They nod, stroking their chin. "Sounds like a plan. Well, more of a wishlist, but I'll make do!" They laugh. "I love traps. Much better than full-on field battles or trench warfare." They shudder. "Ah, the trenches..."
"The trenches? You've been in the war?"
"As it turns out, you don't need a war. My male gene donor insists that it was at worst a skirmish. He's very upset that I survived. Especially after he had the dungeon all set up for my return." They giggle. "My life is not a fun topic."
Samaritan is humming to himself as he cleans and sharpens his knives outside on the loading dock. A lit cigarette is between his skeletal lips, his mask lifted slightly up to allow this.
He hears a second voice, harmonizing with his own humming.
Feast slowly dances off the edge of one of the massive shipping spiderboats as it climbs up the mechanical cliff face.
Samaritan watches and raises a brow behind his mask.
He hears a second voice, harmonizing with his own humming.
Feast slowly dances off the edge of one of the massive shipping spiderboats as it climbs up the mechanical cliff face.
Samaritan watches and raises a brow behind his mask.
*He doesn't walk off into the void, he walks onto the dock*
The person in red bows to Samaritan. "A pleasure to meet you! I'm sorry for the intrusion, but I'm an admirer of yours and I couldn't afford to eat at your restaurant, as my funds go up to a shocking 0 copper coins." They pirouette. "I understand if you don't believe me, given my flamboyant manner of dress, but I stole this from my late mother's husband. He was quite affluent."
He hears a second voice, harmonizing with his own humming.
Feast slowly dances off the edge of one of the massive shipping spiderboats as it climbs up the mechanical cliff face.
Samaritan watches and raises a brow behind his mask.
*He doesn't walk off into the void, he walks onto the dock*
The person in red bows to Samaritan. "A pleasure to meet you! I'm sorry for the intrusion, but I'm an admirer of yours and I couldn't afford to eat at your restaurant, as my funds go up to a shocking 0 copper coins." They pirouette. "I understand if you don't believe me, given my flamboyant manner of dress, but I stole this from my late mother's husband. He was quite affluent."
A teen in a baggy jacket and a painter's mask enters the store and starts looking around. The same strange symbol, a circle with an x through it, adorns their mask, the back of their jacket, even their skin; a miniature copy of the symbol peeking through a tear in their coat, glowing neon blue on their shoulder.
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*He doesn't walk off into the void, he walks onto the dock*
The person in red bows to Samaritan. "A pleasure to meet you! I'm sorry for the intrusion, but I'm an admirer of yours and I couldn't afford to eat at your restaurant, as my funds go up to a shocking 0 copper coins." They pirouette. "I understand if you don't believe me, given my flamboyant manner of dress, but I stole this from my late mother's husband. He was quite affluent."
"Mn, you hungry?" He grumbles, tilting his head
"Always am. I assume it's something to do with my genealogy, as most humanoids would stop feeling the pangs after three days of starvation. I am a bit of a picky eater, you see..." He chuckles, then sighs. "I call myself a traveling gourmand, but that implies that I have a chance to try the food. Funny, isn't it?"
A teen in a baggy jacket and a painter's mask enters the store and starts looking around. The same strange symbol, a circle with an x through it, adorns their mask, the back of their jacket, even their skin; a miniature copy of the symbol peeking through a tear in their coat, glowing neon blue on their shoulder.
The barista, a tired, one-eyed strugel, waves to them. "Hey there. Our cuisiner is out at the moment, but I can help you find anything you might need. Coffee?" He places a black coffee on the counter.
A teen in a baggy jacket and a painter's mask enters the store and starts looking around. The same strange symbol, a circle with an x through it, adorns their mask, the back of their jacket, even their skin; a miniature copy of the symbol peeking through a tear in their coat, glowing neon blue on their shoulder.
The barista, a tired, one-eyed strugel, waves to them. "Hey there. Our cuisiner is out at the moment, but I can help you find anything you might need. Coffee?" He places a black coffee on the counter.
"No thanks," they shake their head, their spiky magenta hair flopping to one side. "I got a weird request though. You guys sell groceries, right?"
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The barista, a tired, one-eyed strugel, waves to them. "Hey there. Our cuisiner is out at the moment, but I can help you find anything you might need. Coffee?" He places a black coffee on the counter.
"No thanks," they shake their head, their spiky magenta hair flopping to one side. "I got a weird request though. You guys sell groceries, right?"
"Yup. All sorts. We also have a hardware section... somewhere." He looks out at the aisles and scratches his head. "I got a screwdriver here once, I'm sure."
The barista, a tired, one-eyed strugel, waves to them. "Hey there. Our cuisiner is out at the moment, but I can help you find anything you might need. Coffee?" He places a black coffee on the counter.
"No thanks," they shake their head, their spiky magenta hair flopping to one side. "I got a weird request though. You guys sell groceries, right?"
