An earthquake shakes the world, seemingly about to split the ground - until it does. One of the tallest hills splits open, revealing a huge, humanoid, crystalline figure, constantly changing colors, never settling on one.
Chroma has arrived.
Nearby is a little mouse sitting on a pile of gold.
Chroma turns what could pass for its head toward the mouse, accompanied by the sounds of shattering crystal. Its voice speaks into the mouse's head, gravelly and old.
An earthquake shakes the world, seemingly about to split the ground - until it does. One of the tallest hills splits open, revealing a huge, humanoid, crystalline figure, constantly changing colors, never settling on one.
Chroma has arrived.
“Well hello, I see you share the same colors changing properties as I. What is your name?” An astral being with skin almost like a nebula, constantly shifting, says calmly.
Slowly, almost unnoticeably so, the purple substance creeps up her arms.
"No, seriously. My middle name's like, every single word, ever."
He sits down on a rock, not bothered with fighting
"... That's weird. How do you fit that in the middle name slot on questionnaires?"
"I just leave it blank."
"That's smart."
"You got any siblings?"
"I would... prefer not to talk about 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.
An earthquake shakes the world, seemingly about to split the ground - until it does. One of the tallest hills splits open, revealing a huge, humanoid, crystalline figure, constantly changing colors, never settling on one.
Chroma has arrived.
“Well hello, I see you share the same colors changing properties as I. What is your name?” An astral being with skin almost like a nebula, constantly shifting, says calmly.
Its voice sounds in their head, gravelly and old.
I am Chroma. What are you?
*Random thought, did the spirit of my player come back to possess Isaac?*
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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]
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
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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]
An earthquake shakes the world, seemingly about to split the ground - until it does. One of the tallest hills splits open, revealing a huge, humanoid, crystalline figure, constantly changing colors, never settling on one.
Chroma has arrived.
“Well hello, I see you share the same colors changing properties as I. What is your name?” An astral being with skin almost like a nebula, constantly shifting, says calmly.
Its voice sounds in their head, gravelly and old.
I am Chroma. What are you?
“Ah, you have telepathic communication too. I am Sitara, astral protector of Alina, my planet.”
Their voice in your head sounds smooth, and calming, almost like a lullaby, beckoning you into a trance.
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 and muscular figure is wandering, their head a swirl of colors in the shape of a black hole. They walk with a pride, and others around them feel that pride.
*Now I alone can make seasonal depression... great...*
A tall and muscular figure is wandering, their head a swirl of colors in the shape of a black hole. They walk with a pride, and others around them feel that pride.
*Now I alone can make seasonal depression... great...*
The figure sees a flower on the ground with skull shaped markings, and a small rat nibbling on the flower.
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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.
An earthquake shakes the world, seemingly about to split the ground - until it does. One of the tallest hills splits open, revealing a huge, humanoid, crystalline figure, constantly changing colors, never settling on one.
Chroma has arrived.
“Well hello, I see you share the same colors changing properties as I. What is your name?” An astral being with skin almost like a nebula, constantly shifting, says calmly.
Its voice sounds in their head, gravelly and old.
I am Chroma. What are you?
*Random thought, did the spirit of my player come back to possess Isaac?*
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."
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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.
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Chroma turns what could pass for its head toward the mouse, accompanied by the sounds of shattering crystal. Its voice speaks into the mouse's head, gravelly and old.
What... are you? Where am I?
Praise Jeff!!!!!
Ni!
Creator of the Realm of Dragons Tavern
My Extended Sig
"You got any siblings?"
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
Its voice sounds in their head, gravelly and old.
I am Chroma. What are you?
Praise Jeff!!!!!
Ni!
Creator of the Realm of Dragons Tavern
My Extended Sig
"I would... prefer not to talk about 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.
*Random thought, did the spirit of my player come back to possess Isaac?*
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]
*Guys; can we make emotions now?*
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.
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.
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.
They will swing their sword and stab as many as possible
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]
*I meannnnnn rats have emotions so prolly yes!*
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!
"Okay. I have two"
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
“Ah, you have telepathic communication too. I am Sitara, astral protector of Alina, my planet.”
Their voice in your head sounds smooth, and calming, almost like a lullaby, beckoning you into a trance.
Sorlock fanatic (I’m not a minmaxer I swear)
"Good. Death should not be very irritating."
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!
*YAY*
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.
"I suppose not. Got any siblings?"
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. Why do you ask?"
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!
"Good for you."
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 and muscular figure is wandering, their head a swirl of colors in the shape of a black hole. They walk with a pride, and others around them feel that pride.
*Now I alone can make seasonal depression... great...*
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.
The figure sees a flower on the ground with skull shaped markings, and a small rat nibbling on the flower.
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!
*what?*
Praise Jeff!!!!!
Ni!
Creator of the Realm of Dragons Tavern
My Extended Sig
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."
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.