'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.”
'Perfect. I guess you deserve an upgrade'. The guy hands her another pair of sunglasses, but these ones are red. 'If you're a fallen angel, then we're honoured to have you represent us'
'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.”
'Perfect. I guess you deserve an upgrade'. The guy hands her another pair of sunglasses, but these ones are red. 'If you're a fallen angel, then we're honoured to have you represent us'
“Why thank you. I can maybe help you find these people, then.”
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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'
“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.”
'Perfect. I guess you deserve an upgrade'. The guy hands her another pair of sunglasses, but these ones are red. 'If you're a fallen angel, then we're honoured to have you represent us'
“Why thank you. I can maybe help you find these people, then.”
'Very good. The guy we're looking for, he's been a thorn in our side for years. He likes to hide out in weird places where he thinks we won't find him. On his homeworld, he was based in the sewers, so that's why we're looking there first. Each one of us has been tracking one of his type, but none of us has had any luck. Until we all found each other, and figured out that one of them had gotten onto the ship. Alone against us, he'll be dead soon enough'
'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.”
'Perfect. I guess you deserve an upgrade'. The guy hands her another pair of sunglasses, but these ones are red. 'If you're a fallen angel, then we're honoured to have you represent us'
“Why thank you. I can maybe help you find these people, then.”
'Very good. The guy we're looking for, he's been a thorn in our side for years. He likes to hide out in weird places where he thinks we won't find him. On his homeworld, he was based in the sewers, so that's why we're looking there first. Each one of us has been tracking one of his type, but none of us has had any luck. Until we all found each other, and figured out that one of them had gotten onto the ship. Alone against us, he'll be dead soon enough'
“So… there are alternate versions of him?”
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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"
The slugcat calmly creates another 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.
Hornet walks out from the entrance to the jail, covered in blood.
Duan follows, holding something in his hands that’s covered by his cloak.
*sleight of hand to steal it?*
*Sher!*
*25 works?*
*yeah, but it would be kinda hard to grab something from someone holding something in their hands and staring at it so he will notice.*
Hornet double dashes away, and inspects whatever it is.
“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.
Hornet hides.34
Duan can’t beat that, so he continues to run down the corridor.
*can I attempt to surprise him from behind and tie him up with rope?*
*Hornet's just so silly goofy*
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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'
They nod, smiling. “We understand each other. Good.”
'Perfect. I guess you deserve an upgrade'. The guy hands her another pair of sunglasses, but these ones are red. 'If you're a fallen angel, then we're honoured to have you represent us'
“Why thank you. I can maybe help you find these people, then.”
'Very good. The guy we're looking for, he's been a thorn in our side for years. He likes to hide out in weird places where he thinks we won't find him. On his homeworld, he was based in the sewers, so that's why we're looking there first. Each one of us has been tracking one of his type, but none of us has had any luck. Until we all found each other, and figured out that one of them had gotten onto the ship. Alone against us, he'll be dead soon enough'
“So… there are alternate versions of him?”
'Yeah. He seems to be like us- every universe has one. Senecus, he's our guy from Adohandia Universe, said that his enemy was an elf or something. In Iago's universe, he was a creepy old guy who was one of the few to recognise him for who he was. For me, in the Sol Imperial timeline, he was just a street urchin who hadn't had his tech implants done. We've all been tracking him, with no success. Iago was the most recent of us to fail though, so we enjoy mocking him for that'
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"
The slugcat calmly creates another needle.
I dislodge my blade before wildly swinging it again, slicing through the spear again and almost nicking the slugcat's ear.
"FIGHT ME LIKE A MAN, GIRL!"
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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.
Scurvy Dave is wandering the halls of the ship like he owns the place, gun and sword on his hips
A purple slugcat is prowling through the halls, a long needle clutched in one hand, with a small organic tube connecting it to it's bulbous tail.
the ghostly pirate regards the creature strangely
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Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
'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.”
'Perfect. I guess you deserve an upgrade'. The guy hands her another pair of sunglasses, but these ones are red. 'If you're a fallen angel, then we're honoured to have you represent us'
“Why thank you. I can maybe help you find these people, then.”
'Very good. The guy we're looking for, he's been a thorn in our side for years. He likes to hide out in weird places where he thinks we won't find him. On his homeworld, he was based in the sewers, so that's why we're looking there first. Each one of us has been tracking one of his type, but none of us has had any luck. Until we all found each other, and figured out that one of them had gotten onto the ship. Alone against us, he'll be dead soon enough'
“So… there are alternate versions of him?”
'Yeah. He seems to be like us- every universe has one. Senecus, he's our guy from Adohandia Universe, said that his enemy was an elf or something. In Iago's universe, he was a creepy old guy who was one of the few to recognise him for who he was. For me, in the Sol Imperial timeline, he was just a street urchin who hadn't had his tech implants done. We've all been tracking him, with no success. Iago was the most recent of us to fail though, so we enjoy mocking him for that'
“Interesting… If there are multiple of you, why couldn’t there be multiple of him?”
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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'
“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.”
'Perfect. I guess you deserve an upgrade'. The guy hands her another pair of sunglasses, but these ones are red. 'If you're a fallen angel, then we're honoured to have you represent us'
“Why thank you. I can maybe help you find these people, then.”
'Very good. The guy we're looking for, he's been a thorn in our side for years. He likes to hide out in weird places where he thinks we won't find him. On his homeworld, he was based in the sewers, so that's why we're looking there first. Each one of us has been tracking one of his type, but none of us has had any luck. Until we all found each other, and figured out that one of them had gotten onto the ship. Alone against us, he'll be dead soon enough'
“So… there are alternate versions of him?”
'Yeah. He seems to be like us- every universe has one. Senecus, he's our guy from Adohandia Universe, said that his enemy was an elf or something. In Iago's universe, he was a creepy old guy who was one of the few to recognise him for who he was. For me, in the Sol Imperial timeline, he was just a street urchin who hadn't had his tech implants done. We've all been tracking him, with no success. Iago was the most recent of us to fail though, so we enjoy mocking him for that'
“Interesting… If there are multiple of you, why couldn’t there be multiple of him?”
'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.”
'Perfect. I guess you deserve an upgrade'. The guy hands her another pair of sunglasses, but these ones are red. 'If you're a fallen angel, then we're honoured to have you represent us'
“Why thank you. I can maybe help you find these people, then.”
'Very good. The guy we're looking for, he's been a thorn in our side for years. He likes to hide out in weird places where he thinks we won't find him. On his homeworld, he was based in the sewers, so that's why we're looking there first. Each one of us has been tracking one of his type, but none of us has had any luck. Until we all found each other, and figured out that one of them had gotten onto the ship. Alone against us, he'll be dead soon enough'
“So… there are alternate versions of him?”
'Yeah. He seems to be like us- every universe has one. Senecus, he's our guy from Adohandia Universe, said that his enemy was an elf or something. In Iago's universe, he was a creepy old guy who was one of the few to recognise him for who he was. For me, in the Sol Imperial timeline, he was just a street urchin who hadn't had his tech implants done. We've all been tracking him, with no success. Iago was the most recent of us to fail though, so we enjoy mocking him for that'
“Interesting… If there are multiple of you, why couldn’t there be multiple of him?”
'What do you mean? Like, on this ship?'
“Yeah… maybe…”
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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.
'Perfect. I guess you deserve an upgrade'. The guy hands her another pair of sunglasses, but these ones are red. 'If you're a fallen angel, then we're honoured to have you represent us'
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
*can I attempt to surprise him from behind and tie him up with rope?*
Sorlock fanatic (I’m not a minmaxer I swear)
“Why thank you. I can maybe help you find these people, then.”
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!
*you can try*
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!
*what check?*
Sorlock fanatic (I’m not a minmaxer I swear)
'Very good. The guy we're looking for, he's been a thorn in our side for years. He likes to hide out in weird places where he thinks we won't find him. On his homeworld, he was based in the sewers, so that's why we're looking there first. Each one of us has been tracking one of his type, but none of us has had any luck. Until we all found each other, and figured out that one of them had gotten onto the ship. Alone against us, he'll be dead soon enough'
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
*contested acrobatics with advantage for you.*
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!
“So… there are alternate versions of him?”
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!
* 17 32*
Sorlock fanatic (I’m not a minmaxer I swear)
The slugcat calmly creates another 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.
*Hornet's just so silly goofy*
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.
26 contested check.
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 has a +15 in acrobatics :3*
Sorlock fanatic (I’m not a minmaxer I swear)
*traitor…*
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!
'Yeah. He seems to be like us- every universe has one. Senecus, he's our guy from Adohandia Universe, said that his enemy was an elf or something. In Iago's universe, he was a creepy old guy who was one of the few to recognise him for who he was. For me, in the Sol Imperial timeline, he was just a street urchin who hadn't had his tech implants done. We've all been tracking him, with no success. Iago was the most recent of us to fail though, so we enjoy mocking him for that'
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
I dislodge my blade before wildly swinging it again, slicing through the spear again and almost nicking the slugcat's ear.
"FIGHT ME LIKE A MAN, GIRL!"
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.
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Currently rampaging through life
“Interesting… If there are multiple of you, why couldn’t there be multiple of him?”
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.
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'What do you mean? Like, on this ship?'
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“Yeah… maybe…”
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!
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