"And I thought that this would be different. Hello, world. The child of Loki welcomes you."
A new arrival has come, a cloaked figure in the dark, tall and lanky, and bearing a sawed off shotgun
*Yooooooo hello Salem*
*meowdy, folks. was gonna take this guy and his bros to CHB but this place seems cool, too. Been cookin' these guys up since wednesday*
*Oh cool! I've got a wind god and a death god available.*
*I've got Chaos and Plauge/bacteria available!*
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"That is an excellent query. What do you think, Dialecus?" Dialecus grunts and summons a ball of air to his hands. "I get the sense he doesn't like me much."
“Hm. I get that feeling too… How peculiar.”
"Yes, yes. Should we force him to give us a spark of breath? Perhaps we could imbue that into a being. A skeleton would be interesting, but the only skeleton here is me and I'm already alive."
“How about a vulture? I’ve always liked them. Good disease carriers, they fly on the wind, and are associated with death!”
"A vulture would be excellent! And since there is no other life... they will be forced to feed on themselves! Wait. That would be a problem... agh, I think we need to start at the very bottom of the food chain."
“Rats, then?”
"Plants..."
“Ah. Yes. That would be smart.”
"Well... Time to find a plant god?"
“We already have three. Plenty of bacteria photosynthesize. It shouldn’t be too hard to do this.”
"My science was always shabby."
“Well, good thing mine isn’t!”
"Okay... how do we start?"
"Ah... Well, I believe that it is customary, that when three or more beings collaborate on a single thing, each offers a unique gift to the thing. So, I will offer up the ability to convert sunlight into energy!"
"I will offer up the ability for it to die." It grins grimly.
Dialecus sighs. "I'll let it consume carbon dioxide to create oxygen."
"And I will also grant it the ability to grow, to cooperate, to live, to become something greater!"
As the final words are spoken, a small bud sprouts in the dirt, and begins to grow rapidly, unferling into the shape of a short plant with large, fan-like leaves, covered in purple markings like that of a skull.
"Interesting, interesting." The Early Reaper says. "Is it... poisonous? I shall give it the ability to kill if it is not."
Dialecus eyes it with fearful eyes.
"It could be... That would be neat... I just figured the markings were there to help it absorbed the sun and retain water in these sparse lands..."
"No, no, the newer creatures need food. Eh."
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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.
"That is an excellent query. What do you think, Dialecus?" Dialecus grunts and summons a ball of air to his hands. "I get the sense he doesn't like me much."
“Hm. I get that feeling too… How peculiar.”
"Yes, yes. Should we force him to give us a spark of breath? Perhaps we could imbue that into a being. A skeleton would be interesting, but the only skeleton here is me and I'm already alive."
“How about a vulture? I’ve always liked them. Good disease carriers, they fly on the wind, and are associated with death!”
"A vulture would be excellent! And since there is no other life... they will be forced to feed on themselves! Wait. That would be a problem... agh, I think we need to start at the very bottom of the food chain."
“Rats, then?”
"Plants..."
“Ah. Yes. That would be smart.”
"Well... Time to find a plant god?"
“We already have three. Plenty of bacteria photosynthesize. It shouldn’t be too hard to do this.”
"My science was always shabby."
“Well, good thing mine isn’t!”
"Okay... how do we start?"
"Ah... Well, I believe that it is customary, that when three or more beings collaborate on a single thing, each offers a unique gift to the thing. So, I will offer up the ability to convert sunlight into energy!"
"I will offer up the ability for it to die." It grins grimly.
Dialecus sighs. "I'll let it consume carbon dioxide to create oxygen."
"And I will also grant it the ability to grow, to cooperate, to live, to become something greater!"
As the final words are spoken, a small bud sprouts in the dirt, and begins to grow rapidly, unferling into the shape of a short plant with large, fan-like leaves, covered in purple markings like that of a skull.
"Interesting, interesting." The Early Reaper says. "Is it... poisonous? I shall give it the ability to kill if it is not."
Dialecus eyes it with fearful eyes.
"It could be... That would be neat... I just figured the markings were there to help it absorbed the sun and retain water in these sparse lands..."
"No, no, the newer creatures need food. Eh."
"That is a good point..."
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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.
"That is an excellent query. What do you think, Dialecus?" Dialecus grunts and summons a ball of air to his hands. "I get the sense he doesn't like me much."
“Hm. I get that feeling too… How peculiar.”
"Yes, yes. Should we force him to give us a spark of breath? Perhaps we could imbue that into a being. A skeleton would be interesting, but the only skeleton here is me and I'm already alive."
“How about a vulture? I’ve always liked them. Good disease carriers, they fly on the wind, and are associated with death!”
"A vulture would be excellent! And since there is no other life... they will be forced to feed on themselves! Wait. That would be a problem... agh, I think we need to start at the very bottom of the food chain."
“Rats, then?”
"Plants..."
“Ah. Yes. That would be smart.”
"Well... Time to find a plant god?"
“We already have three. Plenty of bacteria photosynthesize. It shouldn’t be too hard to do this.”
"My science was always shabby."
“Well, good thing mine isn’t!”
"Okay... how do we start?"
"Ah... Well, I believe that it is customary, that when three or more beings collaborate on a single thing, each offers a unique gift to the thing. So, I will offer up the ability to convert sunlight into energy!"
"I will offer up the ability for it to die." It grins grimly.
Dialecus sighs. "I'll let it consume carbon dioxide to create oxygen."
"And I will also grant it the ability to grow, to cooperate, to live, to become something greater!"
As the final words are spoken, a small bud sprouts in the dirt, and begins to grow rapidly, unferling into the shape of a short plant with large, fan-like leaves, covered in purple markings like that of a skull.
"Interesting, interesting." The Early Reaper says. "Is it... poisonous? I shall give it the ability to kill if it is not."
Dialecus eyes it with fearful eyes.
"It could be... That would be neat... I just figured the markings were there to help it absorbed the sun and retain water in these sparse lands..."
"No, no, the newer creatures need food. Eh."
"That is a good point..."
"Well, we can always make poisonous plants later!"
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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.
"For now. But worry not, the world is ever-changing. It is chaos and law, as my whole being demonstrates."
"As the wind... it is my job to keep things moving. I was reluctant to create life at first, but now I know we need it..."
"We do. And life needs to adapt. Thankfully, I can help with that."
"Oh really? I believe life is being... introduced right now by others as well. I can split my consciousness, you see... Shall we wait, or shall we create?"
"I do think I can help." They smile, Folding the umbrella up.
"Excellent. What do you wish to make?"
"It matters not what I make. It just matters that I make."
A tall person wearing a fluffy blue coat wanders, holding an umbrella. Their face is concealed by a cloth draped apon their forehead, but one can make out a faint blue glow. They have a slight toothy smile just under the mask, and sharp talons holding their umbrella and underneath their robe, their limbs thin, lanky, and birdlike. Their hand off the umbrella is twitching, talons curling upon the cold air that surrounds them, and in their path snow falls and the temperature is about -20°C.
Masha is sitting in the dirt, her right hand gloved in a jagged purple substance constantly jittering and twisting. Masha is busy grabbing a handful of dirt and watching it disintegrate in her hands, and then creating a small rock in the palm of her other hand, and stacking it onto a small tower of rocks to the left of her. When she see's the other figure, she stands up, kicks over her tower of rocks, and wipes her hands on her jeans.
"Oh! Hello there! There really are a bunch of people here! Who are you?"
The figure chuckles a bit and smiles, before bowing their head "Mausama, the god of weather. What about you?" They swirl a cloud of snow in the air.
"Masha, Unholy being of Chaos, Destruction, Random Chance, you get the gist. I would shake your hand, but then your atoms would get vaporized and stored alongside mine for repurposing. And that tends to end a conversation real fast, y'know?"
"I can compromise, you know?" The snow shifts into a floating arm "I guess we are both beings of change...?"
“I guess we are! The seasons are quite chaotic. I like that about them.”
"I enjoy that as well." The snow hand waves as if asking to shake. "Oh, and be wary. A true cold is coming soon."
“Alright! Thank you for that warning.”
"But then it will return to how it is now. And after that I shall let plants grow..."
“If plants have been created yet. That should happen. It’s sorta… boring.”
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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.
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.
*Okay so here's what I'm thinking so things don't go too slow on evolution.*
*Every time there are no roleplays currently in progress, I will fast forward a few years. You can describe what your characters have been doing in those years, and I will describe how the world has changed.*
*That work?*
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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.
"That is an excellent query. What do you think, Dialecus?" Dialecus grunts and summons a ball of air to his hands. "I get the sense he doesn't like me much."
“Hm. I get that feeling too… How peculiar.”
"Yes, yes. Should we force him to give us a spark of breath? Perhaps we could imbue that into a being. A skeleton would be interesting, but the only skeleton here is me and I'm already alive."
“How about a vulture? I’ve always liked them. Good disease carriers, they fly on the wind, and are associated with death!”
"A vulture would be excellent! And since there is no other life... they will be forced to feed on themselves! Wait. That would be a problem... agh, I think we need to start at the very bottom of the food chain."
