This room smells dark. Not grimy, not disgusting, dark. Wisps of smoke from lit torches pool in the ceiling with pots of boiling blood on bunsen burners alongside them. Eight or nine arms lay on a table in various states of disassembly, from whole to just bone. The hardwood floor has stains over stains of blood of different shades, ash, and pools of starry blackness. Along the back wall are lined up a dozen live people, humans, elves, orcs, dwarves, etc. Some of them shriek, others hang their heads and weep, but most stare forwards with blank, limp stares. Another wall is lined with pure steel tools, from standard bone saws and scalpels to items indescribable because of their complexity or design. In the center stands a Tabaxi, with pristine clean fur.
A polite knock comes from the door, as well as a more hollow tapping sound. "helllllllo!" Someone says in a singsong voice.
*If you do not want child, he does magic tricks where he actually saws people in half and puts them back together, scarring them for life physically and emotionally, so I would understand.*
“Whazzat? Was that door always there?”
"Probably not... Can I come in?"
“Only if I can study your spine!”
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I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart! My favorite characters from dead threads; AMA: Aria, Rade, Kiano & Luz, Juniper, Ezra & Dr. Paine, Xi & his siblings, Misa Stay Paranoid!!! My Drummer given title is Swift as the Dragon, but The Diabolical One named me Virex the Whisperbrand, Architect of Echoes May the dice roll ever in your favor
This room smells dark. Not grimy, not disgusting, dark. Wisps of smoke from lit torches pool in the ceiling with pots of boiling blood on bunsen burners alongside them. Eight or nine arms lay on a table in various states of disassembly, from whole to just bone. The hardwood floor has stains over stains of blood of different shades, ash, and pools of starry blackness. Along the back wall are lined up a dozen live people, humans, elves, orcs, dwarves, etc. Some of them shriek, others hang their heads and weep, but most stare forwards with blank, limp stares. Another wall is lined with pure steel tools, from standard bone saws and scalpels to items indescribable because of their complexity or design. In the center stands a Tabaxi, with pristine clean fur.
A polite knock comes from the door, as well as a more hollow tapping sound. "helllllllo!" Someone says in a singsong voice.
*If you do not want child, he does magic tricks where he actually saws people in half and puts them back together, scarring them for life physically and emotionally, so I would understand.*
“Whazzat? Was that door always there?”
"Probably not... Can I come in?"
“Only if I can study your spine!”
"My spine? Sure!"
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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!
This room smells dark. Not grimy, not disgusting, dark. Wisps of smoke from lit torches pool in the ceiling with pots of boiling blood on bunsen burners alongside them. Eight or nine arms lay on a table in various states of disassembly, from whole to just bone. The hardwood floor has stains over stains of blood of different shades, ash, and pools of starry blackness. Along the back wall are lined up a dozen live people, humans, elves, orcs, dwarves, etc. Some of them shriek, others hang their heads and weep, but most stare forwards with blank, limp stares. Another wall is lined with pure steel tools, from standard bone saws and scalpels to items indescribable because of their complexity or design. In the center stands a Tabaxi, with pristine clean fur.
A polite knock comes from the door, as well as a more hollow tapping sound. "helllllllo!" Someone says in a singsong voice.
*If you do not want child, he does magic tricks where he actually saws people in half and puts them back together, scarring them for life physically and emotionally, so I would understand.*
“Whazzat? Was that door always there?”
"Probably not... Can I come in?"
“Only if I can study your spine!”
"My spine? Sure!"
They open the door, shielding their eyes with a paw.
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I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart! My favorite characters from dead threads; AMA: Aria, Rade, Kiano & Luz, Juniper, Ezra & Dr. Paine, Xi & his siblings, Misa Stay Paranoid!!! My Drummer given title is Swift as the Dragon, but The Diabolical One named me Virex the Whisperbrand, Architect of Echoes May the dice roll ever in your favor
This room smells dark. Not grimy, not disgusting, dark. Wisps of smoke from lit torches pool in the ceiling with pots of boiling blood on bunsen burners alongside them. Eight or nine arms lay on a table in various states of disassembly, from whole to just bone. The hardwood floor has stains over stains of blood of different shades, ash, and pools of starry blackness. Along the back wall are lined up a dozen live people, humans, elves, orcs, dwarves, etc. Some of them shriek, others hang their heads and weep, but most stare forwards with blank, limp stares. Another wall is lined with pure steel tools, from standard bone saws and scalpels to items indescribable because of their complexity or design. In the center stands a Tabaxi, with pristine clean fur.