"Yup. All sorts. We also have a hardware section... somewhere." He looks out at the aisles and scratches his head. "I got a screwdriver here once, I'm sure."
They don't skip a beat, nodding and leaning on the counter. "So I need some raw meat." Their painter's mask subtly glows with every word they say.
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"Yup. All sorts. We also have a hardware section... somewhere." He looks out at the aisles and scratches his head. "I got a screwdriver here once, I'm sure."
They don't skip a beat, nodding and leaning on the counter. "So I need some raw meat." Their painter's mask subtly glows with every word they say.
"Oh, yeah, we got a ton of that. Seafood too. What kind of meat you looking for? Just any?"
"Yup. All sorts. We also have a hardware section... somewhere." He looks out at the aisles and scratches his head. "I got a screwdriver here once, I'm sure."
They don't skip a beat, nodding and leaning on the counter. "So I need some raw meat." Their painter's mask subtly glows with every word they say.
"Oh, yeah, we got a ton of that. Seafood too. What kind of meat you looking for? Just any?"
"Not human," They shrug. "And it's gotta be fresh, whatever it is."
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"Oh, yeah, we got a ton of that. Seafood too. What kind of meat you looking for? Just any?"
"Not human," They shrug. "And it's gotta be fresh, whatever it is."
"'Kay, cool." He walks over to his terminal. "I'll get you some Mystery Offal. It's fresh and nonhuman. Doesn't look too pretty, but it's all clean and edible. My go-to meal, actually." A disposable metal sheet pan slides out on some rollers, filled with barely identifiable organs and off-cuts that happen to be made of edible material.
"Oh, yeah, we got a ton of that. Seafood too. What kind of meat you looking for? Just any?"
"Not human," They shrug. "And it's gotta be fresh, whatever it is."
"'Kay, cool." He walks over to his terminal. "I'll get you some Mystery Offal. It's fresh and nonhuman. Doesn't look too pretty, but it's all clean and edible. My go-to meal, actually." A disposable metal sheet pan slides out on some rollers, filled with barely identifiable organs and off-cuts that happen to be made of edible material.
"Oh sweet. That's a nice stroke of luck!" You can assume they smile, even though you cant see their mouth. "She asked for mostly organs anyways"
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3 Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees (and hopefully more)
"'Kay, cool." He walks over to his terminal. "I'll get you some Mystery Offal. It's fresh and nonhuman. Doesn't look too pretty, but it's all clean and edible. My go-to meal, actually." A disposable metal sheet pan slides out on some rollers, filled with barely identifiable organs and off-cuts that happen to be made of edible material.
"Oh sweet. That's a nice stroke of luck!" You can assume they smile, even though you cant see their mouth. "She asked for mostly organs anyways"
"I'm sure she'll love it. Do you plan on cooking this, or leaving it raw? 'Cause I have recipes for both. Organs are harder to eat raw because of the compounds within them and their general toughness, but some seasonings and acids can really make them delicious. I've experimented with this stuff myself, and I cannot recommend it less. Let someone else do the hard part."
They nod, stroking their chin. "Sounds like a plan. Well, more of a wishlist, but I'll make do!" They laugh. "I love traps. Much better than full-on field battles or trench warfare." They shudder. "Ah, the trenches..."
"The trenches? You've been in the war?"
"As it turns out, you don't need a war. My male gene donor insists that it was at worst a skirmish. He's very upset that I survived. Especially after he had the dungeon all set up for my return." They giggle. "My life is not a fun topic."
"That sounds rough. I'm sorry."
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*He doesn't walk off into the void, he walks onto the dock*
The person in red bows to Samaritan. "A pleasure to meet you! I'm sorry for the intrusion, but I'm an admirer of yours and I couldn't afford to eat at your restaurant, as my funds go up to a shocking 0 copper coins." They pirouette. "I understand if you don't believe me, given my flamboyant manner of dress, but I stole this from my late mother's husband. He was quite affluent."
"Mn, you hungry?" He grumbles, tilting his head
"Always am. I assume it's something to do with my genealogy, as most humanoids would stop feeling the pangs after three days of starvation. I am a bit of a picky eater, you see..." He chuckles, then sighs. "I call myself a traveling gourmand, but that implies that I have a chance to try the food. Funny, isn't it?"
Samaritan huffs and opens the door to the kitchen "Come. No fool deserves to be hungry, I will make you something."
"As it turns out, you don't need a war. My male gene donor insists that it was at worst a skirmish. He's very upset that I survived. Especially after he had the dungeon all set up for my return." They giggle. "My life is not a fun topic."
"That sounds rough. I'm sorry."
"Ah, don't be. Once I become a hero, I'll build a band of adventurers and we'll march into his swampy little kingdom, and I'll become sovereign and fix his mistakes!" They cackle. "Sounds good, right?"
