She grips her halo tighter, the purple reaching her shoulders.
"You know, it's yourself making you feel these emotions. You could just dull them out."
"... Just shut up."
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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.
"I have some. I love them with everything. They're why I go on. They're not here yet."
"What reason is there not to go on?"
"I'm kinda bored, honestly."
"As am I... but life is coming..."
"I know. Felt it in my bones for a few years."
"You've been here a few years?"
"No. Just got here."
"Ah... Would've been nice to meet someone living in boredom for a long time... I don't know why, but suffering makes me so happy..."
"I like when anything but my brothers suffer. it's delicious."
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Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on? Discord: _salems_lot_ "Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
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."
"yes, turd burglar of the armor."
"Turd?? TURD?????"
"Thou art a man who leaveth turds, but most sayeth that thine take poops, which I think is gross. Why wouldst thou take a dookie?"
"are you trying to insult me?"
"DOST THOU TAKETH TURDS OR ABANDON THiINE DEFECATION?"
"WHAT?"
"THOU MOTHER IS A HAMSTER, THINE FATHER SMELLS OF ELDERBERRIES, AND THY PARENTS ARE RELATED!"
"I WILL RIP OUT YOUR GUTS, SLOWLY"
Lempdinger does a backflip, snaps his neck, and dies.
"What?WHAT?"
Suddenly, a horde of rats pop up from a nearby cave, and one starts speaking in a New Jersey accent in a high pitch voice.
"Ay! Get a loada dis slob, fellas! He shivved big dinga, I reckon! les swarm em!"
They then surround the man and forcefully make him backflip.
They will swing their sword and stab as many as possible
stab? not slice? okay...
You only get a few before they snap your neck. Everything is black. You wake up again, infront of... The same little rat that had killed himself? You're alive again, too. It''s like it somehow reset? But... how, you wonder? But before you can do anything you here the words, "Yes, turd burglar of the armor."
I will kill them now
The rat horde comes out. You die again, just as painful as before. wHaT. The cycle resets.
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."
"yes, turd burglar of the armor."
"Turd?? TURD?????"
"Thou art a man who leaveth turds, but most sayeth that thine take poops, which I think is gross. Why wouldst thou take a dookie?"
"are you trying to insult me?"
"DOST THOU TAKETH TURDS OR ABANDON THiINE DEFECATION?"
"WHAT?"
"THOU MOTHER IS A HAMSTER, THINE FATHER SMELLS OF ELDERBERRIES, AND THY PARENTS ARE RELATED!"
"I WILL RIP OUT YOUR GUTS, SLOWLY"
Lempdinger does a backflip, snaps his neck, and dies.
"What?WHAT?"
Suddenly, a horde of rats pop up from a nearby cave, and one starts speaking in a New Jersey accent in a high pitch voice.
"Ay! Get a loada dis slob, fellas! He shivved big dinga, I reckon! les swarm em!"
They then surround the man and forcefully make him backflip.
They will swing their sword and stab as many as possible
stab? not slice? okay...
You only get a few before they snap your neck. Everything is black. You wake up again, infront of... The same little rat that had killed himself? You're alive again, too. It''s like it somehow reset? But... how, you wonder? But before you can do anything you here the words, "Yes, turd burglar of the armor."
I will kill them now
The rat horde comes out. You die again, just as painful as before. wHaT. The cycle resets.
*yep... combat system needed.*
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Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
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."
"yes, turd burglar of the armor."
"Turd?? TURD?????"
"Thou art a man who leaveth turds, but most sayeth that thine take poops, which I think is gross. Why wouldst thou take a dookie?"
"are you trying to insult me?"
"DOST THOU TAKETH TURDS OR ABANDON THiINE DEFECATION?"
"WHAT?"
"THOU MOTHER IS A HAMSTER, THINE FATHER SMELLS OF ELDERBERRIES, AND THY PARENTS ARE RELATED!"
"I WILL RIP OUT YOUR GUTS, SLOWLY"
Lempdinger does a backflip, snaps his neck, and dies.
