A scruffy-looking pirate strides into the tavern. He's tall and thin and looks like he hasn't washed in weeks. 'Be there folks here looking for a crew?'
the old man says, “Aye, if your willing to help me perform the hardest task ever known to mankind.”
'And what be that? I've had me fair share of hard tasks'
The old man laughs so hard the milk he was drinking spurts out of his nose (don’t you hate that?)
”oh this is nothing like anything you’ve ever done before…I need to milk the Devourer
'Ya crazy or something? Nah, I can't help ya do that. I just got a new boat, it's pretty nice, fast, to outrun the Devourer. But I ain't gonna go approach it'
“I just need you to drop me off within 500 feet or so, ill take it from there.”
A scruffy-looking pirate strides into the tavern. He's tall and thin and looks like he hasn't washed in weeks. 'Be there folks here looking for a crew?'
the old man says, “Aye, if your willing to help me perform the hardest task ever known to mankind.”
'And what be that? I've had me fair share of hard tasks'
The old man laughs so hard the milk he was drinking spurts out of his nose (don’t you hate that?)
”oh this is nothing like anything you’ve ever done before…I need to milk the Devourer
'Ya crazy or something? Nah, I can't help ya do that. I just got a new boat, it's pretty nice, fast, to outrun the Devourer. But I ain't gonna go approach it'
“I just need you to drop me off within 500 feet or so, ill take it from there.”
'Sure, sure. I can try me best. Ya even know if it has milk? Fish don't milk'
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You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
A scruffy-looking pirate strides into the tavern. He's tall and thin and looks like he hasn't washed in weeks. 'Be there folks here looking for a crew?'
the old man says, “Aye, if your willing to help me perform the hardest task ever known to mankind.”
'And what be that? I've had me fair share of hard tasks'
The old man laughs so hard the milk he was drinking spurts out of his nose (don’t you hate that?)
”oh this is nothing like anything you’ve ever done before…I need to milk the Devourer
'Ya crazy or something? Nah, I can't help ya do that. I just got a new boat, it's pretty nice, fast, to outrun the Devourer. But I ain't gonna go approach it'
“I just need you to drop me off within 500 feet or so, ill take it from there.”
'Sure, sure. I can try me best. Ya even know if it has milk? Fish don't milk'
“Did you just ask me, the Last Lactomancer, if I know if it has milk?”
”Ive milked every legendary creature in existence except for the Tarrasque, an Empyrean, A Solar, and a non-bovine Animal Lord!”
A scruffy-looking pirate strides into the tavern. He's tall and thin and looks like he hasn't washed in weeks. 'Be there folks here looking for a crew?'
the old man says, “Aye, if your willing to help me perform the hardest task ever known to mankind.”
'And what be that? I've had me fair share of hard tasks'
The old man laughs so hard the milk he was drinking spurts out of his nose (don’t you hate that?)
”oh this is nothing like anything you’ve ever done before…I need to milk the Devourer
'Ya crazy or something? Nah, I can't help ya do that. I just got a new boat, it's pretty nice, fast, to outrun the Devourer. But I ain't gonna go approach it'
“I just need you to drop me off within 500 feet or so, ill take it from there.”
'Sure, sure. I can try me best. Ya even know if it has milk? Fish don't milk'
“Did you just ask me, the Last Lactomancer, if I know if it has milk?”
”Ive milked every legendary creature in existence except for the Tarrasque, an Empyrean, A Solar, and a non-bovine Animal Lord!”
'Sure ye have, buddy. I don't wanna think about how ye did that'
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You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
Avery ‘The Swordfish,’ Saltspite is overseeing her crew restock the supply of cannonballs, gunpowder, and other explosives onto her galleon. No food, however. She is on the dock beside the vessel, The Lamprey’s Teeth, examining a map of the archipelago. Circled on one point of the map is a small ship graveyard, remnants of a sea battle a decade back that sunk three ships in shallow water. It’s close to a Navy Fort- within line of sight from the tallest point- and a bit of a sail aways from Pirate’s rest. She talks something over with another woman, possibly her first mate.
the entire ship smells of rot and decay, though the vessel itself seems to be in rather good condition. Next to Avery on top of a barrel are schematics for the ship, probably there in case it needs repairs… or upgrades.
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “I don’t know why Pretty boy is an insult. I’m the prettiest boy in this goddamn town.”
_-One more time, for the Money- Two Time, for the Love- Three time, for the Beauty, these are the things that dreams are made of-_
_-At The First Thanksgiving-__-Official Harbinger of Mariah Carey-__-Secretly Mrs. Claus-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
Avery ‘The Swordfish,’ Saltspite is overseeing her crew restock the supply of cannonballs, gunpowder, and other explosives onto her galleon. No food, however. She is on the dock beside the vessel, The Lamprey’s Teeth, examining a map of the archipelago. Circled on one point of the map is a small ship graveyard, remnants of a sea battle a decade back that sunk three ships in shallow water. It’s close to a Navy Fort- within line of sight from the tallest point- and a bit of a sail aways from Pirate’s rest. She talks something over with another woman, possibly her first mate.
the entire ship smells of rot and decay, though the vessel itself seems to be in rather good condition. Next to Avery on top of a barrel are schematics for the ship, probably there in case it needs repairs… or upgrades.
A bumbling old mage in gray robes and pink/orange striped trousers approaches you, falls through a loose plank in the dock, drowns, is resurrected by a passing angel, and stops in front of you.
Avery ‘The Swordfish,’ Saltspite is overseeing her crew restock the supply of cannonballs, gunpowder, and other explosives onto her galleon. No food, however. She is on the dock beside the vessel, The Lamprey’s Teeth, examining a map of the archipelago. Circled on one point of the map is a small ship graveyard, remnants of a sea battle a decade back that sunk three ships in shallow water. It’s close to a Navy Fort- within line of sight from the tallest point- and a bit of a sail aways from Pirate’s rest. She talks something over with another woman, possibly her first mate.
the entire ship smells of rot and decay, though the vessel itself seems to be in rather good condition. Next to Avery on top of a barrel are schematics for the ship, probably there in case it needs repairs… or upgrades.
A bumbling old mage in gray robes and pink/orange striped trousers approaches you, falls through a loose plank in the dock, drowns, is resurrected by a passing angel, and stops in front of you.
”Hello!”
Avery Saltspite scowls.
”what business do you have ‘ere?” Her hand is on her spear. She seems unfazed by his death and subsequent resurrection.
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “I don’t know why Pretty boy is an insult. I’m the prettiest boy in this goddamn town.”
_-One more time, for the Money- Two Time, for the Love- Three time, for the Beauty, these are the things that dreams are made of-_
_-At The First Thanksgiving-__-Official Harbinger of Mariah Carey-__-Secretly Mrs. Claus-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
Avery ‘The Swordfish,’ Saltspite is overseeing her crew restock the supply of cannonballs, gunpowder, and other explosives onto her galleon. No food, however. She is on the dock beside the vessel, The Lamprey’s Teeth, examining a map of the archipelago. Circled on one point of the map is a small ship graveyard, remnants of a sea battle a decade back that sunk three ships in shallow water. It’s close to a Navy Fort- within line of sight from the tallest point- and a bit of a sail aways from Pirate’s rest. She talks something over with another woman, possibly her first mate.
the entire ship smells of rot and decay, though the vessel itself seems to be in rather good condition. Next to Avery on top of a barrel are schematics for the ship, probably there in case it needs repairs… or upgrades.
A bumbling old mage in gray robes and pink/orange striped trousers approaches you, falls through a loose plank in the dock, drowns, is resurrected by a passing angel, and stops in front of you.
”Hello!”
Avery Saltspite scowls.
”what business do you have ‘ere?” Her hand is on her spear. She seems unfazed by his death and subsequent resurrection.
gulp
”I was just wondering if you needed a mages hand in performing any repairs, upgrades, explosions, etc to your ship! I’m bored, so ill gladly assist, if such is needed.”
A bird hits him in the face, and he falls into the water, drowns, but is resurrected by a passing angel again, who he gets hit in the face by.
*Sure! I sort of want to make a character for this*
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Hello! Call meTana. My pronouns are She/Her. I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, Pansexual pancake, and ace I will mother you if you are being stupid. ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
A small shack stands at the docks, the people inside cooking whatever food the workers bring them. There's even a tourist or two getting in on it. The the lead cook is a shark-like humanoid with a surprisingly average build and height. They wear a surgical mask and a wet leather apron. They use as few knives as possible, having pared their collection down to three: an oyster knife, a chef's knife, and an extremely large, sturdy cleaver, which saw the most use out of the three. They also had a pair of long, thick tweezers and a pair of kitchen shears. Said cook has a name tag that simply reads "Wage Slave," and they work ceaselessly, tirelessly, emotionlessly. Several other employees stand around the back, smoking cigarettes and chatting as they lean against the counters. They each have at least one Employee of the Month picture on the wall. The shark person has none.
A small shack stands at the docks, the people inside cooking whatever food the workers bring them. There's even a tourist or two getting in on it. The the lead cook is a shark-like humanoid with a surprisingly average build and height. They wear a surgical mask and a wet leather apron. They use as few knives as possible, having pared their collection down to three: an oyster knife, a chef's knife, and an extremely large, sturdy cleaver, which saw the most use out of the three. They also had a pair of long, thick tweezers and a pair of kitchen shears. Said cook has a name tag that simply reads "Wage Slave," and they work ceaselessly, tirelessly, emotionlessly. Several other employees stand around the back, smoking cigarettes and chatting as they lean against the counters. They each have at least one Employee of the Month picture on the wall. The shark person has none.
A bumbling old mage approaches, collapses into the shack and dies, but is ressurected by a passing angel, who collapses into the shack, causing it to collapse on Geluk, who dies.
The shack is instantly rebuilt by the god of architecture, and Geluk is revived again.
A small shack stands at the docks, the people inside cooking whatever food the workers bring them. There's even a tourist or two getting in on it. The the lead cook is a shark-like humanoid with a surprisingly average build and height. They wear a surgical mask and a wet leather apron. They use as few knives as possible, having pared their collection down to three: an oyster knife, a chef's knife, and an extremely large, sturdy cleaver, which saw the most use out of the three. They also had a pair of long, thick tweezers and a pair of kitchen shears. Said cook has a name tag that simply reads "Wage Slave," and they work ceaselessly, tirelessly, emotionlessly. Several other employees stand around the back, smoking cigarettes and chatting as they lean against the counters. They each have at least one Employee of the Month picture on the wall. The shark person has none.
A small person walks towards the shack, after walking into a shadow, disappears, and then appears in a shadow sixty feet away, then repeats it and appears next to the Wage Slave, saying "You do know how wrong this is? should I fix that for you?" There voice is much higher than it should be, and as you look, they rest their hand against the wall behind then, as well as their back, and you see that their hand appears to be in a small wrap
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Hello! Call meTana. My pronouns are She/Her. I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, Pansexual pancake, and ace I will mother you if you are being stupid. ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
A small shack stands at the docks, the people inside cooking whatever food the workers bring them. There's even a tourist or two getting in on it. The the lead cook is a shark-like humanoid with a surprisingly average build and height. They wear a surgical mask and a wet leather apron. They use as few knives as possible, having pared their collection down to three: an oyster knife, a chef's knife, and an extremely large, sturdy cleaver, which saw the most use out of the three. They also had a pair of long, thick tweezers and a pair of kitchen shears. Said cook has a name tag that simply reads "Wage Slave," and they work ceaselessly, tirelessly, emotionlessly. Several other employees stand around the back, smoking cigarettes and chatting as they lean against the counters. They each have at least one Employee of the Month picture on the wall. The shark person has none.
A small person walks towards the shack, after walking into a shadow, disappears, and then appears in a shadow sixty feet away, then repeats it and appears next to the Wage Slave, saying "You do know how wrong this is? should I fix that for you?" There voice is much higher than it should be, and as you look, they rest their hand against the wall behind then, as well as their back, and you see that their hand appears to be in a small wrap
Geluk is still confused, saying, “Hello!? I would like to order a McWhopper with CFK Sauce!”
