on deity's island, the megalithic automoton has observed, and thought for a long while.
writing a large, complex glowing equation in the air, small plants begin to sprout from the blasted rock around the temple. eventually, a perfect square around the island has been covered with small green plants. with another equation, larger plants begin growing, tall trees with large-fanlike leaves. all the plants grow in strictly ordered rows and plots, with a quota of plants per square foot
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...!
"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?"
"I know not why. I know of them and here?"
"Ah. Alright."
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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!"
"It is indeed a gun. What are you?" The figure is still intelligible, features unrecognizable
"I'm a skeleton! What are you?"
"I'm a fox." He comes out of the darkness, an anthro man. He has fox like features, but the fur markings of a hyena.
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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.
"Got bored."
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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.*
*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?"
"I'm a fox." He comes out of the darkness, an anthro man. He has fox like features, but the fur markings of a hyena.
"Well, that is quite interesting. I have met many interesting folk here."
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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.*
*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?"
"I'm a fox." He comes out of the darkness, an anthro man. He has fox like features, but the fur markings of a hyena.
"Well, that is quite interesting. I have met many interesting folk here."
"You got a name?" He cracks his neck. His jacket, upon closer inspection, has a list of the man's sins, scrolling endlessly
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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.
"Got bored."
"That is no excuse to destroy one's work! Give me one good reason why I shouldn't randomize the placement of your atoms because of this!"
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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!"
"It is indeed a gun. What are you?" The figure is still intelligible, features unrecognizable
"I'm a skeleton! What are you?"
"I'm a fox." He comes out of the darkness, an anthro man. He has fox like features, but the fur markings of a hyena.
"Well, that is quite interesting. I have met many interesting folk here."
"You got a name?" He cracks his neck. His jacket, upon closer inspection, has a list of the man's sins, scrolling endlessly
"No." It says. "I go by the title of the Early Reaper. And 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.
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.*
*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.
"Got bored."
"That is no excuse to destroy one's work! Give me one good reason why I shouldn't randomize the placement of your atoms because of this!"
"Because you'll have an entire pantheon of gods on top of you. And because Ol' Red here might be able to randomize your atomic placement quicker than you mine."
The figure steps out of the shadows, his leather jacket bearing his sins in neon, spectral light, scrolling endlessly. The man himself is anthro, fox-like with hyena markings
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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
on deity's island, the megalithic automoton has observed, and thought for a long while.
writing a large, complex glowing equation in the air, small plants begin to sprout from the blasted rock around the temple. eventually, a perfect square around the island has been covered with small green plants. with another equation, larger plants begin growing, tall trees with large-fanlike leaves. all the plants grow in strictly ordered rows and plots, with a quota of plants per square foot
DEITY has begun creating
DEITY hears the sound of wings flapping, and sees a figure in the distance, flying through the sky.
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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.
Lempdinger, God of humor, is a little rat that speaks in riddles and dad jokes I have just made.
A man wearing full plate armor appears and says, "You look wise."
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Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish) In this place where you're not here, in this place where I was with you Your eyes are too kind, and I'm covered in wounds. Don't let me love you. They say people are born different. We brainwashed in the same system. They expect perfection. So how can we be different? NOW, ALL HAIL MERLIN, AND THE GREAT MERLIN ARMY. GIVE ME A 4D8 ATTEMPT: [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll]=[roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
"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.
"Got bored."
"That is no excuse to destroy one's work! Give me one good reason why I shouldn't randomize the placement of your atoms because of this!"
"Because you'll have an entire pantheon of gods on top of you. And because Ol' Red here might be able to randomize your atomic placement quicker than you mine."
The figure steps out of the shadows, his leather jacket bearing his sins in neon, spectral light, scrolling endlessly. The man himself is anthro, fox-like with hyena markings
"Eh. I already have a whole pantheon mad at me. What's another more? And so why don't I just do the same to both of you? Really, you should probably think of these things before you just make threats like that."
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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.
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*I dunnnno vibes are hard to explainnnnnn.
What color? Color often helps me figure out name.*
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!
*ok
maybe kind of like red and light blue or shifting between them or like shifting between colors*
Praise Jeff!!!!!
Ni!
Creator of the Realm of Dragons Tavern
My Extended Sig
*Chroma could be a cool name.*
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!
on deity's island, the megalithic automoton has observed, and thought for a long while.
writing a large, complex glowing equation in the air, small plants begin to sprout from the blasted rock around the temple. eventually, a perfect square around the island has been covered with small green plants. with another equation, larger plants begin growing, tall trees with large-fanlike leaves. all the plants grow in strictly ordered rows and plots, with a quota of plants per square foot
DEITY has begun creating
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
*good idea thank u*
Praise Jeff!!!!!
Ni!
Creator of the Realm of Dragons Tavern
My Extended Sig
"I know not why. I know of them and here?"
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.
"Ah. Alright."
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'm a fox." He comes out of the darkness, an anthro man. He has fox like features, but the fur markings of a hyena.
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
"Got bored."
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
"Well, that is quite interesting. I have met many interesting folk here."
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!
*BRB*
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 got a name?" He cracks his neck. His jacket, upon closer inspection, has a list of the man's sins, scrolling endlessly
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 no excuse to destroy one's work! Give me one good reason why I shouldn't randomize the placement of your atoms because of this!"
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." It says. "I go by the title of the Early Reaper. And 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!
Lempdinger, God of humor, is a little rat that speaks in riddles and dad jokes I have just made.
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.
"Because you'll have an entire pantheon of gods on top of you. And because Ol' Red here might be able to randomize your atomic placement quicker than you mine."
The figure steps out of the shadows, his leather jacket bearing his sins in neon, spectral light, scrolling endlessly. The man himself is anthro, fox-like with hyena markings
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 hears the sound of wings flapping, and sees a figure in the distance, flying through 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!
"AJ. AJ Laex. Pronounced Lakes."
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 man wearing full plate armor appears and says, "You look wise."
Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish)
In this place where you're not here, in this place where I was with you
Your eyes are too kind, and I'm covered in wounds. Don't let me love you.
They say people are born different. We brainwashed in the same system. They expect perfection. So how can we be different?
NOW, ALL HAIL MERLIN, AND THE GREAT MERLIN ARMY. GIVE ME A 4D8 ATTEMPT: [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll]=[roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
"Eh. I already have a whole pantheon mad at me. What's another more? And so why don't I just do the same to both of you? Really, you should probably think of these things before you just make threats like that."
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.