Goobertio the Endurant, lord of dad jokes, wielder of taco rage, creator of ASCII art, champion cheese devourer, scholar of the texts of Adohand Gatorslayer. One of the two husbands of mothman. The other one is SalemTheArtificer.
"Who's a good boy? Yes you are!" TheGatoLover said to me. He was right. I simp for him.
I'm a sensitive short foodie that loves Fallout, the Dover Demon, cryptids in general, propaganda posters, and you. My extended sig is here.
A guy in a hazmat suit is talking angrily on a phone
A tired-looking strugel with one eye waddles over with a cup of coffee and does a little shimmy. He has black markings on his cheeks, the sign of a criminal past or bloodline.
A guy in a hazmat suit is talking angrily on a phone
A tired-looking strugel with one eye waddles over with a cup of coffee and does a little shimmy. He has black markings on his cheeks, the sign of a criminal past or bloodline.
If he looks through, he sees a figure approach the other side of the vent. 'Who goes there?'
A tired-looking strugel with one eye waddles over with a cup of coffee and does a little shimmy. He has black markings on his cheeks, the sign of a criminal past or bloodline.
If he looks through, he sees a figure approach the other side of the vent. 'Who goes there?'
"I'm off work right now, so... nobody I guess." He yawns and takes a sip of his drink. "Who're you?"
A tired-looking strugel with one eye waddles over with a cup of coffee and does a little shimmy. He has black markings on his cheeks, the sign of a criminal past or bloodline.
If he looks through, he sees a figure approach the other side of the vent. 'Who goes there?'
"I'm off work right now, so... nobody I guess." He yawns and takes a sip of his drink. "Who're you?"
'One of many. This is the territory of the Air Vent Bros. Wait, hang on...' the voice trails off, before shouting something unintelligible to someone further in the vent. 'Yeah. You're a strugel, right? Do you know a Theo?'
"I'm off work right now, so... nobody I guess." He yawns and takes a sip of his drink. "Who're you?"
'One of many. This is the territory of the Air Vent Bros. Wait, hang on...' the voice trails off, before shouting something unintelligible to someone further in the vent. 'Yeah. You're a strugel, right? Do you know a Theo?'
"Yeah. Did some work for him once. Needed my expertise in undead." He sits down. "I'm pretty much disposable to most people, so it was nice to be used as something other than a warm body with fully functioning limbs. Mr. Gildedguts even paid me like an actual employee, which was nice."
"I'm off work right now, so... nobody I guess." He yawns and takes a sip of his drink. "Who're you?"
'One of many. This is the territory of the Air Vent Bros. Wait, hang on...' the voice trails off, before shouting something unintelligible to someone further in the vent. 'Yeah. You're a strugel, right? Do you know a Theo?'
"Yeah. Did some work for him once. Needed my expertise in undead." He sits down. "I'm pretty much disposable to most people, so it was nice to be used as something other than a warm body with fully functioning limbs. Mr. Gildedguts even paid me like an actual employee, which was nice."
'That's interesting. In which case, you're welcome to enter. We got pizza.' The air vent opens
"Yeah. Did some work for him once. Needed my expertise in undead." He sits down. "I'm pretty much disposable to most people, so it was nice to be used as something other than a warm body with fully functioning limbs. Mr. Gildedguts even paid me like an actual employee, which was nice."
'That's interesting. In which case, you're welcome to enter. We got pizza.' The air vent opens
"Oh, epic." He gets down onto the floor and shimmies inside, bringing his coffee with him. He's more fluff than fat, unlike Theo. "Y'all seem like decent guys. What ya do for cash?"
"Yeah. Did some work for him once. Needed my expertise in undead." He sits down. "I'm pretty much disposable to most people, so it was nice to be used as something other than a warm body with fully functioning limbs. Mr. Gildedguts even paid me like an actual employee, which was nice."
'That's interesting. In which case, you're welcome to enter. We got pizza.' The air vent opens
"Oh, epic." He gets down onto the floor and shimmies inside, bringing his coffee with him. He's more fluff than fat, unlike Theo. "Y'all seem like decent guys. What ya do for cash?"
'Let's not talk about that, hey? Don't want to end up out the airlock.'
Inside is a small, cramped chamber with a whole load of weird-looking dudes in it. They range in age from about nine to about seventy, but they all seem to have very similar features. Their clothes vary significantly, from medieval-style outfits to modern and futuristic garments.
"Oh, epic." He gets down onto the floor and shimmies inside, bringing his coffee with him. He's more fluff than fat, unlike Theo. "Y'all seem like decent guys. What ya do for cash?"
'Let's not talk about that, hey? Don't want to end up out the airlock.'
Inside is a small, cramped chamber with a whole load of weird-looking dudes in it. They range in age from about nine to about seventy, but they all seem to have very similar features. Their clothes vary significantly, from medieval-style outfits to modern and futuristic garments.
"Fair 'nuff. How 'dya guys like donuts?" He looks around for the pizza.
"Oh, epic." He gets down onto the floor and shimmies inside, bringing his coffee with him. He's more fluff than fat, unlike Theo. "Y'all seem like decent guys. What ya do for cash?"
'Let's not talk about that, hey? Don't want to end up out the airlock.'
Inside is a small, cramped chamber with a whole load of weird-looking dudes in it. They range in age from about nine to about seventy, but they all seem to have very similar features. Their clothes vary significantly, from medieval-style outfits to modern and futuristic garments.