A small shack stands at the docks, the people inside cooking whatever food the workers bring them. There's even a tourist or two getting in on it. The the lead cook is a shark-like humanoid with a surprisingly average build and height. They wear a surgical mask and a wet leather apron. They use as few knives as possible, having pared their collection down to three: an oyster knife, a chef's knife, and an extremely large, sturdy cleaver, which saw the most use out of the three. They also had a pair of long, thick tweezers and a pair of kitchen shears. Said cook has a name tag that simply reads "Wage Slave," and they work ceaselessly, tirelessly, emotionlessly. Several other employees stand around the back, smoking cigarettes and chatting as they lean against the counters. They each have at least one Employee of the Month picture on the wall. The shark person has none.
A small person walks towards the shack, after walking into a shadow, disappears, and then appears in a shadow sixty feet away, then repeats it and appears next to the Wage Slave, saying "You do know how wrong this is? should I fix that for you?" There voice is much higher than it should be, and as you look, they rest their hand against the wall behind then, as well as their back, and you see that their hand appears to be in a small wrap
Geluk is still confused, saying, “Hello!? I would like to order a McWhopper with CFK Sauce!”
*That was directed towards Baalze*
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Hello! Call meTana. My pronouns are She/Her. I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, Pansexual pancake, and ace I will mother you if you are being stupid. ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
A small shack stands at the docks, the people inside cooking whatever food the workers bring them. There's even a tourist or two getting in on it. The the lead cook is a shark-like humanoid with a surprisingly average build and height. They wear a surgical mask and a wet leather apron. They use as few knives as possible, having pared their collection down to three: an oyster knife, a chef's knife, and an extremely large, sturdy cleaver, which saw the most use out of the three. They also had a pair of long, thick tweezers and a pair of kitchen shears. Said cook has a name tag that simply reads "Wage Slave," and they work ceaselessly, tirelessly, emotionlessly. Several other employees stand around the back, smoking cigarettes and chatting as they lean against the counters. They each have at least one Employee of the Month picture on the wall. The shark person has none.
A small person walks towards the shack, after walking into a shadow, disappears, and then appears in a shadow sixty feet away, then repeats it and appears next to the Wage Slave, saying "You do know how wrong this is? should I fix that for you?" There voice is much higher than it should be, and as you look, they rest their hand against the wall behind then, as well as their back, and you see that their hand appears to be in a small wrap
Geluk is still confused, saying, “Hello!? I would like to order a McWhopper with CFK Sauce!”
*That was directed towards Baalze*
*well I am still trying to order, I’m directing it towards Wage Slave, your quote just snuck in there i guess*
A small shack stands at the docks, the people inside cooking whatever food the workers bring them. There's even a tourist or two getting in on it. The the lead cook is a shark-like humanoid with a surprisingly average build and height. They wear a surgical mask and a wet leather apron. They use as few knives as possible, having pared their collection down to three: an oyster knife, a chef's knife, and an extremely large, sturdy cleaver, which saw the most use out of the three. They also had a pair of long, thick tweezers and a pair of kitchen shears. Said cook has a name tag that simply reads "Wage Slave," and they work ceaselessly, tirelessly, emotionlessly. Several other employees stand around the back, smoking cigarettes and chatting as they lean against the counters. They each have at least one Employee of the Month picture on the wall. The shark person has none.
A small person walks towards the shack, after walking into a shadow, disappears, and then appears in a shadow sixty feet away, then repeats it and appears next to the Wage Slave, saying "You do know how wrong this is? should I fix that for you?" There voice is much higher than it should be, and as you look, they rest their hand against the wall behind then, as well as their back, and you see that their hand appears to be in a small wrap
Geluk is still confused, saying, “Hello!? I would like to order a McWhopper with CFK Sauce!”