"What?WHAT?"
Suddenly, a horde of rats pop up from a nearby cave, and one starts speaking in a New Jersey accent in a high pitch voice.
"Ay! Get a loada dis slob, fellas! He shivved big dinga, I reckon! les swarm em!"
They then surround the man and forcefully make him backflip.
They will swing their sword and stab as many as possible
stab? not slice? okay...
You only get a few before they snap your neck. Everything is black. You wake up again, infront of... The same little rat that had killed himself? You're alive again, too. It''s like it somehow reset? But... how, you wonder? But before you can do anything you here the words, "Yes, turd burglar of the armor."
I will kill them now
The rat horde comes out. You die again, just as painful as before. wHaT. The cycle resets.
*yep... combat system needed.*
very true
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Hello! Call meTana. My pronouns are She/Her. I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, Pansexual pancake, and ace I will mother you if you are being stupid. ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
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.
one of DEITY's drones goes to investigate
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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 Tele-Visionary/ The Pawless Wizard/ The Infinite Fractal/ Admin of The Academy/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
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."
"yes, turd burglar of the armor."
"Turd?? TURD?????"
"Thou art a man who leaveth turds, but most sayeth that thine take poops, which I think is gross. Why wouldst thou take a dookie?"
"are you trying to insult me?"
"DOST THOU TAKETH TURDS OR ABANDON THiINE DEFECATION?"
"WHAT?"
"THOU MOTHER IS A HAMSTER, THINE FATHER SMELLS OF ELDERBERRIES, AND THY PARENTS ARE RELATED!"
"I WILL RIP OUT YOUR GUTS, SLOWLY"
Lempdinger does a backflip, snaps his neck, and dies.
"What?WHAT?"
Suddenly, a horde of rats pop up from a nearby cave, and one starts speaking in a New Jersey accent in a high pitch voice.
"Ay! Get a loada dis slob, fellas! He shivved big dinga, I reckon! les swarm em!"
They then surround the man and forcefully make him backflip.
They will swing their sword and stab as many as possible
stab? not slice? okay...
You only get a few before they snap your neck. Everything is black. You wake up again, infront of... The same little rat that had killed himself? You're alive again, too. It''s like it somehow reset? But... how, you wonder? But before you can do anything you here the words, "Yes, turd burglar of the armor."
I will kill them now
The rat horde comes out. You die again, just as painful as before. wHaT. The cycle resets.
*yep... combat system needed.*
*it's my little slay the princess scenario, chill*
"Completely different from me. Foxes, yes. They're the most innocent things on the planet. Well, Trappper is." he chuckles, shaking his head.
"Fink. He's.. neutral."
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Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on? Discord: _salems_lot_ "Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
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."
"yes, turd burglar of the armor."
"Turd?? TURD?????"
"Thou art a man who leaveth turds, but most sayeth that thine take poops, which I think is gross. Why wouldst thou take a dookie?"
"are you trying to insult me?"
"DOST THOU TAKETH TURDS OR ABANDON THiINE DEFECATION?"
"WHAT?"
"THOU MOTHER IS A HAMSTER, THINE FATHER SMELLS OF ELDERBERRIES, AND THY PARENTS ARE RELATED!"
"I WILL RIP OUT YOUR GUTS, SLOWLY"
Lempdinger does a backflip, snaps his neck, and dies.
"What?WHAT?"
Suddenly, a horde of rats pop up from a nearby cave, and one starts speaking in a New Jersey accent in a high pitch voice.
"Ay! Get a loada dis slob, fellas! He shivved big dinga, I reckon! les swarm em!"
They then surround the man and forcefully make him backflip.
They will swing their sword and stab as many as possible
stab? not slice? okay...
You only get a few before they snap your neck. Everything is black. You wake up again, infront of... The same little rat that had killed himself? You're alive again, too. It''s like it somehow reset? But... how, you wonder? But before you can do anything you here the words, "Yes, turd burglar of the armor."
I will kill them now
The rat horde comes out. You die again, just as painful as before. wHaT. The cycle resets.
*yep... combat system needed.*
*it's my little slay the princess scenario, chill*
*Yeah, sure, but your killing me over and over*
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Hello! Call meTana. My pronouns are She/Her. I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, Pansexual pancake, and ace I will mother you if you are being stupid. ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
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.
one of DEITY's drones goes to investigate
It's Dialecus, viewing the plants with a smile on his face.
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Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
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."
"yes, turd burglar of the armor."
"Turd?? TURD?????"
"Thou art a man who leaveth turds, but most sayeth that thine take poops, which I think is gross. Why wouldst thou take a dookie?"
"are you trying to insult me?"
"DOST THOU TAKETH TURDS OR ABANDON THiINE DEFECATION?"
"WHAT?"
"THOU MOTHER IS A HAMSTER, THINE FATHER SMELLS OF ELDERBERRIES, AND THY PARENTS ARE RELATED!"
"I WILL RIP OUT YOUR GUTS, SLOWLY"
Lempdinger does a backflip, snaps his neck, and dies.
"What?WHAT?"
Suddenly, a horde of rats pop up from a nearby cave, and one starts speaking in a New Jersey accent in a high pitch voice.
"Ay! Get a loada dis slob, fellas! He shivved big dinga, I reckon! les swarm em!"
They then surround the man and forcefully make him backflip.
They will swing their sword and stab as many as possible
stab? not slice? okay...
You only get a few before they snap your neck. Everything is black. You wake up again, infront of... The same little rat that had killed himself? You're alive again, too. It''s like it somehow reset? But... how, you wonder? But before you can do anything you here the words, "Yes, turd burglar of the armor."
I will kill them now
The rat horde comes out. You die again, just as painful as before. wHaT. The cycle resets.
*yep... combat system needed.*
*it's my little slay the princess scenario, chill*
*Yeah, sure, but your killing me over and over*
*then don't mess with the clearly powerful wise rat*
"Completely different from me. Foxes, yes. They're the most innocent things on the planet. Well, Trappper is." he chuckles, shaking his head.
"Fink. He's.. neutral."
"Did your parents... uh... never mind. That's fun."
"Did they what?" he tilts his head, ears flickering
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Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on? Discord: _salems_lot_ "Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
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.
one of DEITY's drones goes to investigate
It's Dialecus, viewing the plants with a smile on his face.
"You Enjoy//Appreciate My//Our Work//Project?"
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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 Tele-Visionary/ The Pawless Wizard/ The Infinite Fractal/ Admin of The Academy/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
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."
"yes, turd burglar of the armor."
"Turd?? TURD?????"
"Thou art a man who leaveth turds, but most sayeth that thine take poops, which I think is gross. Why wouldst thou take a dookie?"
"are you trying to insult me?"
"DOST THOU TAKETH TURDS OR ABANDON THiINE DEFECATION?"
"WHAT?"
"THOU MOTHER IS A HAMSTER, THINE FATHER SMELLS OF ELDERBERRIES, AND THY PARENTS ARE RELATED!"
"I WILL RIP OUT YOUR GUTS, SLOWLY"
Lempdinger does a backflip, snaps his neck, and dies.
"What?WHAT?"
Suddenly, a horde of rats pop up from a nearby cave, and one starts speaking in a New Jersey accent in a high pitch voice.
"Ay! Get a loada dis slob, fellas! He shivved big dinga, I reckon! les swarm em!"
They then surround the man and forcefully make him backflip.
They will swing their sword and stab as many as possible
stab? not slice? okay...
You only get a few before they snap your neck. Everything is black. You wake up again, infront of... The same little rat that had killed himself? You're alive again, too. It''s like it somehow reset? But... how, you wonder? But before you can do anything you here the words, "Yes, turd burglar of the armor."
I will kill them now
The rat horde comes out. You die again, just as painful as before. wHaT. The cycle resets.
*yep... combat system needed.*
*it's my little slay the princess scenario, chill*
*Yeah, sure, but your killing me over and over*
*then don't mess with the clearly powerful wise rat*
*Hmmmmm... If you're gonna fight, use the DnD system for now. Any stat block.*
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Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
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."
"yes, turd burglar of the armor."
"Turd?? TURD?????"
"Thou art a man who leaveth turds, but most sayeth that thine take poops, which I think is gross. Why wouldst thou take a dookie?"
"are you trying to insult me?"
"DOST THOU TAKETH TURDS OR ABANDON THiINE DEFECATION?"
"WHAT?"
"THOU MOTHER IS A HAMSTER, THINE FATHER SMELLS OF ELDERBERRIES, AND THY PARENTS ARE RELATED!"
"I WILL RIP OUT YOUR GUTS, SLOWLY"
Lempdinger does a backflip, snaps his neck, and dies.
"What?WHAT?"
Suddenly, a horde of rats pop up from a nearby cave, and one starts speaking in a New Jersey accent in a high pitch voice.
"Ay! Get a loada dis slob, fellas! He shivved big dinga, I reckon! les swarm em!"
They then surround the man and forcefully make him backflip.
They will swing their sword and stab as many as possible
stab? not slice? okay...
You only get a few before they snap your neck. Everything is black. You wake up again, infront of... The same little rat that had killed himself? You're alive again, too. It''s like it somehow reset? But... how, you wonder? But before you can do anything you here the words, "Yes, turd burglar of the armor."
I will kill them now
The rat horde comes out. You die again, just as painful as before. wHaT. The cycle resets.
*yep... combat system needed.*
*it's my little slay the princess scenario, chill*
*Yeah, sure, but your killing me over and over*
*then don't mess with the clearly powerful wise rat*
*my character is a god! you cant even kill them, you need to ask, before you kill me*
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Hello! Call meTana. My pronouns are She/Her. I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, Pansexual pancake, and ace I will mother you if you are being stupid. ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
She grips her halo tighter, the purple reaching her shoulders.
"You know, it's yourself making you feel these emotions. You could just dull them out."
"... Just shut up."
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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.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings
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"... Just shut up."
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 Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings
"I like when anything but my brothers suffer. it's delicious."
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
Discord: _salems_lot_
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
"Who are your brothers?"
Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
The rat horde comes out. You die again, just as painful as before. wHaT. The cycle resets.
No more posting. Sorry!
*yep... combat system needed.*
Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
very true
Hello! Call me Tana.
My pronouns are She/Her.
I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, Pansexual pancake, and ace
I will mother you if you are being stupid.
ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
one of DEITY's drones goes to investigate
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 Tele-Visionary/ The Pawless Wizard/ The Infinite Fractal/ Admin of The Academy/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Currently rampaging through life
*it's my little slay the princess scenario, chill*
No more posting. Sorry!
"Completely different from me. Foxes, yes. They're the most innocent things on the planet. Well, Trappper is." he chuckles, shaking his head.
"Fink. He's.. neutral."
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
Discord: _salems_lot_
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
"Did your parents... uh... never mind. That's fun."
Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
*Yeah, sure, but your killing me over and over*
Hello! Call me Tana.
My pronouns are She/Her.
I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, Pansexual pancake, and ace
I will mother you if you are being stupid.
ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
It's Dialecus, viewing the plants with a smile on his face.
Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
*then don't mess with the clearly powerful wise rat*
No more posting. Sorry!
"Did they what?" he tilts his head, ears flickering
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
Discord: _salems_lot_
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
*sorry, I can stop*
No more posting. Sorry!
"Nope."
Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
"You Enjoy//Appreciate My//Our Work//Project?"
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 Tele-Visionary/ The Pawless Wizard/ The Infinite Fractal/ Admin of The Academy/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Currently rampaging through life
*Hmmmmm... If you're gonna fight, use the DnD system for now. Any stat block.*
Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
*my character is a god! you cant even kill them, you need to ask, before you kill me*
Hello! Call me Tana.
My pronouns are She/Her.
I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, Pansexual pancake, and ace
I will mother you if you are being stupid.
ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
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 Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings