He sighs. "Of course. Only the prettiest livestock for the elite," he grumbles to himself. "My sister values self-expression and creativity over functionality. We both work in meat, but our specialties are subtly different. If you aren't doing this for yourself, she won't take you in. But if you give me the list of standards, I can do it. Precision and functionality will do the job."
'I can send you the list, yeah. Think the guys on New Coria were getting worked up that all the prettiest girls were shut out behind the border whilst they had to make do without.' She tries to laugh. 'Good old Progress party, increasing our right to free movement, what can I say?' She rolls her eyes
"Ah. That type of job." He mumbles. "Yeah, that's about what I expected. I tend to help a lot of those folks when it comes down to it. Men can be really uncreative with their desires. More food, more power, more pretty girls. It's all so boring. Soldiers, sex workers, the homeless, the laborers, the incriminated, the infirmed, the animals... trash in the eyes of the elite. Livestock, and some of them even act like it. But I will say, my work is meaningful." He pulls a crumpled cigarette out of his vest pocket and tries to light it. "Industrialized suffering requires an industrialized relief effort."
'It's not even that kind of job, I swear... Just a dumb entry requirement. You seem to be a really good guy. Doesn't seem to be many of those about these days. It's weird to care, and that doesn't stop you'
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You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"You could have gotten a new one. You dress like you could afford it."
"This arm is the reason i do. The people who did it paid an exponential amount to let them. Before this i was not unlike the others that line the streets."
"Huh. That's... pretty lucky, I think. What do you eat on an average day?"
"You could have gotten a new one. You dress like you could afford it."
"This arm is the reason i do. The people who did it paid an exponential amount to let them. Before this i was not unlike the others that line the streets."
"Huh. That's... pretty lucky, I think. What do you eat on an average day?"
"nowadays? depends. no real patern. i try to enjoy what i can, after having 17 years of unablilty to"
A lady—no, man—no…something…strolls into the bar, ambling gently but with a slight limp. Entirely covered in a blue-and-black sludge, it fixes its two yellow eyes upon everyone who watches it, straightening its overalls and running its fingers through its raggedy hair with the distaste of a connoisseur displeased—although they can’t say much themselves, for they’re no better off.
“Where can I get a drink in this place?” it demands, its voice flaring with an unexpected rage “Or have I come all the way here for nothing?”
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When you left this town, with your windows down And the wilderness inside Let the exits pass, all the tar and glass 'Til the road and sky align extended sig
"Ah. That type of job." He mumbles. "Yeah, that's about what I expected. I tend to help a lot of those folks when it comes down to it. Men can be really uncreative with their desires. More food, more power, more pretty girls. It's all so boring. Soldiers, sex workers, the homeless, the laborers, the incriminated, the infirmed, the animals... trash in the eyes of the elite. Livestock, and some of them even act like it. But I will say, my work is meaningful." He pulls a crumpled cigarette out of his vest pocket and tries to light it. "Industrialized suffering requires an industrialized relief effort."
'It's not even that kind of job, I swear... Just a dumb entry requirement. You seem to be a really good guy. Doesn't seem to be many of those about these days. It's weird to care, and that doesn't stop you'
"If I tried to be normal, I wouldn't be able to live with myself. I have a talent that rivals the gods' in my hands. If I squander it, what's the point? There's no amount of money that could afford my skills, so I don't charge any. Literally priceless." He stands up, reading the list of standards on his phone. "It's a good job. I'm proud of it."
"Huh. That's... pretty lucky, I think. What do you eat on an average day?"
"nowadays? depends. no real patern. i try to enjoy what i can, after having 17 years of unablilty to"
"Makes sense. You might have overheard me mention that I'm a two-out-of-five star elite caterer. If you'd like, I can make you a meal or two. Costs a pretty penny, but I got real food."
A lady—no, man—no…something…strolls into the bar, ambling gently but with a slight limp. Entirely covered in a blue-and-black sludge, it fixes its two yellow eyes upon everyone who watches it, straightening its overalls and running its fingers through its raggedy hair with the distaste of a connoisseur displeased—although they can’t say much themselves, for they’re no better off.
“Where can I get a drink in this place?” it demands, its voice flaring with an unexpected rage “Or have I come all the way here for nothing?”
Chef Worldwide hops up onto a barstool to meet its eyes. "Hey, vro. What would you like?"
A lady—no, man—no…something…strolls into the bar, ambling gently but with a slight limp. Entirely covered in a blue-and-black sludge, it fixes its two yellow eyes upon everyone who watches it, straightening its overalls and running its fingers through its raggedy hair with the distaste of a connoisseur displeased—although they can’t say much themselves, for they’re no better off.
“Where can I get a drink in this place?” it demands, its voice flaring with an unexpected rage “Or have I come all the way here for nothing?”
Chef Worldwide hops up onto a barstool to meet its eyes. "Hey, vro. What would you like?"
*Whoever thought thumbtyping was a good idea is an idiot.*
”The strongest you’ve got.” The stranger makes random brushing movements at the air around them—they would appear at first to be attempting to rid themselves of the goo, but it seem more as if they’re warding themselves.