*That was directed towards Baalze*
*well I am still trying to order, I’m directing it towards Wage Slave, your quote just snuck in there i guess*
*Ah, okay*
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Hello! Call meTana. My pronouns are She/Her. I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, Pansexual pancake, and ace I will mother you if you are being stupid. ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
A small shack stands at the docks, the people inside cooking whatever food the workers bring them. There's even a tourist or two getting in on it. The the lead cook is a shark-like humanoid with a surprisingly average build and height. They wear a surgical mask and a wet leather apron. They use as few knives as possible, having pared their collection down to three: an oyster knife, a chef's knife, and an extremely large, sturdy cleaver, which saw the most use out of the three. They also had a pair of long, thick tweezers and a pair of kitchen shears. Said cook has a name tag that simply reads "Wage Slave," and they work ceaselessly, tirelessly, emotionlessly. Several other employees stand around the back, smoking cigarettes and chatting as they lean against the counters. They each have at least one Employee of the Month picture on the wall. The shark person has none.
A small person walks towards the shack, after walking into a shadow, disappears, and then appears in a shadow sixty feet away, then repeats it and appears next to the Wage Slave, saying "You do know how wrong this is? should I fix that for you?" There voice is much higher than it should be, and as you look, they rest their hand against the wall behind then, as well as their back, and you see that their hand appears to be in a small wrap
The sea cambion looks up, eyes tired and unfocused, almost looking like those of a dead fish. "Hello there. May I take your order?"
They don't seem to be fully aware of the situation.
A small shack stands at the docks, the people inside cooking whatever food the workers bring them. There's even a tourist or two getting in on it. The the lead cook is a shark-like humanoid with a surprisingly average build and height. They wear a surgical mask and a wet leather apron. They use as few knives as possible, having pared their collection down to three: an oyster knife, a chef's knife, and an extremely large, sturdy cleaver, which saw the most use out of the three. They also had a pair of long, thick tweezers and a pair of kitchen shears. Said cook has a name tag that simply reads "Wage Slave," and they work ceaselessly, tirelessly, emotionlessly. Several other employees stand around the back, smoking cigarettes and chatting as they lean against the counters. They each have at least one Employee of the Month picture on the wall. The shark person has none.
A small person walks towards the shack, after walking into a shadow, disappears, and then appears in a shadow sixty feet away, then repeats it and appears next to the Wage Slave, saying "You do know how wrong this is? should I fix that for you?" There voice is much higher than it should be, and as you look, they rest their hand against the wall behind then, as well as their back, and you see that their hand appears to be in a small wrap
The sea cambion looks up, eyes tired and unfocused, almost looking like those of a dead fish. "Hello there. May I take your order?"
They don't seem to be fully aware of the situation.
Geluk, completely ignored, says “I WOULD LIKE A MCWHOPPER WITH CFK SAUCE AND A LARGE WAFF—!”
Geluk gets hit in the face with a bird, falls into the ocean and drowns.
“I just need you to drop me off within 500 feet or so, ill take it from there.”
…and his brother loved worms. AVACADO
'Sure, sure. I can try me best. Ya even know if it has milk? Fish don't milk'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
“Did you just ask me, the Last Lactomancer, if I know if it has milk?”
”Ive milked every legendary creature in existence except for the Tarrasque, an Empyrean, A Solar, and a non-bovine Animal Lord!”
…and his brother loved worms. AVACADO
'Sure ye have, buddy. I don't wanna think about how ye did that'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
The old man (who you can identify as Lactonius VII if you don’t live under a rock) says, “You doubt my claims, sir?”
He pulls a gargantuan milk-stained tome titled “On The Lactic Productions of Mythical Creatures Material and Extraplanar Alike” from his robes.
”Thi is one of my books on magical milk, you’ll see in Chapter 19F that the research checks out with Formula 37 and the graph depicted in Image 184B.”
…and his brother loved worms. AVACADO
Avery ‘The Swordfish,’ Saltspite is overseeing her crew restock the supply of cannonballs, gunpowder, and other explosives onto her galleon. No food, however. She is on the dock beside the vessel, The Lamprey’s Teeth, examining a map of the archipelago. Circled on one point of the map is a small ship graveyard, remnants of a sea battle a decade back that sunk three ships in shallow water. It’s close to a Navy Fort- within line of sight from the tallest point- and a bit of a sail aways from Pirate’s rest. She talks something over with another woman, possibly her first mate.
the entire ship smells of rot and decay, though the vessel itself seems to be in rather good condition. Next to Avery on top of a barrel are schematics for the ship, probably there in case it needs repairs… or upgrades.
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “I don’t know why Pretty boy is an insult. I’m the prettiest boy in this goddamn town.”
_-One more time, for the Money- Two Time, for the Love- Three time, for the Beauty, these are the things that dreams are made of-_
_-At The First Thanksgiving-_ _-Official Harbinger of Mariah Carey-_ _-Secretly Mrs. Claus-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
A bumbling old mage in gray robes and pink/orange striped trousers approaches you, falls through a loose plank in the dock, drowns, is resurrected by a passing angel, and stops in front of you.
”Hello!”
…and his brother loved worms. AVACADO
Avery Saltspite scowls.
”what business do you have ‘ere?” Her hand is on her spear. She seems unfazed by his death and subsequent resurrection.
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “I don’t know why Pretty boy is an insult. I’m the prettiest boy in this goddamn town.”
_-One more time, for the Money- Two Time, for the Love- Three time, for the Beauty, these are the things that dreams are made of-_
_-At The First Thanksgiving-_ _-Official Harbinger of Mariah Carey-_ _-Secretly Mrs. Claus-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
gulp
”I was just wondering if you needed a mages hand in performing any repairs, upgrades, explosions, etc to your ship! I’m bored, so ill gladly assist, if such is needed.”
A bird hits him in the face, and he falls into the water, drowns, but is resurrected by a passing angel again, who he gets hit in the face by.
…and his brother loved worms. AVACADO
*Hmmm... should I intro Wage Slave here?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Sure! I sort of want to make a character for this*
Hello! Call me Tana.
My pronouns are She/Her.
I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, Pansexual pancake, and ace
I will mother you if you are being stupid.
ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
A small shack stands at the docks, the people inside cooking whatever food the workers bring them. There's even a tourist or two getting in on it.
The the lead cook is a shark-like humanoid with a surprisingly average build and height. They wear a surgical mask and a wet leather apron. They use as few knives as possible, having pared their collection down to three: an oyster knife, a chef's knife, and an extremely large, sturdy cleaver, which saw the most use out of the three. They also had a pair of long, thick tweezers and a pair of kitchen shears.
Said cook has a name tag that simply reads "Wage Slave," and they work ceaselessly, tirelessly, emotionlessly.
Several other employees stand around the back, smoking cigarettes and chatting as they lean against the counters. They each have at least one Employee of the Month picture on the wall. The shark person has none.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
A bumbling old mage approaches, collapses into the shack and dies, but is ressurected by a passing angel, who collapses into the shack, causing it to collapse on Geluk, who dies.
The shack is instantly rebuilt by the god of architecture, and Geluk is revived again.
Geluk says, “Hello! Is this Dairy King?”
…and his brother loved worms. AVACADO
A small person walks towards the shack, after walking into a shadow, disappears, and then appears in a shadow sixty feet away, then repeats it and appears next to the Wage Slave, saying "You do know how wrong this is? should I fix that for you?" There voice is much higher than it should be, and as you look, they rest their hand against the wall behind then, as well as their back, and you see that their hand appears to be in a small wrap
Hello! Call me Tana.
My pronouns are She/Her.
I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, Pansexual pancake, and ace
I will mother you if you are being stupid.
ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
Geluk is still confused, saying, “Hello!? I would like to order a McWhopper with CFK Sauce!”
…and his brother loved worms. AVACADO
*That was directed towards Baalze*
Hello! Call me Tana.
My pronouns are She/Her.
I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, Pansexual pancake, and ace
I will mother you if you are being stupid.
ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
*well I am still trying to order, I’m directing it towards Wage Slave, your quote just snuck in there i guess*
…and his brother loved worms. AVACADO
*Ah, okay*
Hello! Call me Tana.
My pronouns are She/Her.
I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, Pansexual pancake, and ace
I will mother you if you are being stupid.
ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
The sea cambion looks up, eyes tired and unfocused, almost looking like those of a dead fish. "Hello there. May I take your order?"
They don't seem to be fully aware of the situation.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Geluk, completely ignored, says “I WOULD LIKE A MCWHOPPER WITH CFK SAUCE AND A LARGE WAFF—!”
Geluk gets hit in the face with a bird, falls into the ocean and drowns.
…and his brother loved worms. AVACADO