*In the meanwhile, Ekirezo awaits some souls to punish and Ebimera concocts the first plants. She just needs the right conditions, which means Ahaiguru has to be awake, so no plants until that happens. Other life is possible though.*
*Is that too much? I have like 7 gods in the basket of creation at the moment*
Death… death is eternal… death is alone. Death is the only thing that will never die. The skeleton sits on a rock in the middle of the sea, chopping away at a piece of stone with a wickedly sharp knife, making the shape of a… creature. It searches the horizon. “Two. To create my minions, I need two.”
A breeze flows towards the rock, carrying the stench of decay... a tall and thin figure dressed in a red cloak, with a bleeding deer skull upon their head emerges from the rock. Atrophos, the Plague Bearer. Atrophos looks down at the skeleton.
"Two, you say? Ah... I might be able to help with that..."
The skeleton stares at Atrophos, the holes where its eyes should be empty, soulless. “Perhaps… perhaps we can make an alliance. Perhaps once the first life is created… we can make the first death. Who would you be?”
"Oh... you poor fool... Existence is much more than simply 'life' and 'death'... I am Atrophos, the Plague Bearer. I create death through life! How wonderful is that! Ah, some say that a few of my creations are not necessarily alive, but don't listen to them. They are idiots. I create diseases, virii, bacteria, plagues, cancer... All that causes despair to life! After all, in my world, it was I who indeed created the first life, only to be 'tamed' by later beings... But, now, in this world, I can start again! Who might you be?"
"I am the new death." It says simply. "What is in the middle does not matter, only the end and the beginning."
"Ah. Well. I might have to... expand your horizons, but you do seem like you might be a good partner for now..."
"As do you."
"Well! What are you working on, my new compatriot?"
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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.
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]
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 have the War god, so I think you'll have to be a bit more specific than just 'Fighting'.*
*God of battle?*
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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]
Death… death is eternal… death is alone. Death is the only thing that will never die. The skeleton sits on a rock in the middle of the sea, chopping away at a piece of stone with a wickedly sharp knife, making the shape of a… creature. It searches the horizon. “Two. To create my minions, I need two.”
A breeze flows towards the rock, carrying the stench of decay... a tall and thin figure dressed in a red cloak, with a bleeding deer skull upon their head emerges from the rock. Atrophos, the Plague Bearer. Atrophos looks down at the skeleton.
"Two, you say? Ah... I might be able to help with that..."
The skeleton stares at Atrophos, the holes where its eyes should be empty, soulless. “Perhaps… perhaps we can make an alliance. Perhaps once the first life is created… we can make the first death. Who would you be?”
"Oh... you poor fool... Existence is much more than simply 'life' and 'death'... I am Atrophos, the Plague Bearer. I create death through life! How wonderful is that! Ah, some say that a few of my creations are not necessarily alive, but don't listen to them. They are idiots. I create diseases, virii, bacteria, plagues, cancer... All that causes despair to life! After all, in my world, it was I who indeed created the first life, only to be 'tamed' by later beings... But, now, in this world, I can start again! Who might you be?"
"I am the new death." It says simply. "What is in the middle does not matter, only the end and the beginning."
"Ah. Well. I might have to... expand your horizons, but you do seem like you might be a good partner for now..."
"As do you."
"Well! What are you working on, my new compatriot?"
"The reapers, my first minions."
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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.
Death… death is eternal… death is alone. Death is the only thing that will never die. The skeleton sits on a rock in the middle of the sea, chopping away at a piece of stone with a wickedly sharp knife, making the shape of a… creature. It searches the horizon. “Two. To create my minions, I need two.”
A breeze flows towards the rock, carrying the stench of decay... a tall and thin figure dressed in a red cloak, with a bleeding deer skull upon their head emerges from the rock. Atrophos, the Plague Bearer. Atrophos looks down at the skeleton.
"Two, you say? Ah... I might be able to help with that..."
The skeleton stares at Atrophos, the holes where its eyes should be empty, soulless. “Perhaps… perhaps we can make an alliance. Perhaps once the first life is created… we can make the first death. Who would you be?”
"Oh... you poor fool... Existence is much more than simply 'life' and 'death'... I am Atrophos, the Plague Bearer. I create death through life! How wonderful is that! Ah, some say that a few of my creations are not necessarily alive, but don't listen to them. They are idiots. I create diseases, virii, bacteria, plagues, cancer... All that causes despair to life! After all, in my world, it was I who indeed created the first life, only to be 'tamed' by later beings... But, now, in this world, I can start again! Who might you be?"
"I am the new death." It says simply. "What is in the middle does not matter, only the end and the beginning."
"Ah. Well. I might have to... expand your horizons, but you do seem like you might be a good partner for now..."
