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.
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.
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Goobertio the Endurant, dark lord of dad jokes, wielder of a thousand alts, creator of ASCII art, champion cheese devourer.
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.
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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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."
"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 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]
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 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*
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Goobertio the Endurant, dark lord of dad jokes, wielder of a thousand alts, creator of ASCII art, champion cheese devourer.
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.
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 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]
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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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."
"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*
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Goobertio the Endurant, dark lord of dad jokes, wielder of a thousand alts, creator of ASCII art, champion cheese devourer.
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.
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.
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 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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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."
"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 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]
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.
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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.
"I like when anything but my brothers suffer. it's delicious."
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
"Who are your brothers?"
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 rat horde comes out. You die again, just as painful as before. wHaT. The cycle resets.
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.
*yep... combat system needed.*
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!
very true
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]
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 Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Currently rampaging through life
*it's my little slay the princess scenario, chill*
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.
"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."
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
"Did your parents... uh... never mind. That's fun."
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!
*Yeah, sure, but your killing me over and over*
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]
It's Dialecus, viewing the plants with a smile on his face.
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!
*then don't mess with the clearly powerful wise 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.
"Did they what?" he tilts his head, ears flickering
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
*sorry, I can stop*
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.
"Nope."
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!
"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 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.*
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!
*my character is a god! you cant even kill them, you need to ask, before you kill me*
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]
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.