So thinks Aega as she rises from a patch of flowers she created herself. She’s truly beautiful, with dark skin and curly black hair, wearing a white dress with daisies. Her eyes are red-red as the crimson flowers she rose from. Carefully, she picks one, and tucks it behind her ear. She senses contracts, and she senses punishment coming for those who break the contracts. But for now, she is content to make the seasons pass. She sits down and awaits the coming of her pantheon.
(Nature, 8 CP, Zealot, Gift Giver)
A bright light shines down next to the flowers, like a spotlight coming from the heavens. As the light fades, a young woman stands in the middle, wearing a top hat that covers much of her frizzy brown hair, a brown trenchcoat as well as a dark red petticoat. She's holding a staff in one hand, with a large gavel on the end, and various prices of parchment and quills float around her. In the other hand, she holds what looks to be a microphone, with a long cord extending into one of the pockets of her trench coat. "Ah! Aega! It seems we have arrived!"
“Hello, friend.” She says, frowning. “This world truly is in ruins… we have to do something.”
So thinks Aega as she rises from a patch of flowers she created herself. She’s truly beautiful, with dark skin and curly black hair, wearing a white dress with daisies. Her eyes are red-red as the crimson flowers she rose from. Carefully, she picks one, and tucks it behind her ear. She senses contracts, and she senses punishment coming for those who break the contracts. But for now, she is content to make the seasons pass. She sits down and awaits the coming of her pantheon.
(Nature, 8 CP, Zealot, Gift Giver)
A bright light shines down next to the flowers, like a spotlight coming from the heavens. As the light fades, a young woman stands in the middle, wearing a top hat that covers much of her frizzy brown hair, a brown trenchcoat as well as a dark red petticoat. She's holding a staff in one hand, with a large gavel on the end, and various prices of parchment and quills float around her. In the other hand, she holds what looks to be a microphone, with a long cord extending into one of the pockets of her trench coat. "Ah! Aega! It seems we have arrived!"
“Hello, friend.” She says, frowning. “This world truly is in ruins… we have to do something.”
"Indeed it is... The poor souls don't even have an economy! How horrifying!"
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
So thinks Aega as she rises from a patch of flowers she created herself. She’s truly beautiful, with dark skin and curly black hair, wearing a white dress with daisies. Her eyes are red-red as the crimson flowers she rose from. Carefully, she picks one, and tucks it behind her ear. She senses contracts, and she senses punishment coming for those who break the contracts. But for now, she is content to make the seasons pass. She sits down and awaits the coming of her pantheon.
(Nature, 8 CP, Zealot, Gift Giver)
A bright light shines down next to the flowers, like a spotlight coming from the heavens. As the light fades, a young woman stands in the middle, wearing a top hat that covers much of her frizzy brown hair, a brown trenchcoat as well as a dark red petticoat. She's holding a staff in one hand, with a large gavel on the end, and various prices of parchment and quills float around her. In the other hand, she holds what looks to be a microphone, with a long cord extending into one of the pockets of her trench coat. "Ah! Aega! It seems we have arrived!"
“Hello, friend.” She says, frowning. “This world truly is in ruins… we have to do something.”
"Indeed it is... The poor souls don't even have an economy! How horrifying!"
“I sense no passing of the seasons… no order… everything is horrible here.”
So thinks Aega as she rises from a patch of flowers she created herself. She’s truly beautiful, with dark skin and curly black hair, wearing a white dress with daisies. Her eyes are red-red as the crimson flowers she rose from. Carefully, she picks one, and tucks it behind her ear. She senses contracts, and she senses punishment coming for those who break the contracts. But for now, she is content to make the seasons pass. She sits down and awaits the coming of her pantheon.
