"That's- ... That's a good point. I- I should leave. Yeah. Leaving would be good. I... I'll leave."
"You don't have to leave. We can change the subject, if you'd like. But, if not, I'll leave. I imposed."
"No, that's... It's been a while since I've talked to people... I'm sorry. Yeah. Could we change the conversation...?"
"Alright. You like guns?"
"... Not really? No?"
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"That's- ... That's a good point. I- I should leave. Yeah. Leaving would be good. I... I'll leave."
"You don't have to leave. We can change the subject, if you'd like. But, if not, I'll leave. I imposed."
"No, that's... It's been a while since I've talked to people... I'm sorry. Yeah. Could we change the conversation...?"
"Alright. You like guns?"
"... Not really? No?"
"That's a shame. You like sins?"
"Yeah. I do."
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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?"
"It's wonderful. Truly."
"What Is Your Designation?"
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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...!
"That's- ... That's a good point. I- I should leave. Yeah. Leaving would be good. I... I'll leave."
"You don't have to leave. We can change the subject, if you'd like. But, if not, I'll leave. I imposed."
"No, that's... It's been a while since I've talked to people... I'm sorry. Yeah. Could we change the conversation...?"
"Alright. You like guns?"
"... Not really? No?"
"That's a shame. You like sins?"
"Yeah. I do."
He takes off his jacket, which promptly stops glowing, before handing it to her. "Try it on. It's pretty cool"
*Brb*
"... Alright...?"
She carefully puts on the jacket.
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As soon as she sees the words, a purple substance covers her, disintegrating it.
"NO! ... Whoops... uh... Sorry about your jacket... heh..."
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Lempdinger, God of humor, is a little rat that speaks in riddles and dad jokes I have made. One of his eyes is gone after being shivved by some peasants.
A rat, simply, is sitting on a pile of gold in a cave. He can be heard occasional muttering the English language.
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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.
The weather is colder. Ice crystals falling everywhere. Snow in this hellscape almost everywhere. Really, just cold, everywhere. The coldest part of winter is near.
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.
As soon as she sees the words, a purple substance covers her, disintegrating it.
"NO! ... Whoops... uh... Sorry about your jacket... heh..."
"All good."
It remateralizes onto his body, and he chuckles, thinking about what he read.
"Just... Ignore that. That didn't happen, right?"
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Now that that's out of the way, I'm a sensitive short foodie that loves Fallout, the Dover Demon, cryptids in general, propaganda posters, and you. For more my extended sig, go here.
"I will. Just, one thing. My siblings mean a lot to me, so just... stay away from mine if you've gotta kill something. Kay? Now.... you like... cookies?"
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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
Now that that's out of the way, I'm a sensitive short foodie that loves Fallout, the Dover Demon, cryptids in general, propaganda posters, and you. For more my extended sig, go here.
"I will. Just, one thing. My siblings mean a lot to me, so just... stay away from mine if you've gotta kill something. Kay? Now.... you like... cookies?"
"Please... Don't... I don't want to think about what happened... Cookies? Yeah... I like cookies. Don't get much of them."
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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.
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"... Not really? No?"
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
"That's a shame. You like sins?"
Indubitably the real account of the Salem you're thinking of, Mx. Mason Spark, the Prodigal Fox
Still a furry, still a weirdo. Love y'all
Oh, I'm they/them now.
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
Would you please forgive me? While I cannot love myself, I'll choose someone else. - BNL Cult of the Fox
"Yeah. I do."
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.
He takes off his jacket, which promptly stops glowing, before handing it to her. "Try it on. It's pretty cool"
*Brb*
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
"What Is Your Designation?"
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
"... Alright...?"
She carefully puts on the jacket.
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.
As she puts it on, she can see her sins listed on the jacket
*gimme like 30 min*
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
Words are scrawled onto the fabric...
Fratricide, Patricide, Matricide, Infanticide, Murder, Genocide, Omnicide, Arson...
And so the words continue...
As soon as she sees the words, a purple substance covers her, disintegrating it.
"NO! ... Whoops... uh... Sorry about your jacket... heh..."
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 made. One of his eyes is gone after being shivved by some peasants.
A rat, simply, is sitting on a pile of gold in a cave. He can be heard occasional muttering the English language.
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.
The weather is colder. Ice crystals falling everywhere. Snow in this hellscape almost everywhere. Really, just cold, everywhere. The coldest part of winter is near.
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.
"All good."
It remateralizes onto his body, and he chuckles, thinking about what he read.
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
Simply, a little orange cat. A goofy little cat. He eternally dying and living. So it goes. I will now call him Dinger.
Dingy here is sunbathing on a rock in a windy field. Nothing more, nothing less. A bird nearby goes "poo tee weet."
WARNING: TERRIFYING IMAGE
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.
"Just... Ignore that. That didn't happen, right?"
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.
"Oh no, it did. Fratricide checks out now."
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
"No- no shut- 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.
*oooo someone's embarrassed about murdering his siblings*
Goobertio the Endurant, dark lord of dad jokes, wielder of a thousand alts, creator of ASCII art, champion cheese devourer.
here's my guess who thread: https://www.dndbeyond.com/forums/off-topic/forum-games/231168-hysterical-chagrin-or-kinda-guess-who
Now that that's out of the way, I'm a sensitive short foodie that loves Fallout, the Dover Demon, cryptids in general, propaganda posters, and you. For more my extended sig, go here.
"I will. Just, one thing. My siblings mean a lot to me, so just... stay away from mine if you've gotta kill something. Kay? Now.... you like... cookies?"
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
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.
"Please... Don't... I don't want to think about what happened... Cookies? Yeah... I like cookies. Don't get much of them."
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.
*guys my ring is going crazy, here's the pic...*
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.