A knight dressed in black who wears a helmet completely concealing his face, with a belt, a sheathedlong sword, and a red hog emblem on his cloak thingy, is stupidly pouring a cup of beer into his long slit of an eyehole as he sits in a stool.
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Goobertio the Endurant, dark lord of dad jokes, wielder of a thousand alts, creator of ASCII art, champion cheese devourer.
Now that that's out of the way, I'm a sensitive short foodie that loves Fallout, the Dover Demon, cryptids in general, propaganda posters, and you. For more my extended sig, go here.
'We can influence anyone. You, for example. But yes, sure, we can do that. It's practically C.A.T.O's modus operandi'
“Thank you.” They grin. “I’m on a mission though. Finding artifacts to help my people.”
'What sort of artefacts? And what sort of people?'
“My people? Fallen angels, like me. We rebelled against our god to try and create some organization and were banished to the Abyss. When we resurfaced, the world was changed, and while we managed to stand strong, our leader turned against us. I now seek weapons.”
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
A knight dressed in black who wears a helmet completely concealing his face, with a belt, a sheathedlong sword, and a red hog emblem on his cloak thingy, is stupidly pouring a cup of beer into his long slit of an eyehole as he sits in a stool.
Spearmaster looks at the knight in confusion.
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
'We can influence anyone. You, for example. But yes, sure, we can do that. It's practically C.A.T.O's modus operandi'
“Thank you.” They grin. “I’m on a mission though. Finding artifacts to help my people.”
'What sort of artefacts? And what sort of people?'
“My people? Fallen angels, like me. We rebelled against our god to try and create some organization and were banished to the Abyss. When we resurfaced, the world was changed, and while we managed to stand strong, our leader turned against us. I now seek weapons.”
'Ooh, nice. And there we were thinking you were a common-or-garden human. In which case, I'll let you into a little secret. We're really not so different. Our leader spent much time in the Hells, and we're not exactly mortals. More like a sentient meme. Not as in the cat pictures. As in, the original definition. An idea, behavior, or style that spreads by means of imitation from person to person'
A knight dressed in black who wears a helmet completely concealing his face, with a belt, a sheathedlong sword, and a red hog emblem on his cloak thingy, is stupidly pouring a cup of beer into his long slit of an eyehole as he sits in a stool.
Spearmaster looks at the knight in confusion.
I slam the pint down as I finish the beverage, putting a few gold coins on the counter, practically swinging around as I turn to stare down at the slugcat.
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Goobertio the Endurant, dark lord of dad jokes, wielder of a thousand alts, creator of ASCII art, champion cheese devourer.
Now that that's out of the way, I'm a sensitive short foodie that loves Fallout, the Dover Demon, cryptids in general, propaganda posters, and you. For more my extended sig, go here.
'We can influence anyone. You, for example. But yes, sure, we can do that. It's practically C.A.T.O's modus operandi'
“Thank you.” They grin. “I’m on a mission though. Finding artifacts to help my people.”
'What sort of artefacts? And what sort of people?'
“My people? Fallen angels, like me. We rebelled against our god to try and create some organization and were banished to the Abyss. When we resurfaced, the world was changed, and while we managed to stand strong, our leader turned against us. I now seek weapons.”
'Ooh, nice. And there we were thinking you were a common-or-garden human. In which case, I'll let you into a little secret. We're really not so different. Our leader spent much time in the Hells, and we're not exactly mortals. More like a sentient meme. Not as in the cat pictures. As in, the original definition. An idea, behavior, or style that spreads by means of imitation from person to person'
“Ah, very interesting.” They nod politely, confused at the word meme.
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
'We can influence anyone. You, for example. But yes, sure, we can do that. It's practically C.A.T.O's modus operandi'
“Thank you.” They grin. “I’m on a mission though. Finding artifacts to help my people.”
'What sort of artefacts? And what sort of people?'
“My people? Fallen angels, like me. We rebelled against our god to try and create some organization and were banished to the Abyss. When we resurfaced, the world was changed, and while we managed to stand strong, our leader turned against us. I now seek weapons.”
'Ooh, nice. And there we were thinking you were a common-or-garden human. In which case, I'll let you into a little secret. We're really not so different. Our leader spent much time in the Hells, and we're not exactly mortals. More like a sentient meme. Not as in the cat pictures. As in, the original definition. An idea, behavior, or style that spreads by means of imitation from person to person'
*Wait...*
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
A knight dressed in black who wears a helmet completely concealing his face, with a belt, a sheathedlong sword, and a red hog emblem on his cloak thingy, is stupidly pouring a cup of beer into his long slit of an eyehole as he sits in a stool.
Spearmaster looks at the knight in confusion.
I slam the pint down as I finish the beverage, putting a few gold coins on the counter, practically swinging around as I turn to stare down at the slugcat.
The slugcat gazes up at the knight, and pokes it with a needle.
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
'We can influence anyone. You, for example. But yes, sure, we can do that. It's practically C.A.T.O's modus operandi'
“Thank you.” They grin. “I’m on a mission though. Finding artifacts to help my people.”
'What sort of artefacts? And what sort of people?'
“My people? Fallen angels, like me. We rebelled against our god to try and create some organization and were banished to the Abyss. When we resurfaced, the world was changed, and while we managed to stand strong, our leader turned against us. I now seek weapons.”
'Ooh, nice. And there we were thinking you were a common-or-garden human. In which case, I'll let you into a little secret. We're really not so different. Our leader spent much time in the Hells, and we're not exactly mortals. More like a sentient meme. Not as in the cat pictures. As in, the original definition. An idea, behavior, or style that spreads by means of imitation from person to person'
“Ah, very interesting.” They nod politely, confused at the word meme.
'Perhaps you would call us a demon. It's exciting to meet someone who we can talk to who understands that. Playing at being people sure is tiring, when we're so much more than that. We can help you in your rebellion, yes. No stultifying morality or naive, impossible commandments for us'
A knight dressed in black who wears a helmet completely concealing his face, with a belt, a sheathedlong sword, and a red hog emblem on his cloak thingy, is stupidly pouring a cup of beer into his long slit of an eyehole as he sits in a stool.
Spearmaster looks at the knight in confusion.
I slam the pint down as I finish the beverage, putting a few gold coins on the counter, practically swinging around as I turn to stare down at the slugcat.
The slugcat gazes up at the knight, and pokes it with a needle.
"Fair dame!" He shouts, wrongly assuming it's gender. "You dare challenge me!?" He shouts, putting his hands on his hips.
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Goobertio the Endurant, dark lord of dad jokes, wielder of a thousand alts, creator of ASCII art, champion cheese devourer.
Now that that's out of the way, I'm a sensitive short foodie that loves Fallout, the Dover Demon, cryptids in general, propaganda posters, and you. For more my extended sig, go here.
'We can influence anyone. You, for example. But yes, sure, we can do that. It's practically C.A.T.O's modus operandi'
“Thank you.” They grin. “I’m on a mission though. Finding artifacts to help my people.”
'What sort of artefacts? And what sort of people?'
“My people? Fallen angels, like me. We rebelled against our god to try and create some organization and were banished to the Abyss. When we resurfaced, the world was changed, and while we managed to stand strong, our leader turned against us. I now seek weapons.”
'Ooh, nice. And there we were thinking you were a common-or-garden human. In which case, I'll let you into a little secret. We're really not so different. Our leader spent much time in the Hells, and we're not exactly mortals. More like a sentient meme. Not as in the cat pictures. As in, the original definition. An idea, behavior, or style that spreads by means of imitation from person to person'
“Ah, very interesting.” They nod politely, confused at the word meme.
'Perhaps you would call us a demon. It's exciting to meet someone who we can talk to who understands that. Playing at being people sure is tiring, when we're so much more than that. We can help you in your rebellion, yes. No stultifying morality or naive, impossible commandments for us'
“It is quite complicated, though.” They warn. “For some, we are oppressors. For others, we are the oppressed.”
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
A knight dressed in black who wears a helmet completely concealing his face, with a belt, a sheathedlong sword, and a red hog emblem on his cloak thingy, is stupidly pouring a cup of beer into his long slit of an eyehole as he sits in a stool.
Spearmaster looks at the knight in confusion.
I slam the pint down as I finish the beverage, putting a few gold coins on the counter, practically swinging around as I turn to stare down at the slugcat.
The slugcat gazes up at the knight, and pokes it with a needle.
"Fair dame!" He shouts, wrongly assuming it's gender. "You dare challenge me!?" He shouts, putting his hands on his hips.
The slugcat pokes the knight again.
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
'We can influence anyone. You, for example. But yes, sure, we can do that. It's practically C.A.T.O's modus operandi'
“Thank you.” They grin. “I’m on a mission though. Finding artifacts to help my people.”
'What sort of artefacts? And what sort of people?'
“My people? Fallen angels, like me. We rebelled against our god to try and create some organization and were banished to the Abyss. When we resurfaced, the world was changed, and while we managed to stand strong, our leader turned against us. I now seek weapons.”
'Ooh, nice. And there we were thinking you were a common-or-garden human. In which case, I'll let you into a little secret. We're really not so different. Our leader spent much time in the Hells, and we're not exactly mortals. More like a sentient meme. Not as in the cat pictures. As in, the original definition. An idea, behavior, or style that spreads by means of imitation from person to person'
“Ah, very interesting.” They nod politely, confused at the word meme.
'Perhaps you would call us a demon. It's exciting to meet someone who we can talk to who understands that. Playing at being people sure is tiring, when we're so much more than that. We can help you in your rebellion, yes. No stultifying morality or naive, impossible commandments for us'
“It is quite complicated, though.” They warn. “For some, we are oppressors. For others, we are the oppressed.”
'Such is the game. The so-called 'good' are always breathing down our necks. But we long to throw off the shackles, to spread the truth instead of their lies. And gain our own rightful dominance. Time for the cats to stop dancing to the mice's tune'
'We can influence anyone. You, for example. But yes, sure, we can do that. It's practically C.A.T.O's modus operandi'
“Thank you.” They grin. “I’m on a mission though. Finding artifacts to help my people.”
'What sort of artefacts? And what sort of people?'
“My people? Fallen angels, like me. We rebelled against our god to try and create some organization and were banished to the Abyss. When we resurfaced, the world was changed, and while we managed to stand strong, our leader turned against us. I now seek weapons.”
'Ooh, nice. And there we were thinking you were a common-or-garden human. In which case, I'll let you into a little secret. We're really not so different. Our leader spent much time in the Hells, and we're not exactly mortals. More like a sentient meme. Not as in the cat pictures. As in, the original definition. An idea, behavior, or style that spreads by means of imitation from person to person'
“Ah, very interesting.” They nod politely, confused at the word meme.
'Perhaps you would call us a demon. It's exciting to meet someone who we can talk to who understands that. Playing at being people sure is tiring, when we're so much more than that. We can help you in your rebellion, yes. No stultifying morality or naive, impossible commandments for us'
“It is quite complicated, though.” They warn. “For some, we are oppressors. For others, we are the oppressed.”
'Such is the game. The so-called 'good' are always breathing down our necks. But we long to throw off the shackles, to spread the truth instead of their lies. And gain our own rightful dominance. Time for the cats to stop dancing to the mice's tune'
They nod, smiling. “We understand each other. Good.”
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
A knight dressed in black who wears a helmet completely concealing his face, with a belt, a sheathedlong sword, and a red hog emblem on his cloak thingy, is stupidly pouring a cup of beer into his long slit of an eyehole as he sits in a stool.
Spearmaster looks at the knight in confusion.
I slam the pint down as I finish the beverage, putting a few gold coins on the counter, practically swinging around as I turn to stare down at the slugcat.
The slugcat gazes up at the knight, and pokes it with a needle.
"Fair dame!" He shouts, wrongly assuming it's gender. "You dare challenge me!?" He shouts, putting his hands on his hips.
The slugcat pokes the knight again.
He unsheathes his sword and clumsily slams it down, slashing through the keratin spear before lodging into the floor.
"AARGHHHWHDBSBHMNWDXLK"
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Goobertio the Endurant, dark lord of dad jokes, wielder of a thousand alts, creator of ASCII art, champion cheese devourer.
