"Well... I have this here. A shape." It holds up the carving. "It would not work for a bacteria. But perhaps if I shattered it into tiny pieces..."
"Yes... That could work..."
The skeleton slams its knife against the core of the rock, shattering it. It picks up a handful of shards. "Here."
"Good..."
The being pools the blood dripping from it's mask into a palm, and baths the shards in the fluid.
"... Life came from dust, and to dust it has returned... This is the cycle of life and death... And so it shall repeat..."
The being plucks out a single shard and its eyes glow a harsh blue. The shard shatters. The being repeats this process, until all the shards have been shattered into dust. No... not dust, but creatures, carried by the wind, away from the rock.
"The first life. So begins the first death. I am sure some will drown out there."
"Yes. Some will. And when more life sprouts up, a few creatures may find themselves suffering from an unknown ailment... perhaps a strange tumor... or maybe a cough... Depends on my mood, I suppose. And those afflicted will eventually die... and the bacteria will spread."
"But for now, they are alone. Can they even think?"
"No. They have no brain. They have limited function. Only feed on energy sent from the sun."
“Pathetic. Maybe the next life will actually have the potential for suffering.”
"Ah- but even the smallest creature can have potential for suffering, either dealing it, or to take it."
“That is true.” It sighs. “I wish for the next life form to be created. An animal.”
"An animal? Well, that is not within my domain. I cannot help with that. Or... could I... if a bacteria were to evolve beyond what I created it to be... that is how life has been created in many different worlds, including my own... Perhaps..."
“Yes, perhaps. Could you do it, or would that require time?”
"I may be able to nudge things in a particular direction... Ooh! This is exciting... reminds me of my school days... A lot of things do! But, like anything, it will indeed take time..."
“Time. I do not enjoy time. My patience… it is not a good feature of mine.”
*gatta exercise*
"Hm. Strange. I would've though a reaper would have more patience..."
*Bai!*
“I have little. Perhaps I should be the Early Reaper.”
"Well... Little is better than none."
“Yes, yes. And what should I call you?”
"I am Atrophos, the Plague Bearer."
“And I am the Early Reaper.”
"Mmmm... still doesn't have as good of a ring to it as 'skeleton thing person'."
"That does not have... a ring."
"Sure it does!"
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The clocks run out, too late to wake up. You're locked under this nightmare's thumb. Begging you hide and run.
"Well... I have this here. A shape." It holds up the carving. "It would not work for a bacteria. But perhaps if I shattered it into tiny pieces..."
"Yes... That could work..."
The skeleton slams its knife against the core of the rock, shattering it. It picks up a handful of shards. "Here."
"Good..."
The being pools the blood dripping from it's mask into a palm, and baths the shards in the fluid.
"... Life came from dust, and to dust it has returned... This is the cycle of life and death... And so it shall repeat..."
The being plucks out a single shard and its eyes glow a harsh blue. The shard shatters. The being repeats this process, until all the shards have been shattered into dust. No... not dust, but creatures, carried by the wind, away from the rock.
"The first life. So begins the first death. I am sure some will drown out there."
"Yes. Some will. And when more life sprouts up, a few creatures may find themselves suffering from an unknown ailment... perhaps a strange tumor... or maybe a cough... Depends on my mood, I suppose. And those afflicted will eventually die... and the bacteria will spread."
"But for now, they are alone. Can they even think?"
"No. They have no brain. They have limited function. Only feed on energy sent from the sun."
“Pathetic. Maybe the next life will actually have the potential for suffering.”
"Ah- but even the smallest creature can have potential for suffering, either dealing it, or to take it."
“That is true.” It sighs. “I wish for the next life form to be created. An animal.”
"An animal? Well, that is not within my domain. I cannot help with that. Or... could I... if a bacteria were to evolve beyond what I created it to be... that is how life has been created in many different worlds, including my own... Perhaps..."
“Yes, perhaps. Could you do it, or would that require time?”
"I may be able to nudge things in a particular direction... Ooh! This is exciting... reminds me of my school days... A lot of things do! But, like anything, it will indeed take time..."
“Time. I do not enjoy time. My patience… it is not a good feature of mine.”
*gatta exercise*
"Hm. Strange. I would've though a reaper would have more patience..."
*Bai!*
“I have little. Perhaps I should be the Early Reaper.”
"Well... Little is better than none."
“Yes, yes. And what should I call you?”
"I am Atrophos, the Plague Bearer."