"As do you."
"Well! What are you working on, my new compatriot?"
"The reapers, my first minions."
"Reapers...? Interesting..."
Atrophos looks at the unfinished stone carving.
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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.
Death… death is eternal… death is alone. Death is the only thing that will never die. The skeleton sits on a rock in the middle of the sea, chopping away at a piece of stone with a wickedly sharp knife, making the shape of a… creature. It searches the horizon. “Two. To create my minions, I need two.”
A breeze flows towards the rock, carrying the stench of decay... a tall and thin figure dressed in a red cloak, with a bleeding deer skull upon their head emerges from the rock. Atrophos, the Plague Bearer. Atrophos looks down at the skeleton.
"Two, you say? Ah... I might be able to help with that..."
The skeleton stares at Atrophos, the holes where its eyes should be empty, soulless. “Perhaps… perhaps we can make an alliance. Perhaps once the first life is created… we can make the first death. Who would you be?”
"Oh... you poor fool... Existence is much more than simply 'life' and 'death'... I am Atrophos, the Plague Bearer. I create death through life! How wonderful is that! Ah, some say that a few of my creations are not necessarily alive, but don't listen to them. They are idiots. I create diseases, virii, bacteria, plagues, cancer... All that causes despair to life! After all, in my world, it was I who indeed created the first life, only to be 'tamed' by later beings... But, now, in this world, I can start again! Who might you be?"
"I am the new death." It says simply. "What is in the middle does not matter, only the end and the beginning."
"Ah. Well. I might have to... expand your horizons, but you do seem like you might be a good partner for now..."
"As do you."
"Well! What are you working on, my new compatriot?"
"The reapers, my first minions."
"Reapers...? Interesting..."
Atrophos looks at the unfinished stone carving.
"They shall bring me... what I am owed."
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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.
*I have the War god, so I think you'll have to be a bit more specific than just 'Fighting'.*
*God of battle?*
*Too similar, sorry.*
*Anything else that i could be for a fighter?*
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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]
*I have the War god, so I think you'll have to be a bit more specific than just 'Fighting'.*
*God of battle?*
*Too similar, sorry.*
*Anything else that i could be for a fighter?*
*Hmmmmm... God of blood, weapons, murder...*
*Murder it is!*
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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]
*In the meanwhile, Ekirezo awaits some souls to punish and Ebimera concocts the first plants. She just needs the right conditions, which means Ahaiguru has to be awake, so no plants until that happens. Other life is possible though.*
*Is that too much? I have like 7 gods in the basket of creation at the moment*
*That's okay! I believe Arch may have taken life though.*
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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.
*I have the War god, so I think you'll have to be a bit more specific than just 'Fighting'.*
*God of battle?*
*Too similar, sorry.*
*Anything else that i could be for a fighter?*
*Hmmmmm... God of blood, weapons, murder...*
*Murder it is!*
*Murder :3*
*yep, and violent*
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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]
Death… death is eternal… death is alone. Death is the only thing that will never die. The skeleton sits on a rock in the middle of the sea, chopping away at a piece of stone with a wickedly sharp knife, making the shape of a… creature. It searches the horizon. “Two. To create my minions, I need two.”
A breeze flows towards the rock, carrying the stench of decay... a tall and thin figure dressed in a red cloak, with a bleeding deer skull upon their head emerges from the rock. Atrophos, the Plague Bearer. Atrophos looks down at the skeleton.
"Two, you say? Ah... I might be able to help with that..."
The skeleton stares at Atrophos, the holes where its eyes should be empty, soulless. “Perhaps… perhaps we can make an alliance. Perhaps once the first life is created… we can make the first death. Who would you be?”
"Oh... you poor fool... Existence is much more than simply 'life' and 'death'... I am Atrophos, the Plague Bearer. I create death through life! How wonderful is that! Ah, some say that a few of my creations are not necessarily alive, but don't listen to them. They are idiots. I create diseases, virii, bacteria, plagues, cancer... All that causes despair to life! After all, in my world, it was I who indeed created the first life, only to be 'tamed' by later beings... But, now, in this world, I can start again! Who might you be?"
"I am the new death." It says simply. "What is in the middle does not matter, only the end and the beginning."
"Ah. Well. I might have to... expand your horizons, but you do seem like you might be a good partner for now..."
"As do you."
"Well! What are you working on, my new compatriot?"
"The reapers, my first minions."
"Reapers...? Interesting..."
Atrophos looks at the unfinished stone carving.
"They shall bring me... what I am owed."
"And, what is it that you are owed...?"
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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.