“Rats, then?”
"Plants..."
“Ah. Yes. That would be smart.”
"Well... Time to find a plant god?"
“We already have three. Plenty of bacteria photosynthesize. It shouldn’t be too hard to do this.”
"My science was always shabby."
“Well, good thing mine isn’t!”
"Okay... how do we start?"
"Ah... Well, I believe that it is customary, that when three or more beings collaborate on a single thing, each offers a unique gift to the thing. So, I will offer up the ability to convert sunlight into energy!"
"I will offer up the ability for it to die." It grins grimly.
Dialecus sighs. "I'll let it consume carbon dioxide to create oxygen."
"And I will also grant it the ability to grow, to cooperate, to live, to become something greater!"
As the final words are spoken, a small bud sprouts in the dirt, and begins to grow rapidly, unferling into the shape of a short plant with large, fan-like leaves, covered in purple markings like that of a skull.
"Interesting, interesting." The Early Reaper says. "Is it... poisonous? I shall give it the ability to kill if it is not."
Dialecus eyes it with fearful eyes.
"It could be... That would be neat... I just figured the markings were there to help it absorbed the sun and retain water in these sparse lands..."
"No, no, the newer creatures need food. Eh."
"That is a good point..."
"Well, we can always make poisonous plants later!"
"That is true! But, now can we create rodents? I've always had a likening for rats... Good disease carriers, and very useful for experiments!"
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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.
*Okay so here's what I'm thinking so things don't go too slow on evolution.*
*Every time there are no roleplays currently in progress, I will fast forward a few years. You can describe what your characters have been doing in those years, and I will describe how the world has changed.*
*That work?*
*Sure! The plague Atrophos has created is gonna turn into something very... intresting*
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*meowdy, folks. was gonna take this guy and his bros to CHB but this place seems cool, too. Been cookin' these guys up since wednesday*
Indubitably the real account of the Salem you're thinking of, Mx. Mason Spark, the Prodigal Fox
Still a furry, still a weirdo. Love y'all
Oh, I'm they/them now.
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
Would you please forgive me? While I cannot love myself, I'll choose someone else. - BNL Cult of the Fox
*SALEM!?!?!?*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*Oh cool! I've got a wind god and a death god available.*
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've got Chaos and Plauge/bacteria available!*
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.
"No, no, the newer creatures need food. Eh."
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!
*idc. hit me*
Indubitably the real account of the Salem you're thinking of, Mx. Mason Spark, the Prodigal Fox
Still a furry, still a weirdo. Love y'all
Oh, I'm they/them now.
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
Would you please forgive me? While I cannot love myself, I'll choose someone else. - BNL Cult of the Fox
*hmmm idc*
*hit me, baby, one more time!*
Indubitably the real account of the Salem you're thinking of, Mx. Mason Spark, the Prodigal Fox
Still a furry, still a weirdo. Love y'all
Oh, I'm they/them now.
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
Would you please forgive me? While I cannot love myself, I'll choose someone else. - BNL Cult of the Fox
"That is a good point..."
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.
*Oh great now saying Salem's name is spam. Great job auto spam bot.*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
The Early Reaper stands under a rock, staring up at the sky.
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, we can always make poisonous plants later!"
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!
*its cause I'm an entity.*
Indubitably the real account of the Salem you're thinking of, Mx. Mason Spark, the Prodigal Fox
Still a furry, still a weirdo. Love y'all
Oh, I'm they/them now.
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
Would you please forgive me? While I cannot love myself, I'll choose someone else. - BNL Cult of the Fox
"It matters not what I make. It just matters that I make."
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
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.
*friendly reminder: don't forget to cut those quotes*
Goobertio the Endurant, dark lord of dad jokes, wielder of a thousand alts, creator of ASCII art, champion cheese devourer.
here's my guess who thread: https://www.dndbeyond.com/forums/off-topic/forum-games/231168-hysterical-chagrin-or-kinda-guess-who
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.
*Okay so here's what I'm thinking so things don't go too slow on evolution.*
*Every time there are no roleplays currently in progress, I will fast forward a few years. You can describe what your characters have been doing in those years, and I will describe how the world has changed.*
*That work?*
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!
"That is true! But, now can we create rodents? I've always had a likening for rats... Good disease carriers, and very useful for experiments!"
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.
*cut with Tar Tar*
"What we make is important though... do you want me to choose?"
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!
*cut with Gonz.*
"Sure! They can eat these flowers!"
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!
*Sure! The plague Atrophos has created is gonna turn into something very... intresting*
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.