“And I am the Early Reaper.”
"Mmmm... still doesn't have as good of a ring to it as 'skeleton thing person'."
"That does not have... a ring."
"Sure it does!"
"I was under the impression a ring meant it sounded 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.
The Early Reaper is chipping away at another piece of stone.
A breath of wind... a melody... and then the wind begins to blow and takes the shape of a young boy with white hair and a pair of dove wings, carrying a lyre, with his hair tied into a braid and golden eyes and clothes.
*Also Godly Home rules will be put on the OP shortly.*
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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.
"Well... I have this here. A shape." It holds up the carving. "It would not work for a bacteria. But perhaps if I shattered it into tiny pieces..."
"Yes... That could work..."
The skeleton slams its knife against the core of the rock, shattering it. It picks up a handful of shards. "Here."
"Good..."
The being pools the blood dripping from it's mask into a palm, and baths the shards in the fluid.
"... Life came from dust, and to dust it has returned... This is the cycle of life and death... And so it shall repeat..."
The being plucks out a single shard and its eyes glow a harsh blue. The shard shatters. The being repeats this process, until all the shards have been shattered into dust. No... not dust, but creatures, carried by the wind, away from the rock.
"The first life. So begins the first death. I am sure some will drown out there."
"Yes. Some will. And when more life sprouts up, a few creatures may find themselves suffering from an unknown ailment... perhaps a strange tumor... or maybe a cough... Depends on my mood, I suppose. And those afflicted will eventually die... and the bacteria will spread."
"But for now, they are alone. Can they even think?"
"No. They have no brain. They have limited function. Only feed on energy sent from the sun."
“Pathetic. Maybe the next life will actually have the potential for suffering.”
"Ah- but even the smallest creature can have potential for suffering, either dealing it, or to take it."
“That is true.” It sighs. “I wish for the next life form to be created. An animal.”
"An animal? Well, that is not within my domain. I cannot help with that. Or... could I... if a bacteria were to evolve beyond what I created it to be... that is how life has been created in many different worlds, including my own... Perhaps..."
“Yes, perhaps. Could you do it, or would that require time?”
"I may be able to nudge things in a particular direction... Ooh! This is exciting... reminds me of my school days... A lot of things do! But, like anything, it will indeed take time..."
“Time. I do not enjoy time. My patience… it is not a good feature of mine.”
*gatta exercise*
"Hm. Strange. I would've though a reaper would have more patience..."
*Bai!*
“I have little. Perhaps I should be the Early Reaper.”
"Well... Little is better than none."
“Yes, yes. And what should I call you?”
"I am Atrophos, the Plague Bearer."
“And I am the Early Reaper.”
"Mmmm... still doesn't have as good of a ring to it as 'skeleton thing person'."
"That does not have... a ring."
"Sure it does!"
"I was under the impression a ring meant it sounded good."
"Bah. What do you know?"
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The clocks run out, too late to wake up. You're locked under this nightmare's thumb. Begging you hide and run.
Walking along the earth are three godlike beings; a man, a young boy and a woman. The man looks out over the barren ground impassively, while the woman at his side points out great places for civilisation. The boy trudges along behind them. He seems almost a middle point between the other two gods, who must be his parents. He wears armour on his legs and a simple tunic on his torso. One eye is red and fiery, the hair on that side of his head clean cut like that of a soldier. His other eye is a gentle blue, the hair transitioning into natural, easy waves, and this side of his face is also softer and slightly more feminine. In one hand he carries a banner, with a spear emblazoned on its red fabric, and in the other, a scroll. He is the god of balance and diplomacy, Enshagye.
His mother wears a simple yet elegant dress that reaches down to her ankles, with an embellished leather belt around her waist. Her curly blonde hair reaches down to her shoulders, and her eyes are a soft silver. She is the goddess of peace and good heath, Obusingye.
The man wears full armour on everything except his torso. His helmet is Spartan in design, with a plume of radiant light coming out from the back. He carries a shield in one hand and a long, twin-headed spear in the other. His bare torso is scarred, his dull armour pitted and scratched and radiating cold light. He reaches the crest of a hill and looks out at the wasteland, planting his spear in the ground. He is the god of war, Orutaro.
It is I, Gianduja, Lord of gluttony and merriment!!! (random idea) a 5'3" humanoid rotund, pot-bellied pig with two little tusks and squinty eyes. He is dressed in a yellow robe under a green cloak, a pair of immense grey boots, and a maroon ostrich feather hat. Gianduja, with his jolly attitude and backpack, noticed the trio as he walks down the path. Almost spontaneously, he calls out "Hello!" in his merry, Italian accent.
Orutaro regards Gianduja. His face is hidden but something tells the god of Gluttony that he is not impressed. Obusingye waves. "Hello there!" Enshagye Comes to the front. "Speak your name." He says, in a voice neither masculine nor feminine, and a flat tone with no hint of emotion.
"I am Gianduja! Perhaps you have heard of me? I make most excellent fireworks and beverage." I straighten my cloak as I straighten up at the same time.
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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.
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.
"Hmmmmmm... The Early Reaper sounds better to me."
"Well, I'm not going to tell you what to think, but in my opinion, creepy skeleton thing sounds better to me."
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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.
"Hmmmmmm... The Early Reaper sounds better to me."
"Well, I'm not going to tell you what to think, but in my opinion, creepy skeleton thing sounds better to me."
"Let us agree to disagree. Now, perhaps we should make a bit more land. It's quite annoying when there is no life..."
"Perhaps we should... I do need to create a laboratory for myself, as well as some sort of device to communicate my findings..."
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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.
"Hmmmmmm... The Early Reaper sounds better to me."
"Well, I'm not going to tell you what to think, but in my opinion, creepy skeleton thing sounds better to me."
"Let us agree to disagree. Now, perhaps we should make a bit more land. It's quite annoying when there is no life..."
"Perhaps we should... I do need to create a laboratory for myself, as well as some sort of device to communicate my findings..."
"I have always admired the stereotype that the land of death is underground, but it would be more interesting... If I crammed all the souls of the dead into a demiplane of mine that I carry within my eyehole. Interesting."
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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.
"Hmmmmmm... The Early Reaper sounds better to me."
"Well, I'm not going to tell you what to think, but in my opinion, creepy skeleton thing sounds better to me."
"Let us agree to disagree. Now, perhaps we should make a bit more land. It's quite annoying when there is no life..."
"Perhaps we should... I do need to create a laboratory for myself, as well as some sort of device to communicate my findings..."
"I have always admired the stereotype that the land of death is underground, but it would be more interesting... If I crammed all the souls of the dead into a demiplane of mine that I carry within my eyehole. Interesting."
"Oooh! That indeed would be neat! The dead could gaze out upon the living..."
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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.
"Hmmmmmm... The Early Reaper sounds better to me."
"Well, I'm not going to tell you what to think, but in my opinion, creepy skeleton thing sounds better to me."
"Let us agree to disagree. Now, perhaps we should make a bit more land. It's quite annoying when there is no life..."
"Perhaps we should... I do need to create a laboratory for myself, as well as some sort of device to communicate my findings..."
"I have always admired the stereotype that the land of death is underground, but it would be more interesting... If I crammed all the souls of the dead into a demiplane of mine that I carry within my eyehole. Interesting."
"Oooh! That indeed would be neat! The dead could gaze out upon the living..."
The Early Reaper cackles. "Only able to feel their own suffering."
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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.
"Hmmmmmm... The Early Reaper sounds better to me."
"Well, I'm not going to tell you what to think, but in my opinion, creepy skeleton thing sounds better to me."
"Let us agree to disagree. Now, perhaps we should make a bit more land. It's quite annoying when there is no life..."
"Perhaps we should... I do need to create a laboratory for myself, as well as some sort of device to communicate my findings..."
"I have always admired the stereotype that the land of death is underground, but it would be more interesting... If I crammed all the souls of the dead into a demiplane of mine that I carry within my eyehole. Interesting."
"Oooh! That indeed would be neat! The dead could gaze out upon the living..."
The Early Reaper cackles. "Only able to feel their own suffering."
"Interesting.... I like your twisted mind! It dreams up possibilities I've not seen before..."
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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.
"Hmmmmmm... The Early Reaper sounds better to me."
"Well, I'm not going to tell you what to think, but in my opinion, creepy skeleton thing sounds better to me."
"Let us agree to disagree. Now, perhaps we should make a bit more land. It's quite annoying when there is no life..."
"Perhaps we should... I do need to create a laboratory for myself, as well as some sort of device to communicate my findings..."
"I have always admired the stereotype that the land of death is underground, but it would be more interesting... If I crammed all the souls of the dead into a demiplane of mine that I carry within my eyehole. Interesting."
"Oooh! That indeed would be neat! The dead could gaze out upon the living..."
The Early Reaper cackles. "Only able to feel their own suffering."
"Interesting.... I like your twisted mind! It dreams up possibilities I've not seen before..."
"I am... quite generic, I've been told. Trying to change that."
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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.
"Hmmmmmm... The Early Reaper sounds better to me."
"Well, I'm not going to tell you what to think, but in my opinion, creepy skeleton thing sounds better to me."
"Let us agree to disagree. Now, perhaps we should make a bit more land. It's quite annoying when there is no life..."
"Perhaps we should... I do need to create a laboratory for myself, as well as some sort of device to communicate my findings..."
"I have always admired the stereotype that the land of death is underground, but it would be more interesting... If I crammed all the souls of the dead into a demiplane of mine that I carry within my eyehole. Interesting."
"Oooh! That indeed would be neat! The dead could gaze out upon the living..."
The Early Reaper cackles. "Only able to feel their own suffering."
"Interesting.... I like your twisted mind! It dreams up possibilities I've not seen before..."
"I am... quite generic, I've been told. Trying to change that."
"IT's good! Generic thoughts are the kryptonite of academic success! ... Kryptonite... that's a neat term! I should define that... Hm."
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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.
"Hmmmmmm... The Early Reaper sounds better to me."
"Well, I'm not going to tell you what to think, but in my opinion, creepy skeleton thing sounds better to me."
"Let us agree to disagree. Now, perhaps we should make a bit more land. It's quite annoying when there is no life..."
"Perhaps we should... I do need to create a laboratory for myself, as well as some sort of device to communicate my findings..."
"I have always admired the stereotype that the land of death is underground, but it would be more interesting... If I crammed all the souls of the dead into a demiplane of mine that I carry within my eyehole. Interesting."
"Oooh! That indeed would be neat! The dead could gaze out upon the living..."
The Early Reaper cackles. "Only able to feel their own suffering."
"Interesting.... I like your twisted mind! It dreams up possibilities I've not seen before..."
"I am... quite generic, I've been told. Trying to change that."
"IT's good! Generic thoughts are the kryptonite of academic success! ... Kryptonite... that's a neat term! I should define that... Hm."
"I believe that is from the world of Superman. I used to read those comics. They were my only form of entertainment in my prison."
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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.
"Sure it does!"
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
*I panicked so badddddd :(
Even emailed you, Gonz, with the account I knew because we've been on a doc together.
Maybe we should figure out another way of communication in case this happens again? Idk, just me being addicted and paranoid.*
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!
"I was under the impression a ring meant it sounded 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!
The Early Reaper is chipping away at another piece of stone.
A breath of wind... a melody... and then the wind begins to blow and takes the shape of a young boy with white hair and a pair of dove wings, carrying a lyre, with his hair tied into a braid and golden eyes and clothes.
*Also Godly Home rules will be put on the OP shortly.*
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!
*Oh you did*
*Whoops*
*Didn't see that*
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
"Bah. What do you know?"
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
*cut*
"Little." It replies.
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!
"I am Gianduja! Perhaps you have heard of me? I make most excellent fireworks and beverage." I straighten my cloak as I straighten up at the same time.
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.
"Exactly!"
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.
"Hmmmmmm... The Early Reaper sounds better to me."
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!
"Well, I'm not going to tell you what to think, but in my opinion, creepy skeleton thing sounds better to me."
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.
"Let us agree to disagree. Now, perhaps we should make a bit more land. It's quite annoying when there is no life..."
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!
"Perhaps we should... I do need to create a laboratory for myself, as well as some sort of device to communicate my findings..."
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.
"I have always admired the stereotype that the land of death is underground, but it would be more interesting... If I crammed all the souls of the dead into a demiplane of mine that I carry within my eyehole. Interesting."
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!
"Oooh! That indeed would be neat! The dead could gaze out upon the living..."
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 Early Reaper cackles. "Only able to feel their own suffering."
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!
"Interesting.... I like your twisted mind! It dreams up possibilities I've not seen before..."
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.
"I am... quite generic, I've been told. Trying to change that."
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!
"IT's good! Generic thoughts are the kryptonite of academic success! ... Kryptonite... that's a neat term! I should define that... Hm."
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.
"I believe that is from the world of Superman. I used to read those comics. They were my only form of entertainment in my prison."
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!