"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."
"Maybe." Dialecus says simply."
"Oh, don't be so grumpy, wind creature!"
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"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."
"Maybe." Dialecus says simply."
"Oh, don't be so grumpy, wind creature!"
"My name is Dialecus..."
"That doesn't have as good of a ring to it as wind creature."
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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.
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."
"If you so ask, I might help with such an endeavor. I shall let them adapt."
*so, could you create life in a godly home without anyone's help?"
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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.”
"They will exist. One day.""
"Yeah... They will."
"If you so ask, I might help with such an endeavor. I shall let them adapt."
"Why thank you! I think it would be interesting if I helped to make hell more livible! There doesn't seem to be much else to do in this one."
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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.
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.”
"They will exist. One day.""
"Yeah... They will."
"If you so ask, I might help with such an endeavor. I shall let them adapt."
"Why thank you! I think it would be interesting if I helped to make hell more livible! There doesn't seem to be much else to do in this one."
"That is true..." The air gets colder "However plants may not survive for right now. Unless you make sure that they survive in winter."
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."
"If you so ask, I might help with such an endeavor. I shall let them adapt."
"Why thank you! I think it would be interesting if I helped to make hell more livible! There doesn't seem to be much else to do in this one."
"That is true..." The air gets colder "However plants may not survive for right now. Unless you make sure that they survive in winter."
"That is true... I do miss winter... It's been a while since I've felt it... Must've been... Four iterations? Hm. Anyways! Why are you here?"
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"Maybe." Dialecus says simply."
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!
"And that is?"
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, don't be so grumpy, wind creature!"
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.
"My name is Dialecus..."
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 hoping you would know. Perhaps an elemental?"
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 doesn't have as good of a ring to it as wind creature."
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.
"If you so ask, I might help with such an endeavor. I shall let them adapt."
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.
"You do love nicknames, don't you?" The Early Reaper asks.
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!
*gah I have an idea but no name >:|*
Praise Jeff!!!!!
Ni!
Creator of the Realm of Dragons Tavern
My Extended Sig
*so, could you create life in a godly home without anyone's help?"
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
*yep. I will make some limits for this life though.*
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!
"Why thank you! I think it would be interesting if I helped to make hell more livible! There doesn't seem to be much else to do in this one."
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.
*Idea is?*
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!
*get ready for DEITY singlehandedly populating their island*
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
*basically either a vaguely-humanoid crystal that is sentient or a sentient crystal that floats using magic*
Praise Jeff!!!!!
Ni!
Creator of the Realm of Dragons Tavern
My Extended Sig
"That is true..." The air gets colder "However plants may not survive for right now. Unless you make sure that they survive in winter."
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.
*Waughhhhhhhh... Sounds cool!*
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, magic god? What vibe are you trying to go for?*
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... I do miss winter... It's been a while since I've felt it... Must've been... Four iterations? Hm. Anyways! Why are you 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.
*idk
what do you mean vibe*
Praise Jeff!!!!!
Ni!
Creator of the Realm of Dragons Tavern
My Extended Sig