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When you left this town, with your windows down And the wilderness inside Let the exits pass, all the tar and glass 'Til the road and sky align extended sig
Chef Worldwide hops up onto a barstool to meet its eyes. "Hey, vro. What would you like?"
*Whoever thought thumbtyping was a good idea is an idiot.*
”The strongest you’ve got.” The stranger makes random brushing movements at the air around them—they would appear at first to be attempting to rid themselves of the goo, but it seem more as if they’re warding themselves.
"One quadrouple Peeler Shot coming up." He begins to mix some sort of vile cocktail. "It'll eat through houses if you aren't careful."
Worldwide stumbles over to her and flops down on her foot. "Mnn..." His eyes are a bit of a redder pink than before.
"You alright?" She asked, tilting her head
"Some jerk really liked how I made chicken-fried pork chops and had me cook them throughout the night. They had to be made to order, so I would just stand there, waiting while the loser finished, then they would ask me for another and I had to start making it immediately. And now I have to go to work again."
Worldwide stumbles over to her and flops down on her foot. "Mnn..." His eyes are a bit of a redder pink than before.
"You alright?" She asked, tilting her head
"Some jerk really liked how I made chicken-fried pork chops and had me cook them throughout the night. They had to be made to order, so I would just stand there, waiting while the loser finished, then they would ask me for another and I had to start making it immediately. And now I have to go to work again."
"I can make a ton for you so you don't gotta work right now." She raised her circular orange sunglasses.
"Some jerk really liked how I made chicken-fried pork chops and had me cook them throughout the night. They had to be made to order, so I would just stand there, waiting while the loser finished, then they would ask me for another and I had to start making it immediately. And now I have to go to work again."
"I can make a ton for you so you don't gotta work right now." She raised her circular orange sunglasses.
"It's already over. They're in bed now, and I gotta manage the ghost kitchen."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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'It's not even that kind of job, I swear... Just a dumb entry requirement. You seem to be a really good guy. Doesn't seem to be many of those about these days. It's weird to care, and that doesn't stop you'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"Huh. That's... pretty lucky, I think. What do you eat on an average day?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"nowadays? depends. no real patern. i try to enjoy what i can, after having 17 years of unablilty to"
he/him|call me Chara (more known), or void
PM me the word AVACADO
LORD AND MASTER OF THE VOID.
A lady—no, man—no…something…strolls into the bar, ambling gently but with a slight limp. Entirely covered in a blue-and-black sludge, it fixes its two yellow eyes upon everyone who watches it, straightening its overalls and running its fingers through its raggedy hair with the distaste of a connoisseur displeased—although they can’t say much themselves, for they’re no better off.
“Where can I get a drink in this place?” it demands, its voice flaring with an unexpected rage “Or have I come all the way here for nothing?”
When you left this town, with your windows down
And the wilderness inside
Let the exits pass, all the tar and glass
'Til the road and sky align
extended sig
"If I tried to be normal, I wouldn't be able to live with myself. I have a talent that rivals the gods' in my hands. If I squander it, what's the point? There's no amount of money that could afford my skills, so I don't charge any. Literally priceless." He stands up, reading the list of standards on his phone. "It's a good job. I'm proud of it."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Makes sense. You might have overheard me mention that I'm a two-out-of-five star elite caterer. If you'd like, I can make you a meal or two. Costs a pretty penny, but I got real food."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Chef Worldwide hops up onto a barstool to meet its eyes. "Hey, vro. What would you like?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Whoever thought thumbtyping was a good idea is an idiot.*
”The strongest you’ve got.” The stranger makes random brushing movements at the air around them—they would appear at first to be attempting to rid themselves of the goo, but it seem more as if they’re warding themselves.
When you left this town, with your windows down
And the wilderness inside
Let the exits pass, all the tar and glass
'Til the road and sky align
extended sig
"One quadrouple Peeler Shot coming up." He begins to mix some sort of vile cocktail. "It'll eat through houses if you aren't careful."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Stroth sits outside, sipping some sort of cocktail that seems to just be a massive mix of every type of alcohol.
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Worldwide stumbles over to her and flops down on her foot. "Mnn..." His eyes are a bit of a redder pink than before.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"You alright?" She asked, tilting her head
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"Some jerk really liked how I made chicken-fried pork chops and had me cook them throughout the night. They had to be made to order, so I would just stand there, waiting while the loser finished, then they would ask me for another and I had to start making it immediately. And now I have to go to work again."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Baalze! It's that PFP again! I like that one*
Hello! Call me Tana
My pronouns are She/Her
I have Autism. And, you would probably call me Trans Femme, Pansexual pancake, and Ace
I will always support you. To the best of my ability. Because that is my way of showing how much I care
Current Dice Code: [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]
Current List of Children: Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, and Foalin.
"I can make a ton for you so you don't gotta work right now." She raised her circular orange sunglasses.
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"It's already over. They're in bed now, and I gotta manage the ghost kitchen."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels