Deep in the tunnels, the walls seem to warp. The lights dim and reshape into dull, red coils in the purplish darkness. A hole opens in the ceiling, and pastry cream begins to drip out. Bits of chocolate. Drop of boozy, beautifully scented flavor extracts. Dregs of flour. And finally, a person drops through. Shaped like a tall, slightly chubby woman, but with hollow, harrowed red eyes, half-hidden behind a mask of sticks, bark, and strips of fabric. Dressed in a cream-colored apron with powders all over it, scholarly clothes, and armor made of petrified ironwood much like his mask, his humanoid silhouette is distorted to look like some sort of bizarre beast.
He looks around, his eyes glinting in the half-light, listening for something.
Deep in the tunnels, the walls seem to warp. The lights dim and reshape into dull, red coils in the purplish darkness. A hole opens in the ceiling, and pastry cream begins to drip out. Bits of chocolate. Drop of boozy, beautifully scented flavor extracts. Dregs of flour. And finally, a person drops through. Shaped like a tall, slightly chubby woman, but with hollow, harrowed red eyes, half-hidden behind a mask of sticks, bark, and strips of fabric. Dressed in a cream-colored apron with powders all over it, scholarly clothes, and armor made of petrified ironwood much like his mask, his humanoid silhouette is distorted to look like some sort of bizarre beast.
He looks around, his eyes glinting in the half-light, listening for something.
He sees a locked door marked 'Maintenance', which seems to have been recently used
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You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
Deep in the tunnels, the walls seem to warp. The lights dim and reshape into dull, red coils in the purplish darkness. A hole opens in the ceiling, and pastry cream begins to drip out. Bits of chocolate. Drop of boozy, beautifully scented flavor extracts. Dregs of flour. And finally, a person drops through. Shaped like a tall, slightly chubby woman, but with hollow, harrowed red eyes, half-hidden behind a mask of sticks, bark, and strips of fabric. Dressed in a cream-colored apron with powders all over it, scholarly clothes, and armor made of petrified ironwood much like his mask, his humanoid silhouette is distorted to look like some sort of bizarre beast.
He looks around, his eyes glinting in the half-light, listening for something.
He sees a locked door marked 'Maintenance', which seems to have been recently used
He casually kicks it down and walks inside, holding out his arms to greet whatever might be waiting.
Inside is a red-lit room containing several sealed vats. Men and women tend to the machinery, many of which have extreme cybernetic modifications. One of them walks over to you, a young man with a syn-mask, numerous USB ports in his cranium, and skin bearing an elaborate pattern of scars. 'We didn't have word of a new member?'
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You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
Inside is a red-lit room containing several sealed vats. Men and women tend to the machinery, many of which have extreme cybernetic modifications. One of them walks over to you, a young man with a syn-mask, numerous USB ports in his cranium, and skin bearing an elaborate pattern of scars. 'We didn't have word of a new member?'
He bows sweepingly. "Ah, apologies, no. I'm afraid you simply left the door open. I get the impression this isn't simply a maintenance tunnel, though." He looks around, then pulls a fresh, pristine strawberry from his pocket and holds it out for anyone to take.
*Yippee!!*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Nice!
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
*Here's what I got*
Deep in the tunnels, the walls seem to warp. The lights dim and reshape into dull, red coils in the purplish darkness. A hole opens in the ceiling, and pastry cream begins to drip out. Bits of chocolate. Drop of boozy, beautifully scented flavor extracts. Dregs of flour. And finally, a person drops through. Shaped like a tall, slightly chubby woman, but with hollow, harrowed red eyes, half-hidden behind a mask of sticks, bark, and strips of fabric. Dressed in a cream-colored apron with powders all over it, scholarly clothes, and armor made of petrified ironwood much like his mask, his humanoid silhouette is distorted to look like some sort of bizarre beast.
He looks around, his eyes glinting in the half-light, listening for something.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Anyway, I have to cede the computer in a little bit. This was the best I could come up with.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He sees a locked door marked 'Maintenance', which seems to have been recently used
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
He casually kicks it down and walks inside, holding out his arms to greet whatever might be waiting.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Inside is a red-lit room containing several sealed vats. Men and women tend to the machinery, many of which have extreme cybernetic modifications. One of them walks over to you, a young man with a syn-mask, numerous USB ports in his cranium, and skin bearing an elaborate pattern of scars. 'We didn't have word of a new member?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
He bows sweepingly. "Ah, apologies, no. I'm afraid you simply left the door open. I get the impression this isn't simply a maintenance tunnel, though." He looks around, then pulls a fresh, pristine strawberry from his pocket and holds it out for anyone to take.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Gtg for now*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
*i don't think they're here now but I might be able to rp*
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
*Backeth*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I'm doing okay. You?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Why do you think that?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels