An old human veteran (looks like he's in his 60s) with a scarf covering his mouth is walking toward the Nameless, leaning heavily on a walking stick made out of a pick handle. Centipedes, arachnids, and various insects scuttle out of their hiding places to watch him, but do not approach. He has pale irises, but otherwise looks normal, if a little thin, for his age.
A man, who seems to be larger than the average, walks towards them, and says "Hello," in a particularly deep voice
The veteran looks up at him. "Do you need help with something, son?" He offers the big man a full-sized chocolate bar.
"Yes, would you know where the find the nearest tavern?"
*Okay, Tana, you're not inputting anything to the RP. I feel like I keep prompting you to do something or share something, and you aren't receptive to it.*
*Okay, Tana, you're not inputting anything to the RP. I feel like I keep prompting you to do something or share something, and you aren't receptive to it.*
*Okay, Tana, you're not inputting anything to the RP. I feel like I keep prompting you to do something or share something, and you aren't receptive to it.*
*What would you suggest me to do?*
*Be more proactive, I guess. Your character should want something, or be interested in something, or perform some kind of action. What you're doing right now is forcing me to come up with something to say over and over, then not doing anything with what I say.*
*Roleplay is basically improv. Have you heard of the "yes, and" principle?*
*Okay, Tana, you're not inputting anything to the RP. I feel like I keep prompting you to do something or share something, and you aren't receptive to it.*
*What would you suggest me to do?*
*hi, ik im not baal but i had the same problem w/ you. no offense here, but we shouldnt have to prompt you as much with roleplaying, and as i said earlier its like pulling teeth to get you to respond in a way that continues the thing*
a small goose-like figure waddled towards the nameless inn, roughly two and a half feet tall with a tophat, a shotgun and rifle strapped to his back, a butter knife in his belt, and his eyes a pure empty black, though not void of intelligence.
A human figure in spacesuit with military regalia and a prosthetic arm (with what appears to be a shotgun instead of a hand at the end) walks into the bar and sits down in a dark corner without any word. He carries himself like a man of important rank, most likely an interstellar military commander. Why a man of such regard would be in a bar? Well, I don’t know.
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I am the Sturgeon Man, AKA Sturgeon Dan.
With my Sturgeon Band, we’ll conquer the Sturgeon Land!
With my Sturgeon Bars, and m’ boy Bruno Mars,
The Sturgeon Dudes will send you Sturgeon [REDACTED]!
A human figure in spacesuit with military regalia and a prosthetic arm (with what appears to be a shotgun instead of a hand at the end) walks into the bar and sits down in a dark corner without any word. He carries himself like a man of important rank, most likely an interstellar military commander. Why a man of such regard would be in a bar? Well, I don’t know.
the "goose" wadled in, the rifle and shotgun on his back nearly as long as he is tall gleam in the light slighty, as does the butter knife at his belt. as he does he looks over the room, his eyes wary, though where he is looking exactly is unknown as his pupils blend into the iris, causing only the general direction to be known via his head direction
A human figure in spacesuit with military regalia and a prosthetic arm (with what appears to be a shotgun instead of a hand at the end) walks into the bar and sits down in a dark corner without any word. He carries himself like a man of important rank, most likely an interstellar military commander. Why a man of such regard would be in a bar? Well, I don’t know.
A large centipede crawls across his remaining hand.
A human figure in spacesuit with military regalia and a prosthetic arm (with what appears to be a shotgun instead of a hand at the end) walks into the bar and sits down in a dark corner without any word. He carries himself like a man of important rank, most likely an interstellar military commander. Why a man of such regard would be in a bar? Well, I don’t know.
the "goose" wadled in, the rifle and shotgun on his back nearly as long as he is tall gleam in the light slighty, as does the butter knife at his belt. as he does he looks over the room, his eyes wary, though where he is looking exactly is unknown as his pupils blend into the iris, causing only the general direction to be known via his head direction
The figure waves him over.
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I am the Sturgeon Man, AKA Sturgeon Dan.
With my Sturgeon Band, we’ll conquer the Sturgeon Land!
With my Sturgeon Bars, and m’ boy Bruno Mars,
The Sturgeon Dudes will send you Sturgeon [REDACTED]!
A human figure in spacesuit with military regalia and a prosthetic arm (with what appears to be a shotgun instead of a hand at the end) walks into the bar and sits down in a dark corner without any word. He carries himself like a man of important rank, most likely an interstellar military commander. Why a man of such regard would be in a bar? Well, I don’t know.
A large centipede crawls across his remaining hand.
The old veteran is watching from across the room.
The figure waves him over too.
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I am the Sturgeon Man, AKA Sturgeon Dan.
With my Sturgeon Band, we’ll conquer the Sturgeon Land!
With my Sturgeon Bars, and m’ boy Bruno Mars,
The Sturgeon Dudes will send you Sturgeon [REDACTED]!
A human figure in spacesuit with military regalia and a prosthetic arm (with what appears to be a shotgun instead of a hand at the end) walks into the bar and sits down in a dark corner without any word. He carries himself like a man of important rank, most likely an interstellar military commander. Why a man of such regard would be in a bar? Well, I don’t know.
the "goose" wadled in, the rifle and shotgun on his back nearly as long as he is tall gleam in the light slighty, as does the butter knife at his belt. as he does he looks over the room, his eyes wary, though where he is looking exactly is unknown as his pupils blend into the iris, causing only the general direction to be known via his head direction
The figure waves him over.
the goose hesitated, glancing at the arm, before seemingly reluctantly wadling over, his pure black eyes revealing nothing "yes?" his voice was... oddly proper. the top hat shifted slightly on his head, though stayed
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he/him|call me Chara (more known), or void
PM me the word AVACADO
LORD AND MASTER OF THE VOID.
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"Yes, would you know where the find the nearest tavern?"
Hello! Call me Tana
My pronouns are anything other than he/him
I have Autism. And, you would probably call me Trans Femme, Pansexual pancake, and Ace
I will always support you. Because that is my way of showing how much I care
Current Dice Code: [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] = [roll][roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Current List of Children: Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, and Foalin.
He nods. "I'm heading that way now, actually. Would you like to join me?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Sure!"
Hello! Call me Tana
My pronouns are anything other than he/him
I have Autism. And, you would probably call me Trans Femme, Pansexual pancake, and Ace
I will always support you. Because that is my way of showing how much I care
Current Dice Code: [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] = [roll][roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Current List of Children: Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, and Foalin.
The old man continues on his way, gesturing gently for the larger man to follow. More bugs gather to watch the two.
"So, are you new here?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Yeah," They follow behind them
Hello! Call me Tana
My pronouns are anything other than he/him
I have Autism. And, you would probably call me Trans Femme, Pansexual pancake, and Ace
I will always support you. Because that is my way of showing how much I care
Current Dice Code: [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] = [roll][roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Current List of Children: Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, and Foalin.
*Okay, Tana, you're not inputting anything to the RP. I feel like I keep prompting you to do something or share something, and you aren't receptive to it.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*What would you suggest me to do?*
Hello! Call me Tana
My pronouns are anything other than he/him
I have Autism. And, you would probably call me Trans Femme, Pansexual pancake, and Ace
I will always support you. Because that is my way of showing how much I care
Current Dice Code: [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] = [roll][roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Current List of Children: Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, and Foalin.
*Be more proactive, I guess. Your character should want something, or be interested in something, or perform some kind of action. What you're doing right now is forcing me to come up with something to say over and over, then not doing anything with what I say.*
*Roleplay is basically improv. Have you heard of the "yes, and" principle?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*hi, ik im not baal but i had the same problem w/ you. no offense here, but we shouldnt have to prompt you as much with roleplaying, and as i said earlier its like pulling teeth to get you to respond in a way that continues the thing*
he/him|call me Chara (more known), or void
PM me the word AVACADO
LORD AND MASTER OF THE VOID.
*I'll try to be better in the future*
Hello! Call me Tana
My pronouns are anything other than he/him
I have Autism. And, you would probably call me Trans Femme, Pansexual pancake, and Ace
I will always support you. Because that is my way of showing how much I care
Current Dice Code: [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] = [roll][roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Current List of Children: Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, and Foalin.
he/him|call me Chara (more known), or void
PM me the word AVACADO
LORD AND MASTER OF THE VOID.
*It's not about "being" better. You're a good person, and I love you for that.*
*It's about doing better. Failing to do something is not a state of being.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*agreed*
he/him|call me Chara (more known), or void
PM me the word AVACADO
LORD AND MASTER OF THE VOID.
*I wrote that badly.*
Hello! Call me Tana
My pronouns are anything other than he/him
I have Autism. And, you would probably call me Trans Femme, Pansexual pancake, and Ace
I will always support you. Because that is my way of showing how much I care
Current Dice Code: [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] = [roll][roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Current List of Children: Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, and Foalin.
A human figure in spacesuit with military regalia and a prosthetic arm (with what appears to be a shotgun instead of a hand at the end) walks into the bar and sits down in a dark corner without any word. He carries himself like a man of important rank, most likely an interstellar military commander. Why a man of such regard would be in a bar? Well, I don’t know.
I am the Sturgeon Man, AKA Sturgeon Dan.
With my Sturgeon Band, we’ll conquer the Sturgeon Land!
With my Sturgeon Bars, and m’ boy Bruno Mars,
The Sturgeon Dudes will send you Sturgeon [REDACTED]!
the "goose" wadled in, the rifle and shotgun on his back nearly as long as he is tall gleam in the light slighty, as does the butter knife at his belt. as he does he looks over the room, his eyes wary, though where he is looking exactly is unknown as his pupils blend into the iris, causing only the general direction to be known via his head direction
he/him|call me Chara (more known), or void
PM me the word AVACADO
LORD AND MASTER OF THE VOID.
A large centipede crawls across his remaining hand.
The old veteran is watching from across the room.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The figure waves him over.
I am the Sturgeon Man, AKA Sturgeon Dan.
With my Sturgeon Band, we’ll conquer the Sturgeon Land!
With my Sturgeon Bars, and m’ boy Bruno Mars,
The Sturgeon Dudes will send you Sturgeon [REDACTED]!
The figure waves him over too.
I am the Sturgeon Man, AKA Sturgeon Dan.
With my Sturgeon Band, we’ll conquer the Sturgeon Land!
With my Sturgeon Bars, and m’ boy Bruno Mars,
The Sturgeon Dudes will send you Sturgeon [REDACTED]!
the goose hesitated, glancing at the arm, before seemingly reluctantly wadling over, his pure black eyes revealing nothing "yes?" his voice was... oddly proper. the top hat shifted slightly on his head, though stayed
he/him|call me Chara (more known), or void
PM me the word AVACADO
LORD AND MASTER OF THE VOID.