Hi dutch!*
Hello! Call me GAYto or Gato (Cat in Spanish)
My pronouns are They/She (Prefers She/her)
I am a teenager. I have ADHD, Depression, and anxiety. I'm also Genderfluid, Pansexual, Aromantic, Trans Androgynous, and Asexual,
but this community means the world to me; you can't change that about me
ALL HAIL O_MERLIN_O. 4D8 ATTEMPT:[roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] = [roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, and Aspen
*hi! Wanna rp?*
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
*Maybe, once my brain stops being in homebrew mode, and creating so much homebrew*
Hello! Call me GAYto or Gato (Cat in Spanish)
My pronouns are They/She (Prefers She/her)
I am a teenager. I have ADHD, Depression, and anxiety. I'm also Genderfluid, Pansexual, Aromantic, Trans Androgynous, and Asexual,
but this community means the world to me; you can't change that about me
ALL HAIL O_MERLIN_O. 4D8 ATTEMPT:[roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] = [roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, and Aspen
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
The man-demon-shark looks up, his expression unreadable and his eyes severe. "Any creature that lives, eats. Anything that eats can be eaten, once properly deconstructed. Until now, my research had been limited to above-water herbage and fungi. To answer your question, anything that can be trapped."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'But not me, right? Right? Also, what's with the uniform? White ain't exactly a good colour down here, it shows the dirt. Plus, you might look like a CATO agent from a distance. Maybe ya could trap some of them...'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"People aren't worth trapping. They will come to me. And as for the uniform..." He holds out his arms and turns around. His clothes are spotless. "I doubt those buffoons would dare walk around without a mask. Or with such a ridiculous hat."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Aye, you're right there. Too scared of getting poison gas. And I guess your hat doesn't resemble their helmets. It's just that... you look like a chef. What kinda chef goes trawling around in the sanitation lines looking for ingredients? Ya gotta be mad'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"Mad?" He sounds faintly annoyed. A long pause follows. "I guess," he concedes. "Many people have been labeled as mentally ill for looking in unorthodox places. Like Alan Turing, father of computer science. They used him for his ability to see things others couldn't, then had him castrated for the same. They said that seeing secret messages in jumbled signals was different from seeing love and beauty in another man, but I believe they are the same." He places another trap into the water. "To see something no one else does, to experience the world in an unorthodox way, to feel the way no one else feels... it is madness, yes, but it is a madness we all contain. To share that madness is the purpose of art. I keep my eyes open. Do you?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels