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."
"Yes, yes. That is a problem. But my powers do not allow me to create that."
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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.
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
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."
"Yes, yes. That is a problem. But my powers do not allow me to create that."
"Ah, but mine do, my good... skeleton... thing... whatever you are!"
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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."
"Ah. I see. But without anything alive, there can be no souls of dead to retrieve."
"Yes, yes. That is a problem. But my powers do not allow me to create that."
"Ah, but mine do, my good... skeleton... thing... whatever you are!"
"Death, Reaper, End."
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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.
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
Several feet in the sky, there's a planet with snow
*Yo Nana man this be Serial Designation D's domain*
*Wait, so just like, ten feet up, there's a big ol' planet just hovering there?*
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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.
*If anyone would like to help with combat and domain rules, we can talk.*
*Sherrrrrrr*
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Hello! Call me GAYto or Gato (Cat in Spanish) My pronouns are They/She (Prefers She/her) I am a teenager. I have ADHD, Depression, and anxiety. I'm also Genderfae, Trans, Aromantic, and Asexual but this community means the world to me; you can't change that about me :[roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] = [roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, and Aspen
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."
"Yes, yes. That is a problem. But my powers do not allow me to create that."
"Ah, but mine do, my good... skeleton... thing... whatever you are!"
"Death, Reaper, End."
"... I like skeleton thing. It has a much better ring to it. Anyways, like I was saying, as the god of disease and plague yadda yadda yadda, I can create life! And what you need are souls of the dead, no? So, why not create your little reapers to kill a few of my little creations...? I think that would be neat! What do you say...? ... Do we have a deal...?"
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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.
Several feet in the sky, there's a planet with snow
*Yo Nana man this be Serial Designation D's domain*
*Wait, so just like, ten feet up, there's a big ol' planet just hovering there?*
*Maybe like 30 ft or something*
*How big is the planet...?*
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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.
Several feet in the sky, there's a planet with snow
*Yo Nana man this be Serial Designation D's domain*
*Wait, so just like, ten feet up, there's a big ol' planet just hovering there?*
*Maybe like 30 ft or something*
*How big is the planet...?*
*Like the size of earth*
*... Good thing that gravity doesn't canonically exist yet.*
Wandering through the snow is Atrophos, the Plague Bearer, Red eyes shining from the hollow sockets of the deer skull upon their face.
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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.
Several feet in the sky, there's a planet with snow
*Yo Nana man this be Serial Designation D's domain*
*Wait, so just like, ten feet up, there's a big ol' planet just hovering there?*
*Maybe like 30 ft or something*
*How big is the planet...?*
*Like the size of earth*
*... Good thing that gravity doesn't canonically exist yet.*
Wandering through the snow is Atrophos, the Plague Bearer, Red eyes shining from the hollow sockets of the deer skull upon their face.
Attophos sees a drone with a tail, in the distance
Atrophos seemingly squints, before sighing, and melting into the winds, reforming behind the drone.
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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."
"Ah. I see. But without anything alive, there can be no souls of dead to retrieve."
"Yes, yes. That is a problem. But my powers do not allow me to create that."
"Ah, but mine do, my good... skeleton... thing... whatever you are!"
"Death, Reaper, End."
"... I like skeleton thing. It has a much better ring to it. Anyways, like I was saying, as the god of disease and plague yadda yadda yadda, I can create life! And what you need are souls of the dead, no? So, why not create your little reapers to kill a few of my little creations...? I think that would be neat! What do you say...? ... Do we have a deal...?"
"...Perhaps. Perhaps. What will you create?"
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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.
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
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."
"Yes, yes. That is a problem. But my powers do not allow me to create that."
"Ah, but mine do, my good... skeleton... thing... whatever you are!"
"Death, Reaper, End."
"... I like skeleton thing. It has a much better ring to it. Anyways, like I was saying, as the god of disease and plague yadda yadda yadda, I can create life! And what you need are souls of the dead, no? So, why not create your little reapers to kill a few of my little creations...? I think that would be neat! What do you say...? ... Do we have a deal...?"
"...Perhaps. Perhaps. What will you create?"
"A small species of bacteria... harmless... for now. It shall grow, and grow, and grow in numbers... for it shall move with the wind, and grow on surfaces as sterile as the rock we sit on... it will photosynthesize. And when other forms of life come along, I shall modify it, to be a more... active... hunter."
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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."
"Ah. I see. But without anything alive, there can be no souls of dead to retrieve."
"Yes, yes. That is a problem. But my powers do not allow me to create that."
"Ah, but mine do, my good... skeleton... thing... whatever you are!"
"Death, Reaper, End."
"... I like skeleton thing. It has a much better ring to it. Anyways, like I was saying, as the god of disease and plague yadda yadda yadda, I can create life! And what you need are souls of the dead, no? So, why not create your little reapers to kill a few of my little creations...? I think that would be neat! What do you say...? ... Do we have a deal...?"
"...Perhaps. Perhaps. What will you create?"
"A small species of bacteria... harmless... for now. It shall grow, and grow, and grow in numbers... for it shall move with the wind, and grow on surfaces as sterile as the rock we sit on... it will photosynthesize. And when other forms of life come along, I shall modify it, to be a more... active... hunter."
"Sounds... wonderful. I wonder if it will evolve. That would be interesting." The skeleton tries to clap, but it merely makes a tapping sound.
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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.
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
*Here are rules for Godly Homes. Domains mean powers, Godly Homes means areas that the gods can influence.*
Homes are where the gods live, they can choose or create a place to be their home and they do not need two gods to create things in their home. Homes start in a 100ft cube, but whenever you gain a new domain, you can expand the home by another 100ft cube.
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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.
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
Several feet in the sky, there's a planet with snow
*Yo Nana man this be Serial Designation D's domain*
*Wait, so just like, ten feet up, there's a big ol' planet just hovering there?*
*Maybe like 30 ft or something*
*How big is the planet...?*
*Like the size of earth*
*... Good thing that gravity doesn't canonically exist yet.*
Wandering through the snow is Atrophos, the Plague Bearer, Red eyes shining from the hollow sockets of the deer skull upon their face.
Attophos sees a drone with a tail, in the distance
Atrophos seemingly squints, before sighing, and melting into the winds, reforming behind the drone.
The drone turns around.Up close, the drone has hair, 5 yellow half circles on the front of its head, and its tail has a cylinder with yellow liquid inside and a spike on the side
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Hallo
People who aren't from here or DeviantArt might know me from various games or might know me as Dino on some of those games
I will go by these if ya wanna say something nicknames: Dinao, Diano, Or Dino
'tis all
:p
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*Urgh, I need domain rules. That works for now!*
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! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
"Yes, yes. That is a problem. But my powers do not allow me to create that."
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! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
"Ah, but mine do, my good... skeleton... thing... whatever you are!"
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
"Death, Reaper, End."
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! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
*Wait, so just like, ten feet up, there's a big ol' planet just hovering there?*
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
*Maybe like 30 ft or something*
Hallo
People who aren't from here or DeviantArt might know me from various games or might know me as Dino on some of those games
I will go by these if ya wanna say something nicknames: Dinao, Diano, Or Dino
'tis all
:p
*If anyone would like to help with combat and domain rules, we can talk.*
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! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
*Sherrrrrrr*
Hello! Call me GAYto or Gato (Cat in Spanish)
My pronouns are They/She (Prefers She/her)
I am a teenager. I have ADHD, Depression, and anxiety. I'm also Genderfae, Trans, Aromantic, and Asexual
but this community means the world to me; you can't change that about me
:[roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] = [roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, and Aspen
"... I like skeleton thing. It has a much better ring to it. Anyways, like I was saying, as the god of disease and plague yadda yadda yadda, I can create life! And what you need are souls of the dead, no? So, why not create your little reapers to kill a few of my little creations...? I think that would be neat! What do you say...? ... Do we have a deal...?"
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
*How big is the planet...?*
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
*Like the size of earth*
Hallo
People who aren't from here or DeviantArt might know me from various games or might know me as Dino on some of those games
I will go by these if ya wanna say something nicknames: Dinao, Diano, Or Dino
'tis all
:p
*... Good thing that gravity doesn't canonically exist yet.*
Wandering through the snow is Atrophos, the Plague Bearer, Red eyes shining from the hollow sockets of the deer skull upon their face.
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
Attophos sees a drone with a tail, in the distance
Hallo
People who aren't from here or DeviantArt might know me from various games or might know me as Dino on some of those games
I will go by these if ya wanna say something nicknames: Dinao, Diano, Or Dino
'tis all
:p
Atrophos seemingly squints, before sighing, and melting into the winds, reforming behind the drone.
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
"...Perhaps. Perhaps. What will you create?"
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! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
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*I veto this. We already have a planet, you can create another one but not 30 ft above the ground. Also domain sizes should start pretty small.*
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! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
"A small species of bacteria... harmless... for now. It shall grow, and grow, and grow in numbers... for it shall move with the wind, and grow on surfaces as sterile as the rock we sit on... it will photosynthesize. And when other forms of life come along, I shall modify it, to be a more... active... hunter."
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
"Sounds... wonderful. I wonder if it will evolve. That would be interesting." The skeleton tries to clap, but it merely makes a tapping sound.
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! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
*Here are rules for Godly Homes. Domains mean powers, Godly Homes means areas that the gods can influence.*
Homes are where the gods live, they can choose or create a place to be their home and they do not need two gods to create things in their home. Homes start in a 100ft cube, but whenever you gain a new domain, you can expand the home by another 100ft cube.
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! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
The drone turns around.Up close, the drone has hair, 5 yellow half circles on the front of its head, and its tail has a cylinder with yellow liquid inside and a spike on the side
Hallo
People who aren't from here or DeviantArt might know me from various games or might know me as Dino on some of those games
I will go by these if ya wanna say something nicknames: Dinao, Diano, Or Dino
'tis all
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