A polite knock comes from the door, as well as a more hollow tapping sound. "helllllllo!" Someone says in a singsong voice.
*If you do not want child, he does magic tricks where he actually saws people in half and puts them back together, scarring them for life physically and emotionally, so I would understand.*
“Whazzat? Was that door always there?”
"Probably not... Can I come in?"
“Only if I can study your spine!”
"My spine? Sure!"
They open the door, shielding their eyes with a paw.
In comes a young boy with messy black hair and amber eyes, grinning cheerfully.
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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!
A room appears, wisps of darkness condensing, conglomerating -- emerging from the void beyond. *turns up the dramatic sci-fi music* The door is first to appear -- an ashen pallor, its wooden frame supports two winding glass roses which intertwine, snakelike -- their two stems merging into one handle in the exact center. Behind the door, however, is another story...
Flame leaps up in a single brazier, positioned against a far wall, illuminating the room dimly -- lighting where anything could be hiding in the shadows. Perhaps monsters lurk, perhaps they don't -- but you feel some of those childhood fears returning to plague you now. The clink of metal against stone sounds from a dark corner -- as a young woman, smooth, raven-dark hair tied into a ponytail, meticulously scrapes a shiny metal orb against a wall. Her features are only accentuated by the chiaroscuri nature of the scene -- shadows wreathing across the left side of her face, where several dark scars lie.
She turns to anyone who enters, coolly examining the peoples of this new realm. She shows no signs of fear -- after all, this is just another place to be discovered, a new frontier to be charted. However, a bit of the scientific craze has gotten to her -- and she mutters below her breath to herself. Proofs, equations, and theories -- all leading, again and again, to "What is this place?" However, no consolation comes in the mathematical, and the routine has been disrupted by chaos.
*Looks cool Naner!*
"Hey! Anyone here?" she shouts, poking her head out of her room. Her voice is interesting, tinged with a slight accent that's just unplaceable. "And if anyone's hearing this, do you have a screwdriver?"
Depressed teenager, nonchalant, really likes to write. Rather strange, Thrushcross Grange ‘twixt stars as dawn now turns to night. DM: Liquid Swords - A Historical Wuxia Campaign, In the Depths - A Fantasy Homebrew Flying Pig Cultist of the Cult of Flying Pigs (don't ask) No matter who you are, you’re great. Don’t let anyone ever get you down. PM me if you want to talk, rant, and/or learn too much about words. Extended sig here, check it out!
This room smells dark. Not grimy, not disgusting, dark. Wisps of smoke from lit torches pool in the ceiling with pots of boiling blood on bunsen burners alongside them. Eight or nine arms lay on a table in various states of disassembly, from whole to just bone. The hardwood floor has stains over stains of blood of different shades, ash, and pools of starry blackness. Along the back wall are lined up a dozen live people, humans, elves, orcs, dwarves, etc. Some of them shriek, others hang their heads and weep, but most stare forwards with blank, limp stares. Another wall is lined with pure steel tools, from standard bone saws and scalpels to items indescribable because of their complexity or design. In the center stands a Tabaxi, with pristine clean fur.
A polite knock comes from the door, as well as a more hollow tapping sound. "helllllllo!" Someone says in a singsong voice.
*If you do not want child, he does magic tricks where he actually saws people in half and puts them back together, scarring them for life physically and emotionally, so I would understand.*
“Whazzat? Was that door always there?”
"Probably not... Can I come in?"
“Only if I can study your spine!”
"My spine? Sure!"
They open the door, shielding their eyes with a paw.
In comes a young boy with messy black hair and amber eyes, grinning cheerfully.