"Fair 'nuff. How 'dya guys like donuts?" He looks around for the pizza.
'We're not gonna turn down donuts, are we guys?'. They all stare wide-eyed at the strugel, evidently hyped by the idea of donuts. One of the guys, a young man in priestly robes, hands him a box of mushroom-topped pizza
"Fair 'nuff. How 'dya guys like donuts?" He looks around for the pizza.
'We're not gonna turn down donuts, are we guys?'. They all stare wide-eyed at the strugel, evidently hyped by the idea of donuts. One of the guys, a young man in priestly robes, hands him a box of mushroom-topped pizza
He takes off a bag of holding from his back and removes a box of donuts, trading it for the pizza box. "These are gluten-free and vegan, but not sugar-free. Hope that's okay with everyone. I make em' myself, and let me tell you, coming up with a recipe that omits eggs and yeast is an all-night effort."
"Fair 'nuff. How 'dya guys like donuts?" He looks around for the pizza.
'We're not gonna turn down donuts, are we guys?'. They all stare wide-eyed at the strugel, evidently hyped by the idea of donuts. One of the guys, a young man in priestly robes, hands him a box of mushroom-topped pizza
He takes off a bag of holding from his back and removes a box of donuts, trading it for the pizza box. "These are gluten-free and vegan, but not sugar-free. Hope that's okay with everyone. I make em' myself, and let me tell you, coming up with a recipe that omits eggs and yeast is an all-night effort."
'These are actually amazing. Can't taste a difference, it''s just... sweet donutty awesomeness!' The guy passes the donuts around, until all of the Air Vent Bros' faces are covered in sugar. 'Ya gotta be some kinda chef, right? Like, professional?'
"Yup. But they keep coming back."
Praise Jeff!!!!!
Ni!
Creator of the Realm of Dragons Tavern
My Extended Sig
*hi isaac and Dutch, anyone wanna rp?*
Sorlock fanatic (I’m not a minmaxer I swear)
*I could take a break from talking philosophy with spearmaster, methinks*
Goobertio the Endurant, lord of dad jokes, wielder of taco rage, creator of ASCII art, champion cheese devourer, scholar of the texts of Adohand Gatorslayer. One of the two husbands of mothman. The other one is SalemTheArtificer.
"Who's a good boy? Yes you are!" TheGatoLover said to me. He was right. I simp for him.
I'm a sensitive short foodie that loves Fallout, the Dover Demon, cryptids in general, propaganda posters, and you. My extended sig is here.
*So, just to be clear... I could be a Gold Dragon Wyrmling? With Druidcraft, Prestidigitation, and Thaumaturgy? (Optional Innate Spellcasting rule)
Also, as for a world to visit... maybe the Starcraft universe? I dunno.*
Life Advice: If someone annoys you, just cast Prestidigitation on them and soil their pants.
And here is my extended signature: (^v^)
A gaunt old dude is wandering the hallway, looking about nervously
A guy in a white robe is patrolling with a machine gun
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
*How should I introduce my caffeinated freak? Hmmm...*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
*idk*
Praise Jeff!!!!!
Ni!
Creator of the Realm of Dragons Tavern
My Extended Sig
Music is playing from an air vent
A guy in a hazmat suit is talking angrily on a phone
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A tired-looking strugel with one eye waddles over with a cup of coffee and does a little shimmy. He has black markings on his cheeks, the sign of a criminal past or bloodline.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
If he looks through, he sees a figure approach the other side of the vent. 'Who goes there?'
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"I'm off work right now, so... nobody I guess." He yawns and takes a sip of his drink. "Who're you?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
'One of many. This is the territory of the Air Vent Bros. Wait, hang on...' the voice trails off, before shouting something unintelligible to someone further in the vent. 'Yeah. You're a strugel, right? Do you know a Theo?'
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"Yeah. Did some work for him once. Needed my expertise in undead." He sits down. "I'm pretty much disposable to most people, so it was nice to be used as something other than a warm body with fully functioning limbs. Mr. Gildedguts even paid me like an actual employee, which was nice."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
'That's interesting. In which case, you're welcome to enter. We got pizza.' The air vent opens
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"Oh, epic." He gets down onto the floor and shimmies inside, bringing his coffee with him. He's more fluff than fat, unlike Theo. "Y'all seem like decent guys. What ya do for cash?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
'Let's not talk about that, hey? Don't want to end up out the airlock.'
Inside is a small, cramped chamber with a whole load of weird-looking dudes in it. They range in age from about nine to about seventy, but they all seem to have very similar features. Their clothes vary significantly, from medieval-style outfits to modern and futuristic garments.
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
"Fair 'nuff. How 'dya guys like donuts?" He looks around for the pizza.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
'We're not gonna turn down donuts, are we guys?'. They all stare wide-eyed at the strugel, evidently hyped by the idea of donuts. One of the guys, a young man in priestly robes, hands him a box of mushroom-topped pizza
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
He takes off a bag of holding from his back and removes a box of donuts, trading it for the pizza box. "These are gluten-free and vegan, but not sugar-free. Hope that's okay with everyone. I make em' myself, and let me tell you, coming up with a recipe that omits eggs and yeast is an all-night effort."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
'These are actually amazing. Can't taste a difference, it''s just... sweet donutty awesomeness!' The guy passes the donuts around, until all of the Air Vent Bros' faces are covered in sugar. 'Ya gotta be some kinda chef, right? Like, professional?'
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!