Death… death is eternal… death is alone. Death is the only thing that will never die. The skeleton sits on a rock in the middle of the sea, chopping away at a piece of stone with a wickedly sharp knife, making the shape of a… creature. It searches the horizon. “Two. To create my minions, I need two.”
A breeze flows towards the rock, carrying the stench of decay... a tall and thin figure dressed in a red cloak, with a bleeding deer skull upon their head emerges from the rock. Atrophos, the Plague Bearer. Atrophos looks down at the skeleton.
"Two, you say? Ah... I might be able to help with that..."
The skeleton stares at Atrophos, the holes where its eyes should be empty, soulless. “Perhaps… perhaps we can make an alliance. Perhaps once the first life is created… we can make the first death. Who would you be?”
"Oh... you poor fool... Existence is much more than simply 'life' and 'death'... I am Atrophos, the Plague Bearer. I create death through life! How wonderful is that! Ah, some say that a few of my creations are not necessarily alive, but don't listen to them. They are idiots. I create diseases, virii, bacteria, plagues, cancer... All that causes despair to life! After all, in my world, it was I who indeed created the first life, only to be 'tamed' by later beings... But, now, in this world, I can start again! Who might you be?"
"I am the new death." It says simply. "What is in the middle does not matter, only the end and the beginning."
"Ah. Well. I might have to... expand your horizons, but you do seem like you might be a good partner for now..."
"As do you."
"Well! What are you working on, my new compatriot?"
"The reapers, my first minions."
"Reapers...? Interesting..."
Atrophos looks at the unfinished stone carving.
"They shall bring me... what I am owed."
"And, what is it that you are owed...?"
"Souls. The souls of the dead."
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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.
Death… death is eternal… death is alone. Death is the only thing that will never die. The skeleton sits on a rock in the middle of the sea, chopping away at a piece of stone with a wickedly sharp knife, making the shape of a… creature. It searches the horizon. “Two. To create my minions, I need two.”
A breeze flows towards the rock, carrying the stench of decay... a tall and thin figure dressed in a red cloak, with a bleeding deer skull upon their head emerges from the rock. Atrophos, the Plague Bearer. Atrophos looks down at the skeleton.
"Two, you say? Ah... I might be able to help with that..."
The skeleton stares at Atrophos, the holes where its eyes should be empty, soulless. “Perhaps… perhaps we can make an alliance. Perhaps once the first life is created… we can make the first death. Who would you be?”
"Oh... you poor fool... Existence is much more than simply 'life' and 'death'... I am Atrophos, the Plague Bearer. I create death through life! How wonderful is that! Ah, some say that a few of my creations are not necessarily alive, but don't listen to them. They are idiots. I create diseases, virii, bacteria, plagues, cancer... All that causes despair to life! After all, in my world, it was I who indeed created the first life, only to be 'tamed' by later beings... But, now, in this world, I can start again! Who might you be?"
"I am the new death." It says simply. "What is in the middle does not matter, only the end and the beginning."
"Ah. Well. I might have to... expand your horizons, but you do seem like you might be a good partner for now..."
"As do you."
"Well! What are you working on, my new compatriot?"
"The reapers, my first minions."
"Reapers...? Interesting..."
Atrophos looks at the unfinished stone carving.
"They shall bring me... what I am owed."
"And, what is it that you are owed...?"
"Souls. The souls of the dead."
"Ah. I see. But without anything alive, there can be no souls of dead to retrieve."
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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.
*In the meanwhile, Ekirezo awaits some souls to punish and Ebimera concocts the first plants. She just needs the right conditions, which means Ahaiguru has to be awake, so no plants until that happens. Other life is possible though.*
*Is that too much? I have like 7 gods in the basket of creation at the moment*
Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My other account is EJODM29715.
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.
*Im a bad child!*
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]
*Can my character be the god of fighting?*
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 have the War god, so I think you'll have to be a bit more specific than just 'Fighting'.*
Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My other account is EJODM29715.
*God of battle?*
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]
"The reapers, my first minions."
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!
"Reapers...? Interesting..."
Atrophos looks at the unfinished stone carving.
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.
*Too similar, sorry.*
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!
"They shall bring me... what I am owed."
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!
*Anything else that i could be for a fighter?*
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]
*Hmmmmm... God of blood, weapons, murder...*
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!
*Murder it is!*
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]
*That's okay! I believe Arch may have taken life though.*
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!
*Murder :3*
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!
*yep, and violent*
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, what is it that you are owed...?"
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.
"Souls. The souls of the dead."
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!
"Ah. I see. But without anything alive, there can be no souls of dead to retrieve."
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.
Several feet in the sky, there's a planet with snow
*Yo Nana man this be Serial Designation D's domain*
Artise
Totally not part Asian
Has cars (cats)