I watch. I wait. I listen. I like roleplaying games. Avid fan of messed up homebrew and horror rpgs. Lancer>dnd5e, go read Kill Six Billion Demons. I will shoot you with my transgenderification beam pew pew
I'm... I'm sure what that is. I had to do some research because I didn't get the reference.
The mimic becomes red ,and spits out candy? I dunno... Didn't do much research. A prime exclussive show? Sounds weird. Probably not my cup of tea... (I'm judging it despite never seeing it yes ,but from my perspective im confused and its pretty late so.... things. stuff... blaaahhhh!
I feed the mimic... my confusion, bewilderment ,and lack of enthusiasm.
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"We are what we repeatedy do. Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit." - Aristotle.
The classy class clown passes cracked black brass glasses in class. (try saying that really fast.)
The mimic spits out a large magical heat lamp roughly the size of a tall dragon born. The nobs and switches on the base can be used to change the overall shape of the lamp to that of any creature or basic structure (like a fire with or without a fire place or a brick wall; note it still looks like a very detailed light bulb in that shape on a base), its basic pose, male or female if applicable, and if the overall form is normal, sexy, non-distinct (not much more than the basic form), distorted, and or creepy; and so on. It can also be adjusted to produce enough heat to keep all those within 10 feet warm even in cold weather.
It gets cured... Funny enough a long time ago when I was in high school selling chocolate bars a random man said rat poison cured the cold. He also said he wanted to tell Obama this(This happened back when Obama was stilll president). It was a weird interaction...
I feed the mimic the flesh and blood of my enemies.
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"We are what we repeatedy do. Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit." - Aristotle.
The classy class clown passes cracked black brass glasses in class. (try saying that really fast.)
I watch. I wait. I listen. I like roleplaying games. Avid fan of messed up homebrew and horror rpgs. Lancer>dnd5e, go read Kill Six Billion Demons. I will shoot you with my transgenderification beam pew pew
The mimic coughs up the most GLORIOUS pair of Basketball worthy sneakers so you can score more sick tricks with the hoops. The mimic is also now wearing a jersey.
I transcribe some rules for a hypothetical forum game onto paper, then feed it to the mimic.
It spits out some wood in a y shape.
i feed it a tomato, it needs some healthy food.
she/it pronouns
I watch. I wait. I listen. I like roleplaying games. Avid fan of messed up homebrew and horror rpgs. Lancer>dnd5e, go read Kill Six Billion Demons. I will shoot you with my transgenderification beam pew pew
It coughs up what you first think is blood, but soon realize is ketchup
I feed it Sprinkle (Jester's weasel on critical role)
May all of your spells roll the best things for the situation on the wild magic table and all your checks to seduce dragons roll nat 20's
My first char (and namesake) Lili Scheppen!
Proud member of the cult of grammar! (grand inquisitor)
I'm... I'm sure what that is. I had to do some research because I didn't get the reference.
The mimic becomes red ,and spits out candy? I dunno... Didn't do much research. A prime exclussive show? Sounds weird. Probably not my cup of tea... (I'm judging it despite never seeing it yes ,but from my perspective im confused and its pretty late so.... things. stuff... blaaahhhh!
I feed the mimic... my confusion, bewilderment ,and lack of enthusiasm.
"We are what we repeatedy do. Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit." - Aristotle.
The classy class clown passes cracked black brass glasses in class.
(try saying that really fast.)
It spits out spit
i feed it a big red light
The mimic spits out a large magical heat lamp roughly the size of a tall dragon born. The nobs and switches on the base can be used to change the overall shape of the lamp to that of any creature or basic structure (like a fire with or without a fire place or a brick wall; note it still looks like a very detailed light bulb in that shape on a base), its basic pose, male or female if applicable, and if the overall form is normal, sexy, non-distinct (not much more than the basic form), distorted, and or creepy; and so on. It can also be adjusted to produce enough heat to keep all those within 10 feet warm even in cold weather.
I feed the mimic a bunch of yakuza games.
It spits out splinters of wood
i feed it a bottle of rat poison
It gets cured... Funny enough a long time ago when I was in high school selling chocolate bars a random man said rat poison cured the cold. He also said he wanted to tell Obama this(This happened back when Obama was stilll president). It was a weird interaction...
I feed the mimic the flesh and blood of my enemies.
"We are what we repeatedy do. Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit." - Aristotle.
The classy class clown passes cracked black brass glasses in class.
(try saying that really fast.)
the mimic bites off your leg
i feed my companions to the mimic
It spits out their zombies
It spits out nothing because you broke it
i feed it a magic Runestone
she/it pronouns
I watch. I wait. I listen. I like roleplaying games. Avid fan of messed up homebrew and horror rpgs. Lancer>dnd5e, go read Kill Six Billion Demons. I will shoot you with my transgenderification beam pew pew
It spits out shards of glass
i feed it 8 cows
the mimic spits out milk
I feed the mimic chewbacca.
"We are what we repeatedy do. Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit." - Aristotle.
The classy class clown passes cracked black brass glasses in class.
(try saying that really fast.)
the mimic refuses and eats u instead
You didn't feed the mimic so it eats you ,and spits out your bones...
I feed the mimic ratatouille(the food not the mouse)
"We are what we repeatedy do. Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit." - Aristotle.
The classy class clown passes cracked black brass glasses in class.
(try saying that really fast.)
Ratatouille is the mice, so the Mimic burps after eating it.
I feed the Mimic an entire Beehive...
My Ready-to-rock&roll chars:
Dertinus Tristany // Amilcar Barca // Vicenç Sacrarius // Oriol Deulofeu // Grovtuk
the mimic enjoys its snack
i jump down the mimics throat
the mimic coughs up feathers...
I toss a basketball in the mimic's mouth. Three point style!
"We are what we repeatedy do. Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit." - Aristotle.
The classy class clown passes cracked black brass glasses in class.
(try saying that really fast.)
The mimic coughs up the most GLORIOUS pair of Basketball worthy sneakers so you can score more sick tricks with the hoops. The mimic is also now wearing a jersey.
I transcribe some rules for a hypothetical forum game onto paper, then feed it to the mimic.
ah heck yeah! goes for another three pointer! Nothing but net boys!
The mimic spits out a revised edited version of the rules. Mostly the same ,but a few minor differences to make the game more fair.
I feed the mimic isaac newton's theory of relativity.
"We are what we repeatedy do. Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit." - Aristotle.
The classy class clown passes cracked black brass glasses in class.
(try saying that really fast.)
The mimic lacks in the skill of erading books, so it spits some glue, and some rotten pages.
I feed the Mimic pills of Alka seltzer............
My Ready-to-rock&roll chars:
Dertinus Tristany // Amilcar Barca // Vicenç Sacrarius // Oriol Deulofeu // Grovtuk