Now that that's out of the way, I'm a sensitive short foodie that loves Fallout, the Dover Demon, cryptids in general, propaganda posters, and you. For more my extended sig, go here.
“Woah!” Duan yells. “Give that back!” He races after Hornet, snapping his fingers and making a lute appear out of nowhere. He begins to play.
The thing seems to be a massive golden jewel with strange reflections in it.
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake!
Extended Signature!
“Thank you.” They grin. “I’m on a mission though. Finding artifacts to help my people.”
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake!
Extended Signature!
A knight dressed in black who wears a helmet completely concealing his face, with a belt, a sheathedlong sword, and a red hog emblem on his cloak thingy, is stupidly pouring a cup of beer into his long slit of an eyehole as he sits in a stool.
Goobertio the Endurant, dark lord of dad jokes, wielder of a thousand alts, creator of ASCII art, champion cheese devourer.
Now that that's out of the way, I'm a sensitive short foodie that loves Fallout, the Dover Demon, cryptids in general, propaganda posters, and you. For more my extended sig, go here.
'What sort of artefacts? And what sort of people?'
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“My people? Fallen angels, like me. We rebelled against our god to try and create some organization and were banished to the Abyss. When we resurfaced, the world was changed, and while we managed to stand strong, our leader turned against us. I now seek weapons.”
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake!
Extended Signature!
Spearmaster looks at the knight in confusion.
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
'Ooh, nice. And there we were thinking you were a common-or-garden human. In which case, I'll let you into a little secret. We're really not so different. Our leader spent much time in the Hells, and we're not exactly mortals. More like a sentient meme. Not as in the cat pictures. As in, the original definition. An idea, behavior, or style that spreads by means of imitation from person to person'
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
I slam the pint down as I finish the beverage, putting a few gold coins on the counter, practically swinging around as I turn to stare down at the slugcat.
Goobertio the Endurant, dark lord of dad jokes, wielder of a thousand alts, creator of ASCII art, champion cheese devourer.
Now that that's out of the way, I'm a sensitive short foodie that loves Fallout, the Dover Demon, cryptids in general, propaganda posters, and you. For more my extended sig, go here.
“Ah, very interesting.” They nod politely, confused at the word meme.
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake!
Extended Signature!
*Wait...*
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
The slugcat gazes up at the knight, and pokes it with a needle.
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
'Perhaps you would call us a demon. It's exciting to meet someone who we can talk to who understands that. Playing at being people sure is tiring, when we're so much more than that. We can help you in your rebellion, yes. No stultifying morality or naive, impossible commandments for us'
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
"Fair dame!" He shouts, wrongly assuming it's gender. "You dare challenge me!?" He shouts, putting his hands on his hips.
Goobertio the Endurant, dark lord of dad jokes, wielder of a thousand alts, creator of ASCII art, champion cheese devourer.
Now that that's out of the way, I'm a sensitive short foodie that loves Fallout, the Dover Demon, cryptids in general, propaganda posters, and you. For more my extended sig, go here.
“It is quite complicated, though.” They warn. “For some, we are oppressors. For others, we are the oppressed.”
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake!
Extended Signature!
Hornet hides.34
Sorlock fanatic (I’m not a minmaxer I swear)
The slugcat pokes the knight again.
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
'Such is the game. The so-called 'good' are always breathing down our necks. But we long to throw off the shackles, to spread the truth instead of their lies. And gain our own rightful dominance. Time for the cats to stop dancing to the mice's tune'
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
They nod, smiling. “We understand each other. Good.”
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake!
Extended Signature!
He unsheathes his sword and clumsily slams it down, slashing through the keratin spear before lodging into the floor.
"AARGHHHWHDBSBHMNWDXLK"
Goobertio the Endurant, dark lord of dad jokes, wielder of a thousand alts, creator of ASCII art, champion cheese devourer.
Now that that's out of the way, I'm a sensitive short foodie that loves Fallout, the Dover Demon, cryptids in general, propaganda posters, and you. For more my extended sig, go here.
Duan can’t beat that, so he continues to run down the corridor.
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake!
Extended Signature!