(Nature, 8 CP, Zealot, Gift Giver)
A bright light shines down next to the flowers, like a spotlight coming from the heavens. As the light fades, a young woman stands in the middle, wearing a top hat that covers much of her frizzy brown hair, a brown trenchcoat as well as a dark red petticoat. She's holding a staff in one hand, with a large gavel on the end, and various prices of parchment and quills float around her. In the other hand, she holds what looks to be a microphone, with a long cord extending into one of the pockets of her trench coat. "Ah! Aega! It seems we have arrived!"
“Hello, friend.” She says, frowning. “This world truly is in ruins… we have to do something.”
"Indeed it is... The poor souls don't even have an economy! How horrifying!"
“I sense no passing of the seasons… no order… everything is horrible here.”
"Well, not everything. There do seem to be quite a lot of resources for us to use."
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
So thinks Aega as she rises from a patch of flowers she created herself. She’s truly beautiful, with dark skin and curly black hair, wearing a white dress with daisies. Her eyes are red-red as the crimson flowers she rose from. Carefully, she picks one, and tucks it behind her ear. She senses contracts, and she senses punishment coming for those who break the contracts. But for now, she is content to make the seasons pass. She sits down and awaits the coming of her pantheon.
(Nature, 8 CP, Zealot, Gift Giver)
A bright light shines down next to the flowers, like a spotlight coming from the heavens. As the light fades, a young woman stands in the middle, wearing a top hat that covers much of her frizzy brown hair, a brown trenchcoat as well as a dark red petticoat. She's holding a staff in one hand, with a large gavel on the end, and various prices of parchment and quills float around her. In the other hand, she holds what looks to be a microphone, with a long cord extending into one of the pockets of her trench coat. "Ah! Aega! It seems we have arrived!"
“Hello, friend.” She says, frowning. “This world truly is in ruins… we have to do something.”
"Indeed it is... The poor souls don't even have an economy! How horrifying!"
“I sense no passing of the seasons… no order… everything is horrible here.”
"Well, not everything. There do seem to be quite a lot of resources for us to use."
So thinks Aega as she rises from a patch of flowers she created herself. She’s truly beautiful, with dark skin and curly black hair, wearing a white dress with daisies. Her eyes are red-red as the crimson flowers she rose from. Carefully, she picks one, and tucks it behind her ear. She senses contracts, and she senses punishment coming for those who break the contracts. But for now, she is content to make the seasons pass. She sits down and awaits the coming of her pantheon.
(Nature, 8 CP, Zealot, Gift Giver)
A bright light shines down next to the flowers, like a spotlight coming from the heavens. As the light fades, a young woman stands in the middle, wearing a top hat that covers much of her frizzy brown hair, a brown trenchcoat as well as a dark red petticoat. She's holding a staff in one hand, with a large gavel on the end, and various prices of parchment and quills float around her. In the other hand, she holds what looks to be a microphone, with a long cord extending into one of the pockets of her trench coat. "Ah! Aega! It seems we have arrived!"
“Hello, friend.” She says, frowning. “This world truly is in ruins… we have to do something.”
"Indeed it is... The poor souls don't even have an economy! How horrifying!"
“I sense no passing of the seasons… no order… everything is horrible here.”
"Well, not everything. There do seem to be quite a lot of resources for us to use."
“True, true. What do you suggest?”
"Well, first, initiating the seasons seems to be a priority. You should start first with spring, let the world grow more vividly. Secondly, we simply must introduce some form of economics to this place. Grow our power. You know the likes."
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
So thinks Aega as she rises from a patch of flowers she created herself. She’s truly beautiful, with dark skin and curly black hair, wearing a white dress with daisies. Her eyes are red-red as the crimson flowers she rose from. Carefully, she picks one, and tucks it behind her ear. She senses contracts, and she senses punishment coming for those who break the contracts. But for now, she is content to make the seasons pass. She sits down and awaits the coming of her pantheon.
(Nature, 8 CP, Zealot, Gift Giver)
A bright light shines down next to the flowers, like a spotlight coming from the heavens. As the light fades, a young woman stands in the middle, wearing a top hat that covers much of her frizzy brown hair, a brown trenchcoat as well as a dark red petticoat. She's holding a staff in one hand, with a large gavel on the end, and various prices of parchment and quills float around her. In the other hand, she holds what looks to be a microphone, with a long cord extending into one of the pockets of her trench coat. "Ah! Aega! It seems we have arrived!"
“Hello, friend.” She says, frowning. “This world truly is in ruins… we have to do something.”
"Indeed it is... The poor souls don't even have an economy! How horrifying!"
“I sense no passing of the seasons… no order… everything is horrible here.”
"Well, not everything. There do seem to be quite a lot of resources for us to use."
“True, true. What do you suggest?”
"Well, first, initiating the seasons seems to be a priority. You should start first with spring, let the world grow more vividly. Secondly, we simply must introduce some form of economics to this place. Grow our power. You know the likes."
“Yes, yes, of course. Thank you for your guidance.”
So thinks Aega as she rises from a patch of flowers she created herself. She’s truly beautiful, with dark skin and curly black hair, wearing a white dress with daisies. Her eyes are red-red as the crimson flowers she rose from. Carefully, she picks one, and tucks it behind her ear. She senses contracts, and she senses punishment coming for those who break the contracts. But for now, she is content to make the seasons pass. She sits down and awaits the coming of her pantheon.
(Nature, 8 CP, Zealot, Gift Giver)
A bright light shines down next to the flowers, like a spotlight coming from the heavens. As the light fades, a young woman stands in the middle, wearing a top hat that covers much of her frizzy brown hair, a brown trenchcoat as well as a dark red petticoat. She's holding a staff in one hand, with a large gavel on the end, and various prices of parchment and quills float around her. In the other hand, she holds what looks to be a microphone, with a long cord extending into one of the pockets of her trench coat. "Ah! Aega! It seems we have arrived!"
“Hello, friend.” She says, frowning. “This world truly is in ruins… we have to do something.”
"Indeed it is... The poor souls don't even have an economy! How horrifying!"
“I sense no passing of the seasons… no order… everything is horrible here.”
"Well, not everything. There do seem to be quite a lot of resources for us to use."
“True, true. What do you suggest?”
"Well, first, initiating the seasons seems to be a priority. You should start first with spring, let the world grow more vividly. Secondly, we simply must introduce some form of economics to this place. Grow our power. You know the likes."
“Yes, yes, of course. Thank you for your guidance.”
"Oh, you're welcome! That's my job, after all."
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
So thinks Aega as she rises from a patch of flowers she created herself. She’s truly beautiful, with dark skin and curly black hair, wearing a white dress with daisies. Her eyes are red-red as the crimson flowers she rose from. Carefully, she picks one, and tucks it behind her ear. She senses contracts, and she senses punishment coming for those who break the contracts. But for now, she is content to make the seasons pass. She sits down and awaits the coming of her pantheon.
(Nature, 8 CP, Zealot, Gift Giver)
A bright light shines down next to the flowers, like a spotlight coming from the heavens. As the light fades, a young woman stands in the middle, wearing a top hat that covers much of her frizzy brown hair, a brown trenchcoat as well as a dark red petticoat. She's holding a staff in one hand, with a large gavel on the end, and various prices of parchment and quills float around her. In the other hand, she holds what looks to be a microphone, with a long cord extending into one of the pockets of her trench coat. "Ah! Aega! It seems we have arrived!"
“Hello, friend.” She says, frowning. “This world truly is in ruins… we have to do something.”
"Indeed it is... The poor souls don't even have an economy! How horrifying!"
“I sense no passing of the seasons… no order… everything is horrible here.”
"Well, not everything. There do seem to be quite a lot of resources for us to use."
“True, true. What do you suggest?”
"Well, first, initiating the seasons seems to be a priority. You should start first with spring, let the world grow more vividly. Secondly, we simply must introduce some form of economics to this place. Grow our power. You know the likes."
“Yes, yes, of course. Thank you for your guidance.”
So thinks Aega as she rises from a patch of flowers she created herself. She’s truly beautiful, with dark skin and curly black hair, wearing a white dress with daisies. Her eyes are red-red as the crimson flowers she rose from. Carefully, she picks one, and tucks it behind her ear. She senses contracts, and she senses punishment coming for those who break the contracts. But for now, she is content to make the seasons pass. She sits down and awaits the coming of her pantheon.
(Nature, 8 CP, Zealot, Gift Giver)
A bright light shines down next to the flowers, like a spotlight coming from the heavens. As the light fades, a young woman stands in the middle, wearing a top hat that covers much of her frizzy brown hair, a brown trenchcoat as well as a dark red petticoat. She's holding a staff in one hand, with a large gavel on the end, and various prices of parchment and quills float around her. In the other hand, she holds what looks to be a microphone, with a long cord extending into one of the pockets of her trench coat. "Ah! Aega! It seems we have arrived!"
“Hello, friend.” She says, frowning. “This world truly is in ruins… we have to do something.”
"Indeed it is... The poor souls don't even have an economy! How horrifying!"
“I sense no passing of the seasons… no order… everything is horrible here.”
"Well, not everything. There do seem to be quite a lot of resources for us to use."
“True, true. What do you suggest?”
"Well, first, initiating the seasons seems to be a priority. You should start first with spring, let the world grow more vividly. Secondly, we simply must introduce some form of economics to this place. Grow our power. You know the likes."
“Yes, yes, of course. Thank you for your guidance.”
"Oh, you're welcome! That's my job, after all."
“Do you sense any other beings here?”
"Well, there are quite a bit of mortals... there are a good number of gods as well, but there is a good population of mortals, at least."
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
So thinks Aega as she rises from a patch of flowers she created herself. She’s truly beautiful, with dark skin and curly black hair, wearing a white dress with daisies. Her eyes are red-red as the crimson flowers she rose from. Carefully, she picks one, and tucks it behind her ear. She senses contracts, and she senses punishment coming for those who break the contracts. But for now, she is content to make the seasons pass. She sits down and awaits the coming of her pantheon.
(Nature, 8 CP, Zealot, Gift Giver)
A bright light shines down next to the flowers, like a spotlight coming from the heavens. As the light fades, a young woman stands in the middle, wearing a top hat that covers much of her frizzy brown hair, a brown trenchcoat as well as a dark red petticoat. She's holding a staff in one hand, with a large gavel on the end, and various prices of parchment and quills float around her. In the other hand, she holds what looks to be a microphone, with a long cord extending into one of the pockets of her trench coat. "Ah! Aega! It seems we have arrived!"
“Hello, friend.” She says, frowning. “This world truly is in ruins… we have to do something.”
"Indeed it is... The poor souls don't even have an economy! How horrifying!"
“I sense no passing of the seasons… no order… everything is horrible here.”
"Well, not everything. There do seem to be quite a lot of resources for us to use."
“True, true. What do you suggest?”
"Well, first, initiating the seasons seems to be a priority. You should start first with spring, let the world grow more vividly. Secondly, we simply must introduce some form of economics to this place. Grow our power. You know the likes."
“Yes, yes, of course. Thank you for your guidance.”
"Oh, you're welcome! That's my job, after all."
“Do you sense any other beings here?”
"Well, there are quite a bit of mortals... there are a good number of gods as well, but there is a good population of mortals, at least."
“Excellent. Then there is no need for myself to create anything.”
So thinks Aega as she rises from a patch of flowers she created herself. She’s truly beautiful, with dark skin and curly black hair, wearing a white dress with daisies. Her eyes are red-red as the crimson flowers she rose from. Carefully, she picks one, and tucks it behind her ear. She senses contracts, and she senses punishment coming for those who break the contracts. But for now, she is content to make the seasons pass. She sits down and awaits the coming of her pantheon.
(Nature, 8 CP, Zealot, Gift Giver)
A bright light shines down next to the flowers, like a spotlight coming from the heavens. As the light fades, a young woman stands in the middle, wearing a top hat that covers much of her frizzy brown hair, a brown trenchcoat as well as a dark red petticoat. She's holding a staff in one hand, with a large gavel on the end, and various prices of parchment and quills float around her. In the other hand, she holds what looks to be a microphone, with a long cord extending into one of the pockets of her trench coat. "Ah! Aega! It seems we have arrived!"
“Hello, friend.” She says, frowning. “This world truly is in ruins… we have to do something.”
"Indeed it is... The poor souls don't even have an economy! How horrifying!"
“I sense no passing of the seasons… no order… everything is horrible here.”
"Well, not everything. There do seem to be quite a lot of resources for us to use."
“True, true. What do you suggest?”
"Well, first, initiating the seasons seems to be a priority. You should start first with spring, let the world grow more vividly. Secondly, we simply must introduce some form of economics to this place. Grow our power. You know the likes."
“Yes, yes, of course. Thank you for your guidance.”
"Oh, you're welcome! That's my job, after all."
“Do you sense any other beings here?”
"Well, there are quite a bit of mortals... there are a good number of gods as well, but there is a good population of mortals, at least."
“Excellent. Then there is no need for myself to create anything.”
"Well, at least not yet. Maybe in the future..."
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
“I shall prepare my power, then. I hope to create a thriving kingdom of Spring…”
"Good! We will rule this world... It is the only way these events could possibly play out."
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
“I shall prepare my power, then. I hope to create a thriving kingdom of Spring…”
"Good! We will rule this world... It is the only way these events could possibly play out."
“Even if it is not us who rule,” she says, a bit skeptical, “I hope that order will still rule. Contracts, seasons, everything has a way it works that should not be altered.”
“I shall prepare my power, then. I hope to create a thriving kingdom of Spring…”
"Good! We will rule this world... It is the only way these events could possibly play out."
“Even if it is not us who rule,” she says, a bit skeptical, “I hope that order will still rule. Contracts, seasons, everything has a way it works that should not be altered.”
"... Sure. Yeah. Whatever."
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
“And powerful allies would… hurt people?”
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
“Hello, friend.” She says, frowning. “This world truly is in ruins… we have to do something.”
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
"Indeed it is... The poor souls don't even have an economy! How horrifying!"
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
“I sense no passing of the seasons… no order… everything is horrible here.”
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
"Well, not everything. There do seem to be quite a lot of resources for us to use."
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
“True, true. What do you suggest?”
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
"Well, first, initiating the seasons seems to be a priority. You should start first with spring, let the world grow more vividly. Secondly, we simply must introduce some form of economics to this place. Grow our power. You know the likes."
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
“Yes, yes, of course. Thank you for your guidance.”
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
"Oh, you're welcome! That's my job, after all."
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
"Not with what I'm planning, if it goes right."
Through all the multiverse, I am The Singulairity.
“Do you sense any other beings here?”
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
“That’s… ominous.” He remarks. “I’m not sure I want in on this plan. But if you are willing, please tell me more.”
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
"Well, there are quite a bit of mortals... there are a good number of gods as well, but there is a good population of mortals, at least."
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
“Excellent. Then there is no need for myself to create anything.”
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
"Well, at least not yet. Maybe in the future..."
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
*cut with Gonz*
“I shall prepare my power, then. I hope to create a thriving kingdom of Spring…”
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
"Good! We will rule this world... It is the only way these events could possibly play out."
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
“Even if it is not us who rule,” she says, a bit skeptical, “I hope that order will still rule. Contracts, seasons, everything has a way it works that should not be altered.”
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
"... Sure. Yeah. Whatever."
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
"If I find the celestial of contracts, I will try to have the others make a peace treaty with me."
Through all the multiverse, I am The Singulairity.