“Has there been any past trauma that could interrupt or affect my study and results?” They ask, as they grab the child and lead him over to a stainless steel table
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I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart! My favorite characters from dead threads; AMA: Aria, Rade, Kiano & Luz, Juniper, Ezra & Dr. Paine, Xi & his siblings, Misa Stay Paranoid!!! My Drummer given title is Swift as the Dragon, but The Diabolical One named me Virex the Whisperbrand, Architect of Echoes May the dice roll ever in your favor
This room smells dark. Not grimy, not disgusting, dark. Wisps of smoke from lit torches pool in the ceiling with pots of boiling blood on bunsen burners alongside them. Eight or nine arms lay on a table in various states of disassembly, from whole to just bone. The hardwood floor has stains over stains of blood of different shades, ash, and pools of starry blackness. Along the back wall are lined up a dozen live people, humans, elves, orcs, dwarves, etc. Some of them shriek, others hang their heads and weep, but most stare forwards with blank, limp stares. Another wall is lined with pure steel tools, from standard bone saws and scalpels to items indescribable because of their complexity or design. In the center stands a Tabaxi, with pristine clean fur.
A polite knock comes from the door, as well as a more hollow tapping sound. "helllllllo!" Someone says in a singsong voice.
*If you do not want child, he does magic tricks where he actually saws people in half and puts them back together, scarring them for life physically and emotionally, so I would understand.*
“Whazzat? Was that door always there?”
"Probably not... Can I come in?"
“Only if I can study your spine!”
"My spine? Sure!"
They open the door, shielding their eyes with a paw.
In comes a young boy with messy black hair and amber eyes, grinning cheerfully.
“Has there been any past trauma that could interrupt or affect my study and results?” They ask, as they grab the child and lead him over to a stainless steel table
"Welllllll... I'm immortal, that might interfere."
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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!
This room smells dark. Not grimy, not disgusting, dark. Wisps of smoke from lit torches pool in the ceiling with pots of boiling blood on bunsen burners alongside them. Eight or nine arms lay on a table in various states of disassembly, from whole to just bone. The hardwood floor has stains over stains of blood of different shades, ash, and pools of starry blackness. Along the back wall are lined up a dozen live people, humans, elves, orcs, dwarves, etc. Some of them shriek, others hang their heads and weep, but most stare forwards with blank, limp stares. Another wall is lined with pure steel tools, from standard bone saws and scalpels to items indescribable because of their complexity or design. In the center stands a Tabaxi, with pristine clean fur.
A polite knock comes from the door, as well as a more hollow tapping sound. "helllllllo!" Someone says in a singsong voice.
*If you do not want child, he does magic tricks where he actually saws people in half and puts them back together, scarring them for life physically and emotionally, so I would understand.*
“Whazzat? Was that door always there?”
"Probably not... Can I come in?"
“Only if I can study your spine!”
"My spine? Sure!"
They open the door, shielding their eyes with a paw.
In comes a young boy with messy black hair and amber eyes, grinning cheerfully.
“Has there been any past trauma that could interrupt or affect my study and results?” They ask, as they grab the child and lead him over to a stainless steel table
"Welllllll... I'm immortal, that might interfere."
“Hasn’t stopped me before.” He sets the child on the table and starts fastening manacles around his wrists and ankles
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I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart! My favorite characters from dead threads; AMA: Aria, Rade, Kiano & Luz, Juniper, Ezra & Dr. Paine, Xi & his siblings, Misa Stay Paranoid!!! My Drummer given title is Swift as the Dragon, but The Diabolical One named me Virex the Whisperbrand, Architect of Echoes May the dice roll ever in your favor
This room smells dark. Not grimy, not disgusting, dark. Wisps of smoke from lit torches pool in the ceiling with pots of boiling blood on bunsen burners alongside them. Eight or nine arms lay on a table in various states of disassembly, from whole to just bone. The hardwood floor has stains over stains of blood of different shades, ash, and pools of starry blackness. Along the back wall are lined up a dozen live people, humans, elves, orcs, dwarves, etc. Some of them shriek, others hang their heads and weep, but most stare forwards with blank, limp stares. Another wall is lined with pure steel tools, from standard bone saws and scalpels to items indescribable because of their complexity or design. In the center stands a Tabaxi, with pristine clean fur.
A polite knock comes from the door, as well as a more hollow tapping sound. "helllllllo!" Someone says in a singsong voice.
*If you do not want child, he does magic tricks where he actually saws people in half and puts them back together, scarring them for life physically and emotionally, so I would understand.*
“Whazzat? Was that door always there?”
"Probably not... Can I come in?"
“Only if I can study your spine!”
"My spine? Sure!"
They open the door, shielding their eyes with a paw.
In comes a young boy with messy black hair and amber eyes, grinning cheerfully.
“Has there been any past trauma that could interrupt or affect my study and results?” They ask, as they grab the child and lead him over to a stainless steel table
"Welllllll... I'm immortal, that might interfere."
“Hasn’t stopped me before.” He sets the child on the table and starts fastening manacles around his wrists and ankles
"So... what exactly are we doing to my spine?" He asks, closing his eyes.
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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!
This room smells dark. Not grimy, not disgusting, dark. Wisps of smoke from lit torches pool in the ceiling with pots of boiling blood on bunsen burners alongside them. Eight or nine arms lay on a table in various states of disassembly, from whole to just bone. The hardwood floor has stains over stains of blood of different shades, ash, and pools of starry blackness. Along the back wall are lined up a dozen live people, humans, elves, orcs, dwarves, etc. Some of them shriek, others hang their heads and weep, but most stare forwards with blank, limp stares. Another wall is lined with pure steel tools, from standard bone saws and scalpels to items indescribable because of their complexity or design. In the center stands a Tabaxi, with pristine clean fur.
A polite knock comes from the door, as well as a more hollow tapping sound. "helllllllo!" Someone says in a singsong voice.
*If you do not want child, he does magic tricks where he actually saws people in half and puts them back together, scarring them for life physically and emotionally, so I would understand.*
“Whazzat? Was that door always there?”
"Probably not... Can I come in?"
“Only if I can study your spine!”
"My spine? Sure!"
They open the door, shielding their eyes with a paw.
In comes a young boy with messy black hair and amber eyes, grinning cheerfully.
“Has there been any past trauma that could interrupt or affect my study and results?” They ask, as they grab the child and lead him over to a stainless steel table
"Welllllll... I'm immortal, that might interfere."
“Hasn’t stopped me before.” He sets the child on the table and starts fastening manacles around his wrists and ankles
"So... what exactly are we doing to my spine?" He asks, closing his eyes.
“Taking a look, making notes, taking it apart. Putting it back together if I feel like it.”
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I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart! My favorite characters from dead threads; AMA: Aria, Rade, Kiano & Luz, Juniper, Ezra & Dr. Paine, Xi & his siblings, Misa Stay Paranoid!!! My Drummer given title is Swift as the Dragon, but The Diabolical One named me Virex the Whisperbrand, Architect of Echoes May the dice roll ever in your favor
This room smells dark. Not grimy, not disgusting, dark. Wisps of smoke from lit torches pool in the ceiling with pots of boiling blood on bunsen burners alongside them. Eight or nine arms lay on a table in various states of disassembly, from whole to just bone. The hardwood floor has stains over stains of blood of different shades, ash, and pools of starry blackness. Along the back wall are lined up a dozen live people, humans, elves, orcs, dwarves, etc. Some of them shriek, others hang their heads and weep, but most stare forwards with blank, limp stares. Another wall is lined with pure steel tools, from standard bone saws and scalpels to items indescribable because of their complexity or design. In the center stands a Tabaxi, with pristine clean fur.
A polite knock comes from the door, as well as a more hollow tapping sound. "helllllllo!" Someone says in a singsong voice.
*If you do not want child, he does magic tricks where he actually saws people in half and puts them back together, scarring them for life physically and emotionally, so I would understand.*
“Whazzat? Was that door always there?”
"Probably not... Can I come in?"
“Only if I can study your spine!”
"My spine? Sure!"
They open the door, shielding their eyes with a paw.
In comes a young boy with messy black hair and amber eyes, grinning cheerfully.
“Has there been any past trauma that could interrupt or affect my study and results?” They ask, as they grab the child and lead him over to a stainless steel table
"Welllllll... I'm immortal, that might interfere."
“Hasn’t stopped me before.” He sets the child on the table and starts fastening manacles around his wrists and ankles
"So... what exactly are we doing to my spine?" He asks, closing his eyes.
“Taking a look, making notes, taking it apart. Putting it back together if I feel like it.”
"Ah, okay! Well, if you don't feel like it, I can do it myself. Unless you don't want me to?"
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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!
This room smells dark. Not grimy, not disgusting, dark. Wisps of smoke from lit torches pool in the ceiling with pots of boiling blood on bunsen burners alongside them. Eight or nine arms lay on a table in various states of disassembly, from whole to just bone. The hardwood floor has stains over stains of blood of different shades, ash, and pools of starry blackness. Along the back wall are lined up a dozen live people, humans, elves, orcs, dwarves, etc. Some of them shriek, others hang their heads and weep, but most stare forwards with blank, limp stares. Another wall is lined with pure steel tools, from standard bone saws and scalpels to items indescribable because of their complexity or design. In the center stands a Tabaxi, with pristine clean fur.
