Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
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The fluffy creature adjusts his cartoonish skull mask. "Not wizard work. You need a witch, cleric, or surgeon." He takes out a medical kit from under the counter. "You know your height and weight? I may need to eyeball this if not."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"You're a s-surgeon? Are you properly...uh...certified? Do you have a doctorate? Are your tools properly sterilized?" He seems to have a lot of questions, but he then sighs again, resigned. "I don't know if it'll work, anyway. My wife told me I was becoming a pig, and now...I might be turning into one. The ears will probably grow back, and I don't want to waste your time."
Wes (he/him): 14 y/o bisected bisexual + general f*ckup
For what? For what? For what it's worth
There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down
I am currently on an exchange trip, sporadic posting for 2 weeks
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He chuckles in response. "That's different, then. A genetic curse." He looks through several syringes with bright colors that seem to imply some sort of danger. "To answer your questions, no, no, no, and no." He closes the case and puts it away. "I don't think I have anything for you. How about you sit down and chat? I don't know who's after you, but I think it's a stretch to think they'll attack a Tower cook."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Heh," he replies. "So what is this place, really? I was told something about Pig Barons...?" Shrugging, he tousles his hair again, hiding the flashes of curly pink. "I'm...just a unwary accountant, man. I don't know what's going on. Like...is this a culinary rebellion or...?" He leaves the question unfinished, not finding words. "...what?"
Wes (he/him): 14 y/o bisected bisexual + general f*ckup
For what? For what? For what it's worth
There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down
I am currently on an exchange trip, sporadic posting for 2 weeks
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"The Barons, the Jarog family, rules this place. The Tower, where we are right now, is a rebellion, I guess. Culinary for sure. We smuggle and cook real, unadulterated ingredients. The FDA does not approve of our work, partially because it competes with the Barons. I'm the meat cooking specialist of our station. You wouldn't believe what they do to the pigs up top. It's horrible."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Pigs..." he mutters, shuddering. "So the FDA's been paid off. No government, really. I...can't believe this. They feed us their lies on top of the processed (gp). What else can they feed us?"
*I've been told to relay a message that Aspen and others would like to see you on their doc sometime; don't shoot the messenger---or do, I don't care*
Wes (he/him): 14 y/o bisected bisexual + general f*ckup
For what? For what? For what it's worth
There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down
I am currently on an exchange trip, sporadic posting for 2 weeks
|------extended sig------|
"You don't wanna know. Like, really. We don't serve that stuff here anyway."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"...oh, sh*t." He looks down. "This feels like waking up from a dream. Fahrenheit 451, ever read it? It was an old book about this guy who discovered that things weren't as they seemed in the world he lived in. I read it back in school, back before the censors shut it down."
Wes (he/him): 14 y/o bisected bisexual + general f*ckup
For what? For what? For what it's worth
There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down
I am currently on an exchange trip, sporadic posting for 2 weeks
|------extended sig------|
*considering bringing back peicemeal since i didn't get to play them much*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
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, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*am i a death omen or something?*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
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, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*Sorry, this keeps getting pushed to the second page due to lack of interest*
*I still care about it, I just don't know what to do*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
as he and the chef reach a building he buzzed himself in, and opened the door for the chef "after you, my furry friend"
he/him|call me Chara (more known), or void
PM me the word AVACADO
LORD AND MASTER OF THE VOID.
The little chef excitedly enters, unused to this kind of courteous treatment. He looks around, taking in as many details as possible.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
it seems to be a lobby, black marble with gold guilding everywhere, and minimal windows, the light soft and dim, leaving a darker atmosphere. zephyr heads to the elevator "my appartment is the top floor." i open the elevator for him, holding the door open
he/him|call me Chara (more known), or void
PM me the word AVACADO
LORD AND MASTER OF THE VOID.
The strugel enters, but can't reach even the lowest button, let alone the highest one.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
zephyr chuckled before pressing the top button "your quite small, eh friend?"
he/him|call me Chara (more known), or void
PM me the word AVACADO
LORD AND MASTER OF THE VOID.
the elevator matched the loby, black marble walls, a gold floor and guilded in gold
he/him|call me Chara (more known), or void
PM me the word AVACADO
LORD AND MASTER OF THE VOID.
The chef looks around. "Why so much gold?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
zephyr shrugged "it looks nice. plus matches my asthetic, so when i fixed this place up i went for this color pallet" he fiddle with a tube on his arm, pushing it back into place.
the elivator dinged and the doors opened to a very large what seems to be a living room. off to the left was a room with a bed, though thats all that could be seen, and to the right was what appeared to be a massive kitchen
he/him|call me Chara (more known), or void
PM me the word AVACADO
LORD AND MASTER OF THE VOID.
The strugel walks into the kitchen. "I guess. Seems pretty gaudy to me. But I mean, if you like that, I don't really have any complaint." He drags a chair over to the fridge (which I presume is walk-in) and begins checking out the ingredients. "What would you like to eat?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels