"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.*
*idc. hit me*
The Early Reaper stands under a rock, staring up at the sky.
Footsteps approach them from behind, accompanied by a heavy chuckle
"Why hello there." It says, sighing and turning around, its skeletal body snapping with the movements.
"Hey." The figure puts his shotgun on his shoulder, taking the hood of his leather jacket off. His jacket seems to swirl with red text, moving and glowing
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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
*DEITY needs to get in on this creating. there's nothing to inspire to invent technology*
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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...!
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.”
*Although the only living things rn is a bacteria, a plant, and some rats... magic rats...*
*MAGIC RATS!!!*
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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.
"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.*
*idc. hit me*
The Early Reaper stands under a rock, staring up at the sky.
Footsteps approach them from behind, accompanied by a heavy chuckle
"Why hello there." It says, sighing and turning around, its skeletal body snapping with the movements.
"Hey." The figure puts his shotgun on his shoulder, taking the hood of his leather jacket off. His jacket seems to swirl with red text, moving and glowing
"Well... that's unique. Is that a gun? I love guns!"
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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.
"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!*
*hmmm idc*
*hit me, baby, one more time!*
Masha, Goddess of Chaos, is sitting in the dirt, one hand cloaked in a strange jittering purple substance. She is scooping up handfuls of dirt, watching as the material is disintegrated by the substance, and then creates a small pebble, stacking it on top of other rocks.
the stack of pebbles is blown asunder by the blast from a shotgun
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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
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.”
"They will exist. One day."
"Yeah... They will."
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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.
"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.*
*idc. hit me*
The Early Reaper stands under a rock, staring up at the sky.
Footsteps approach them from behind, accompanied by a heavy chuckle
"Why hello there." It says, sighing and turning around, its skeletal body snapping with the movements.
"Hey." The figure puts his shotgun on his shoulder, taking the hood of his leather jacket off. His jacket seems to swirl with red text, moving and glowing
"Well... that's unique. Is that a gun? I love guns!"
"It is indeed a gun. What are you?" The figure is still intelligible, features unrecognizable
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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
"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!*
*hmmm idc*
*hit me, baby, one more time!*
Masha, Goddess of Chaos, is sitting in the dirt, one hand cloaked in a strange jittering purple substance. She is scooping up handfuls of dirt, watching as the material is disintegrated by the substance, and then creates a small pebble, stacking it on top of other rocks.
the stack of pebbles is blown asunder by the blast from a shotgun
"HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"
Masha whirls around, both hands cloaked in the jittering purple substance.
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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 they shall! Rats... ingenious little critters... I gift them the ability to replicate and swarm like a plague!"
"I gift them the ability to kill and be killed!"
Dialecus sighs. "I give them the ability to breathe and make noise..."
As the final word is uttered, a small rat burrows it's way upwards from the earth, skittering around.
Atrophos coos, and picks up the critter.
"Awww... rats are adorable..."
Dialecus stares at it.
"I have never gotten the appeal of cuteness." The Early Reaper says.
"What's wrong, wind creature?"
"I... I'm glad something is finally alive." Dialecus says. "It's been boring..."
"That it has!"
"I wonder what they will become..."
"They will become something great. Of that, I am sure."
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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.
"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.*
*idc. hit me*
The Early Reaper stands under a rock, staring up at the sky.
Footsteps approach them from behind, accompanied by a heavy chuckle
"Why hello there." It says, sighing and turning around, its skeletal body snapping with the movements.
"Hey." The figure puts his shotgun on his shoulder, taking the hood of his leather jacket off. His jacket seems to swirl with red text, moving and glowing
"Well... that's unique. Is that a gun? I love guns!"
"It is indeed a gun. What are you?" The figure is still intelligible, features unrecognizable
"I'm a skeleton! What are you?"
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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.
"Hey." The figure puts his shotgun on his shoulder, taking the hood of his leather jacket off. His jacket seems to swirl with red text, moving and glowing
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
*DEITY needs to get in on this creating. there's nothing to inspire to invent technology*
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
*Although the only living things rn is a bacteria, a plant, and some rats... magic rats...*
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!
"They will exist. One day."
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.
*MAGIC RATS!!!*
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.
"Well... that's unique. Is that a gun? I love guns!"
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 stack of pebbles is blown asunder by the blast from a shotgun
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
"Yeah... They will."
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.
*request to be a magic rat?*
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.
"I wonder what they will become..."
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... maybe it could make beings of pure magic... like mephits or something*
*but like I need to think of a name and appearance and stuff*
Praise Jeff!!!!!
Ni!
Creator of the Realm of Dragons Tavern
My Extended Sig
"Sure. It could be plants, animals, or something abstract. Or maybe something else..."
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.
*I hereby grant you the power to be a magic rat.*
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 is indeed a gun. What are you?" The figure is still intelligible, features unrecognizable
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
"HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"
Masha whirls around, both hands cloaked in the jittering purple substance.
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.
*:D lol*
Praise Jeff!!!!!
Ni!
Creator of the Realm of Dragons Tavern
My Extended Sig
"They will become something great. Of that, I am sure."
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.
"Something else..."
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!
*YEAAAAAAA i'm fine with dyin and calling him shroedinger's rat cuz yea*
Shroedinger's Rat goes crazy and rats out everywhere.
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.
"I'm a skeleton! What are 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!