-the female mimic pops open the lid, and transforms the insides to a naked albino succubus, tempting all the males into her tender, fleshy, doomed embrace.
Miss Mimic launches the stone after me, and my head comes rolling back in a bag. Miss Mimic quickly eats it, and then tosses you a bounty of a 40-page book.
The mimic spits out a small treasure chest the size of ones palm that weighs nothing. The chest expands when it is used; the small chest acts as a portable hole.
I feed the mimic chocolates and roses.
...... what the heck did transforming into gargantuan pile of flounder have to do with 5e stuff??? It's not very creative or desirable...just random... let alone you might as well said that I get nothing in return...
The mimic spits out a small treasure chest the size of ones palm that weighs nothing. The chest expands when it is used; the small chest acts as a portable hole.
I feed the mimic chocolates and roses.
...... what the heck did transforming into gargantuan pile of flounder have to do with 5e stuff??? It's not very creative or desirable...just random... let alone you might as well said that I get nothing in return...
Miss Mimic turns a very bright shade of red as she blushes and then she happily takes both items, and hands you a valentine' card and a new sword whose hilt is shaped like a heart and has the words, "From Miss Keira Boxxington, with love" etched into the blade. (For those of you who get that reference, kudos to you)
I slice Acerak into pieces and feed said pieces to Miss Keira Boxxington piece by little piece.
Miss mimic is dumbfounded, tryi g to comprehend a 4 dimensional object, gives up and eats it. In return she gives you the hitch hikers guid to phoenix Arizona.
I feed miss mimic tiny tina's precious mr.von bartelsby. And say it was master-of-wolves idea if tina shows up.
(If you dont know tiny tina, she is from bordelands 2)
Miss mimic disappears into a back room for exactly an hour and a half. She then emerges and hands you a perfectly seasoned creamed corn casserole, topped with a layer of melted cheese curds, and served up in an Acerak-shaped bathtub. The casserole is delicious. If you are wise, you do not ask where the bathtub came from.
The mimic eats them, and proceeds to pelt you with the leftover seeds.
I introduce the mimic to a female mimic friend I know.
The female mimic eats the mimic. we are feeding the female mimic now.
I feed the mimic Master_of_wolves
If you wanna make the world a better place, take a look at yourself, then make that change. Quote: Micael Jackson.
-the female mimic pops open the lid, and transforms the insides to a naked albino succubus, tempting all the males into her tender, fleshy, doomed embrace.
I feed the female mimic myself.
The female mimic spits all of you out - except for your hand, which has somehow been replaced with the Hand of Vecna...
I throw the mimic my 10-week old leftovers...
Miss Mimic glares at you surly with her succubus flesh doll, then load you and the leftovers into a catapult and fires.
I give Miss Mimic an explosive stone to shoot after the last shot.
Miss Mimic launches the stone after me, and my head comes rolling back in a bag. Miss Mimic quickly eats it, and then tosses you a bounty of a 40-page book.
I feed her the remaining scraps of my body.
The mimic spits out a bag of holding made from your own flesh.
I feed the mimic all the D&D 5e books and figures.
The mimic transforms into a gargantuan pile of flounder that is promptly slammed with a car door, bringing it back to mimic form
I feed the mimic some flounder parm.
Walton Gibson - Human Cleric, Level 1
The mimic turns her nose at the flounder, while drooling helplessly, then blushes and takes a few bites. Who knew she was a tsundere!
I hand over a miniature mimic in the form of a jewelery box, which I have named minic!
The mimic spits out a small treasure chest the size of ones palm that weighs nothing. The chest expands when it is used; the small chest acts as a portable hole.
I feed the mimic chocolates and roses.
...... what the heck did transforming into gargantuan pile of flounder have to do with 5e stuff??? It's not very creative or desirable...just random... let alone you might as well said that I get nothing in return...
The mimic spits me out. I am far too foul to be devoured. I reform, plotting revenge.
I feed the mimic a 4d object.
Walton Gibson - Human Cleric, Level 1
Miss mimic is dumbfounded, tryi g to comprehend a 4 dimensional object, gives up and eats it. In return she gives you the hitch hikers guid to phoenix Arizona.
I feed miss mimic tiny tina's precious mr.von bartelsby. And say it was master-of-wolves idea if tina shows up.
(If you dont know tiny tina, she is from bordelands 2)
Current game- Pelegos: Singularity
Game world- Thad'thra, homebrew
Role- DM
Players- Maro: Light Cleric, Rivqah: Feind Warlock, Kortek: Artillerist Artificer
Plot: Uncover a conspiracy and truth behind the Dragon, Blasphemy, and the light of the kingdom that was stollen. Drenching Baranara into shadow.
The mimic spits out the necronomicon.
I feed the mimic a pair of snow pants.
Walton Gibson - Human Cleric, Level 1
It spits them out in disgust.
I feed the mimic a huge cheese curd.
If you wanna make the world a better place, take a look at yourself, then make that change. Quote: Micael Jackson.
It spits out some
B O N E L E S S
P I Z Z A
I feed the mimic a bathtub full of creamed corn
Walton Gibson - Human Cleric, Level 1
Miss Mimic proceeds to drown Acerak in it in an attempt to make him taste better.
I toss Miss mimic a couple bottles of seasonings.
Miss mimic disappears into a back room for exactly an hour and a half. She then emerges and hands you a perfectly seasoned creamed corn casserole, topped with a layer of melted cheese curds, and served up in an Acerak-shaped bathtub. The casserole is delicious. If you are wise, you do not ask where the bathtub came from.
I feed the mimic a single snowflake.
Miss Mimic gains snowflake powers, and suddenly feels really special.
I feed the mimic a snowman.
The mimic starts smoking a corncob pipe. It's eyes turn into coal, and it's nose turns to a button.
I feed the mimic some chicken tenders.
Walton Gibson - Human Cleric, Level 1