"Always am. I assume it's something to do with my genealogy, as most humanoids would stop feeling the pangs after three days of starvation. I am a bit of a picky eater, you see..." He chuckles, then sighs. "I call myself a traveling gourmand, but that implies that I have a chance to try the food. Funny, isn't it?"
Samaritan huffs and opens the door to the kitchen "Come. No fool deserves to be hungry, I will make you something."
"Well, if you insist..." They step inside, moving especially gracefully as to not disturb any cooks or objects.
Hello! Call me Gato or Mother (Cat in Spanish) My pronouns are They/them, but they can fluctuate. I am a teenage boy. I have ADHD, Depression, and anxiety. I'm also Genderfluid, Pansexual, and Aromantic, but this community means the world to me; you cannot change that about me ALL HAIL O_MERLIN_O. 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 adopted Golden andSalem they are my D&D child.
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"As it turns out, you don't need a war. My male gene donor insists that it was at worst a skirmish. He's very upset that I survived. Especially after he had the dungeon all set up for my return." They giggle. "My life is not a fun topic."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Samaritan watches and raises a brow behind his mask.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*He doesn't walk off into the void, he walks onto the dock*
The person in red bows to Samaritan. "A pleasure to meet you! I'm sorry for the intrusion, but I'm an admirer of yours and I couldn't afford to eat at your restaurant, as my funds go up to a shocking 0 copper coins." They pirouette. "I understand if you don't believe me, given my flamboyant manner of dress, but I stole this from my late mother's husband. He was quite affluent."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Mn, you hungry?" He grumbles, tilting his head
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
A teen in a baggy jacket and a painter's mask enters the store and starts looking around. The same strange symbol, a circle with an x through it, adorns their mask, the back of their jacket, even their skin; a miniature copy of the symbol peeking through a tear in their coat, glowing neon blue on their shoulder.
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees (and hopefully more)
"Always am. I assume it's something to do with my genealogy, as most humanoids would stop feeling the pangs after three days of starvation. I am a bit of a picky eater, you see..." He chuckles, then sighs. "I call myself a traveling gourmand, but that implies that I have a chance to try the food. Funny, isn't it?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The barista, a tired, one-eyed strugel, waves to them. "Hey there. Our cuisiner is out at the moment, but I can help you find anything you might need. Coffee?" He places a black coffee on the counter.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"No thanks," they shake their head, their spiky magenta hair flopping to one side. "I got a weird request though. You guys sell groceries, right?"
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees (and hopefully more)
"Yup. All sorts. We also have a hardware section... somewhere." He looks out at the aisles and scratches his head. "I got a screwdriver here once, I'm sure."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
They don't skip a beat, nodding and leaning on the counter. "So I need some raw meat." Their painter's mask subtly glows with every word they say.
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees (and hopefully more)
"Oh, yeah, we got a ton of that. Seafood too. What kind of meat you looking for? Just any?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Not human," They shrug. "And it's gotta be fresh, whatever it is."
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees (and hopefully more)
"'Kay, cool." He walks over to his terminal. "I'll get you some Mystery Offal. It's fresh and nonhuman. Doesn't look too pretty, but it's all clean and edible. My go-to meal, actually." A disposable metal sheet pan slides out on some rollers, filled with barely identifiable organs and off-cuts that happen to be made of edible material.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Oh sweet. That's a nice stroke of luck!" You can assume they smile, even though you cant see their mouth. "She asked for mostly organs anyways"
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees (and hopefully more)
"I'm sure she'll love it. Do you plan on cooking this, or leaving it raw? 'Cause I have recipes for both. Organs are harder to eat raw because of the compounds within them and their general toughness, but some seasonings and acids can really make them delicious. I've experimented with this stuff myself, and I cannot recommend it less. Let someone else do the hard part."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"That sounds rough. I'm sorry."
wes (he/him) – DM, romantic, a little bit eldritch
The Soft in the Storm, your Friendly Neighborhood Storysmith
re-entering my emo arc
you’re all really cool – know that please
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Samaritan huffs and opens the door to the kitchen "Come. No fool deserves to be hungry, I will make you something."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Ah, don't be. Once I become a hero, I'll build a band of adventurers and we'll march into his swampy little kingdom, and I'll become sovereign and fix his mistakes!" They cackle. "Sounds good, right?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Well, if you insist..." They step inside, moving especially gracefully as to not disturb any cooks or objects.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I might join this, btw*
Hello! Call me Gato or Mother (Cat in Spanish)
My pronouns are They/them, but they can fluctuate.
I am a teenage boy. I have ADHD, Depression, and anxiety. I'm also Genderfluid, Pansexual, and Aromantic,
but this community means the world to me; you cannot change that about me
ALL HAIL O_MERLIN_O. 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 adopted Golden andSalem they are my D&D child.