A polite knock comes from the door, as well as a more hollow tapping sound. "helllllllo!" Someone says in a singsong voice.
*If you do not want child, he does magic tricks where he actually saws people in half and puts them back together, scarring them for life physically and emotionally, so I would understand.*
“Whazzat? Was that door always there?”
"Probably not... Can I come in?"
“Only if I can study your spine!”
"My spine? Sure!"
They open the door, shielding their eyes with a paw.
In comes a young boy with messy black hair and amber eyes, grinning cheerfully.
“Has there been any past trauma that could interrupt or affect my study and results?” They ask, as they grab the child and lead him over to a stainless steel table
"Welllllll... I'm immortal, that might interfere."
“Hasn’t stopped me before.” He sets the child on the table and starts fastening manacles around his wrists and ankles
"So... what exactly are we doing to my spine?" He asks, closing his eyes.
“Taking a look, making notes, taking it apart. Putting it back together if I feel like it.”
"Ah, okay! Well, if you don't feel like it, I can do it myself. Unless you don't want me to?"
“Don’t particularly care. On a scale of 1-10, how much do you like pain?” He grabs a tool, a long metal rod with evenly spaced spikes on one side and dozens of measurements on the other
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I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart! My favorite characters from dead threads; AMA: Aria, Rade, Kiano & Luz, Juniper, Ezra & Dr. Paine, Xi & his siblings, Misa Stay Paranoid!!! My Drummer given title is Swift as the Dragon, but The Diabolical One named me Virex the Whisperbrand, Architect of Echoes May the dice roll ever in your favor
This room smells dark. Not grimy, not disgusting, dark. Wisps of smoke from lit torches pool in the ceiling with pots of boiling blood on bunsen burners alongside them. Eight or nine arms lay on a table in various states of disassembly, from whole to just bone. The hardwood floor has stains over stains of blood of different shades, ash, and pools of starry blackness. Along the back wall are lined up a dozen live people, humans, elves, orcs, dwarves, etc. Some of them shriek, others hang their heads and weep, but most stare forwards with blank, limp stares. Another wall is lined with pure steel tools, from standard bone saws and scalpels to items indescribable because of their complexity or design. In the center stands a Tabaxi, with pristine clean fur.
A polite knock comes from the door, as well as a more hollow tapping sound. "helllllllo!" Someone says in a singsong voice.
*If you do not want child, he does magic tricks where he actually saws people in half and puts them back together, scarring them for life physically and emotionally, so I would understand.*
“Whazzat? Was that door always there?”
"Probably not... Can I come in?"
“Only if I can study your spine!”
"My spine? Sure!"
They open the door, shielding their eyes with a paw.
In comes a young boy with messy black hair and amber eyes, grinning cheerfully.
“Has there been any past trauma that could interrupt or affect my study and results?” They ask, as they grab the child and lead him over to a stainless steel table
"Welllllll... I'm immortal, that might interfere."
“Hasn’t stopped me before.” He sets the child on the table and starts fastening manacles around his wrists and ankles
"So... what exactly are we doing to my spine?" He asks, closing his eyes.
“Taking a look, making notes, taking it apart. Putting it back together if I feel like it.”
"Ah, okay! Well, if you don't feel like it, I can do it myself. Unless you don't want me to?"
“Don’t particularly care. On a scale of 1-10, how much do you like pain?” He grabs a tool, a long metal rod with evenly spaced spikes on one side and dozens of measurements on the other
"Causing it? 10. Feeling it? 9."
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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!
This room smells dark. Not grimy, not disgusting, dark. Wisps of smoke from lit torches pool in the ceiling with pots of boiling blood on bunsen burners alongside them. Eight or nine arms lay on a table in various states of disassembly, from whole to just bone. The hardwood floor has stains over stains of blood of different shades, ash, and pools of starry blackness. Along the back wall are lined up a dozen live people, humans, elves, orcs, dwarves, etc. Some of them shriek, others hang their heads and weep, but most stare forwards with blank, limp stares. Another wall is lined with pure steel tools, from standard bone saws and scalpels to items indescribable because of their complexity or design. In the center stands a Tabaxi, with pristine clean fur.
A polite knock comes from the door, as well as a more hollow tapping sound. "helllllllo!" Someone says in a singsong voice.
*If you do not want child, he does magic tricks where he actually saws people in half and puts them back together, scarring them for life physically and emotionally, so I would understand.*
“Whazzat? Was that door always there?”
"Probably not... Can I come in?"
“Only if I can study your spine!”
"My spine? Sure!"
They open the door, shielding their eyes with a paw.
In comes a young boy with messy black hair and amber eyes, grinning cheerfully.
“Has there been any past trauma that could interrupt or affect my study and results?” They ask, as they grab the child and lead him over to a stainless steel table
"Welllllll... I'm immortal, that might interfere."
“Hasn’t stopped me before.” He sets the child on the table and starts fastening manacles around his wrists and ankles
"So... what exactly are we doing to my spine?" He asks, closing his eyes.
“Taking a look, making notes, taking it apart. Putting it back together if I feel like it.”
"Ah, okay! Well, if you don't feel like it, I can do it myself. Unless you don't want me to?"
“Don’t particularly care. On a scale of 1-10, how much do you like pain?” He grabs a tool, a long metal rod with evenly spaced spikes on one side and dozens of measurements on the other
"Causing it? 10. Feeling it? 9."
“Guess I won’t be needing this then.” He throws the tool to the floor and grabs what looks like some kind of pump.
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I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart! My favorite characters from dead threads; AMA: Aria, Rade, Kiano & Luz, Juniper, Ezra & Dr. Paine, Xi & his siblings, Misa Stay Paranoid!!! My Drummer given title is Swift as the Dragon, but The Diabolical One named me Virex the Whisperbrand, Architect of Echoes May the dice roll ever in your favor
This room smells dark. Not grimy, not disgusting, dark. Wisps of smoke from lit torches pool in the ceiling with pots of boiling blood on bunsen burners alongside them. Eight or nine arms lay on a table in various states of disassembly, from whole to just bone. The hardwood floor has stains over stains of blood of different shades, ash, and pools of starry blackness. Along the back wall are lined up a dozen live people, humans, elves, orcs, dwarves, etc. Some of them shriek, others hang their heads and weep, but most stare forwards with blank, limp stares. Another wall is lined with pure steel tools, from standard bone saws and scalpels to items indescribable because of their complexity or design. In the center stands a Tabaxi, with pristine clean fur.
A polite knock comes from the door, as well as a more hollow tapping sound. "helllllllo!" Someone says in a singsong voice.
*If you do not want child, he does magic tricks where he actually saws people in half and puts them back together, scarring them for life physically and emotionally, so I would understand.*
“Whazzat? Was that door always there?”
"Probably not... Can I come in?"
“Only if I can study your spine!”
"My spine? Sure!"
They open the door, shielding their eyes with a paw.
In comes a young boy with messy black hair and amber eyes, grinning cheerfully.
“Has there been any past trauma that could interrupt or affect my study and results?” They ask, as they grab the child and lead him over to a stainless steel table
"Welllllll... I'm immortal, that might interfere."
“Hasn’t stopped me before.” He sets the child on the table and starts fastening manacles around his wrists and ankles
"So... what exactly are we doing to my spine?" He asks, closing his eyes.
“Taking a look, making notes, taking it apart. Putting it back together if I feel like it.”
"Ah, okay! Well, if you don't feel like it, I can do it myself. Unless you don't want me to?"
“Don’t particularly care. On a scale of 1-10, how much do you like pain?” He grabs a tool, a long metal rod with evenly spaced spikes on one side and dozens of measurements on the other
"Causing it? 10. Feeling it? 9."
“Guess I won’t be needing this then.” He throws the tool to the floor and grabs what looks like some kind of pump.
"What's this?"
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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!
“Has there been any past trauma that could interrupt or affect my study and results?” They ask, as they grab the child and lead him over to a stainless steel table
"Welllllll... I'm immortal, that might interfere."
“Hasn’t stopped me before.” He sets the child on the table and starts fastening manacles around his wrists and ankles
"So... what exactly are we doing to my spine?" He asks, closing his eyes.
“Taking a look, making notes, taking it apart. Putting it back together if I feel like it.”
"Ah, okay! Well, if you don't feel like it, I can do it myself. Unless you don't want me to?"
“Don’t particularly care. On a scale of 1-10, how much do you like pain?” He grabs a tool, a long metal rod with evenly spaced spikes on one side and dozens of measurements on the other
"Causing it? 10. Feeling it? 9."
“Guess I won’t be needing this then.” He throws the tool to the floor and grabs what looks like some kind of pump.
"What's this?"
“The one in my hand or the one on the floor?”
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I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart! My favorite characters from dead threads; AMA: Aria, Rade, Kiano & Luz, Juniper, Ezra & Dr. Paine, Xi & his siblings, Misa Stay Paranoid!!! My Drummer given title is Swift as the Dragon, but The Diabolical One named me Virex the Whisperbrand, Architect of Echoes May the dice roll ever in your favor
“Has there been any past trauma that could interrupt or affect my study and results?” They ask, as they grab the child and lead him over to a stainless steel table
"Welllllll... I'm immortal, that might interfere."
“Hasn’t stopped me before.” He sets the child on the table and starts fastening manacles around his wrists and ankles
"So... what exactly are we doing to my spine?" He asks, closing his eyes.
“Taking a look, making notes, taking it apart. Putting it back together if I feel like it.”
"Ah, okay! Well, if you don't feel like it, I can do it myself. Unless you don't want me to?"
“Don’t particularly care. On a scale of 1-10, how much do you like pain?” He grabs a tool, a long metal rod with evenly spaced spikes on one side and dozens of measurements on the other
"Causing it? 10. Feeling it? 9."
“Guess I won’t be needing this then.” He throws the tool to the floor and grabs what looks like some kind of pump.
"What's this?"
“The one in my hand or the one on the floor?”
"Both, I guess."
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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!
“Guess I won’t be needing this then.” He throws the tool to the floor and grabs what looks like some kind of pump.
"What's this?"
“The one in my hand or the one on the floor?”
"Both, I guess."
“Hand helps me take apart bones without breaking them, floor lets me calculate where your nerves are to minimize pain if so desired.”
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I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart! My favorite characters from dead threads; AMA: Aria, Rade, Kiano & Luz, Juniper, Ezra & Dr. Paine, Xi & his siblings, Misa Stay Paranoid!!! My Drummer given title is Swift as the Dragon, but The Diabolical One named me Virex the Whisperbrand, Architect of Echoes May the dice roll ever in your favor
“Guess I won’t be needing this then.” He throws the tool to the floor and grabs what looks like some kind of pump.
"What's this?"
“The one in my hand or the one on the floor?”
"Both, I guess."
“Hand helps me take apart bones without breaking them, floor lets me calculate where your nerves are to minimize pain if so desired.”
"Ah, alright."
“Does your immortality include infinite blood production?”
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I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart! My favorite characters from dead threads; AMA: Aria, Rade, Kiano & Luz, Juniper, Ezra & Dr. Paine, Xi & his siblings, Misa Stay Paranoid!!! My Drummer given title is Swift as the Dragon, but The Diabolical One named me Virex the Whisperbrand, Architect of Echoes May the dice roll ever in your favor
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“Only if I can study your spine!”
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
My favorite characters from dead threads; AMA: Aria, Rade, Kiano & Luz, Juniper, Ezra & Dr. Paine, Xi & his siblings, Misa Stay Paranoid!!!
My Drummer given title is Swift as the Dragon, but The Diabolical One named me Virex the Whisperbrand, Architect of Echoes
May the dice roll ever in your favor
"My spine? Sure!"
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!
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They open the door, shielding their eyes with a paw.
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
My favorite characters from dead threads; AMA: Aria, Rade, Kiano & Luz, Juniper, Ezra & Dr. Paine, Xi & his siblings, Misa Stay Paranoid!!!
My Drummer given title is Swift as the Dragon, but The Diabolical One named me Virex the Whisperbrand, Architect of Echoes
May the dice roll ever in your favor
In comes a young boy with messy black hair and amber eyes, grinning cheerfully.
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!
Extended Signature!
"Hey! Anyone here?" she shouts, poking her head out of her room. Her voice is interesting, tinged with a slight accent that's just unplaceable. "And if anyone's hearing this, do you have a screwdriver?"
Depressed teenager, nonchalant, really likes to write. Rather strange, Thrushcross Grange ‘twixt stars as dawn now turns to night.
DM: Liquid Swords - A Historical Wuxia Campaign, In the Depths - A Fantasy Homebrew
Flying Pig Cultist of the Cult of Flying Pigs (don't ask)
No matter who you are, you’re great. Don’t let anyone ever get you down. PM me if you want to talk, rant, and/or learn too much about words.
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“Has there been any past trauma that could interrupt or affect my study and results?” They ask, as they grab the child and lead him over to a stainless steel table
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
My favorite characters from dead threads; AMA: Aria, Rade, Kiano & Luz, Juniper, Ezra & Dr. Paine, Xi & his siblings, Misa Stay Paranoid!!!
My Drummer given title is Swift as the Dragon, but The Diabolical One named me Virex the Whisperbrand, Architect of Echoes
May the dice roll ever in your favor
"Welllllll... I'm immortal, that might interfere."
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!
Extended Signature!
“Hasn’t stopped me before.” He sets the child on the table and starts fastening manacles around his wrists and ankles
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
My favorite characters from dead threads; AMA: Aria, Rade, Kiano & Luz, Juniper, Ezra & Dr. Paine, Xi & his siblings, Misa Stay Paranoid!!!
My Drummer given title is Swift as the Dragon, but The Diabolical One named me Virex the Whisperbrand, Architect of Echoes
May the dice roll ever in your favor
"So... what exactly are we doing to my spine?" He asks, closing his eyes.
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!
Extended Signature!
“Taking a look, making notes, taking it apart. Putting it back together if I feel like it.”
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
My favorite characters from dead threads; AMA: Aria, Rade, Kiano & Luz, Juniper, Ezra & Dr. Paine, Xi & his siblings, Misa Stay Paranoid!!!
My Drummer given title is Swift as the Dragon, but The Diabolical One named me Virex the Whisperbrand, Architect of Echoes
May the dice roll ever in your favor
"Ah, okay! Well, if you don't feel like it, I can do it myself. Unless you don't want me to?"
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!
Extended Signature!
“Don’t particularly care. On a scale of 1-10, how much do you like pain?” He grabs a tool, a long metal rod with evenly spaced spikes on one side and dozens of measurements on the other
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
My favorite characters from dead threads; AMA: Aria, Rade, Kiano & Luz, Juniper, Ezra & Dr. Paine, Xi & his siblings, Misa Stay Paranoid!!!
My Drummer given title is Swift as the Dragon, but The Diabolical One named me Virex the Whisperbrand, Architect of Echoes
May the dice roll ever in your favor
"Causing it? 10. Feeling it? 9."
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!
Extended Signature!
“Guess I won’t be needing this then.” He throws the tool to the floor and grabs what looks like some kind of pump.
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
My favorite characters from dead threads; AMA: Aria, Rade, Kiano & Luz, Juniper, Ezra & Dr. Paine, Xi & his siblings, Misa Stay Paranoid!!!
My Drummer given title is Swift as the Dragon, but The Diabolical One named me Virex the Whisperbrand, Architect of Echoes
May the dice roll ever in your favor
"What's this?"
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!
Extended Signature!
“The one in my hand or the one on the floor?”
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
My favorite characters from dead threads; AMA: Aria, Rade, Kiano & Luz, Juniper, Ezra & Dr. Paine, Xi & his siblings, Misa Stay Paranoid!!!
My Drummer given title is Swift as the Dragon, but The Diabolical One named me Virex the Whisperbrand, Architect of Echoes
May the dice roll ever in your favor
"Both, I guess."
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!
Extended Signature!
“Hand helps me take apart bones without breaking them, floor lets me calculate where your nerves are to minimize pain if so desired.”
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
My favorite characters from dead threads; AMA: Aria, Rade, Kiano & Luz, Juniper, Ezra & Dr. Paine, Xi & his siblings, Misa Stay Paranoid!!!
My Drummer given title is Swift as the Dragon, but The Diabolical One named me Virex the Whisperbrand, Architect of Echoes
May the dice roll ever in your favor
"Ah, alright."
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!
Extended Signature!
“Does your immortality include infinite blood production?”
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
My favorite characters from dead threads; AMA: Aria, Rade, Kiano & Luz, Juniper, Ezra & Dr. Paine, Xi & his siblings, Misa Stay Paranoid!!!
My Drummer given title is Swift as the Dragon, but The Diabolical One named me Virex the Whisperbrand, Architect of Echoes
May the dice roll ever in your favor