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It spits out you're new best friend! Who wants friendliness pellets!?!?
I feed the Mimic a sunflower out of spite.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
It spits out dust.
I feed it a heart.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
It steals YOUR heart, and spits THAT out
I feed it a noun
*Ironically uses comic sans*
Hello! How is your afternorning? Good? Great! ヾ(•ω•`)o
Come flex your storytelling skills here!
Am bakk!
I am in the Twinkling Stars Tavern, and I play Oliver Axolotl at Cafe [Redacted].
[WIP sig, will add tavern links soon]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]
The mimic eats the noun and pauses. The mimic spits out a baby, a plastic tooth pick, and a small replica of a city.
I feed the mimic a toasted cherry pop-tart
The mimic spits it back out, as it has horrible taste in food and dislike toasted pop tarts.
I feed the mimic some pixel art
The mimic eats the pixel art and becomes pixelated itself!
I feed it a smelly sock
¯\_🤠_/¯
It spits out a gym locker
I feed it your cringy signature
It begins spouting insane gibberish
I feed it a party caught in a over complicated trap I made
I have a PHD in traps
After devouring the group, the mimic spits out a snare, a bear trap, and minis of the party in varying condition.
I feed the mimic an empty bird cage.
~ Name's Blake.
~ Pronouns: He/They | Mostly indifferent.
it spits out a bird.
I feed it bread.
The Mimic dribbles out red wine, seemingly aged for hundreds of years.
When it's done, I feed the mimic a +1 scale-mail breastplate
Quote from Goopius >> The Mimic dribbles out red wine, seemingly aged for hundreds of years. When it's done, I feed the mimic a +1 scale-mail breastplate
It spits out a goliath.
I feed to the souls of the innocent
Join the Town of Agreal! ----> LINK
Check out my photography on Flickr. ----> LINK
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
The Mimic, after consuming the souls, burps out souls of the damned.
I feed it a green pool noodle.
It spits out a blue one.
I then feed it the blue pool noodle.
It spits out a literal blue noodle
I feed it crushed party hopes and dreams
it spits out a party who doesn't get onto the plot hooks.
I feed it a curtain.
It spits out some arachnoids singing *le Macarena*
I feed it some crabs with yellow pincers
My Ready-to-rock&roll chars:Dertinus Tristany // Amilcar Barca // Vicenç Sacrarius // Oriol Deulofeu // Grovtuk
It spits out some yellow crabs with orange pinchers
I feed it PiXel ScaLer
It's spits out a tiny pixel.
I feed it a big pixel.
It spits out the multiple tiny pixels the big pixel was made from.
I rearrange the tiny pixels into a pixel hamburger, then feed it to the mimic.
It spits out you're new best friend! Who wants friendliness pellets!?!?
I feed the Mimic a sunflower out of spite.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
It spits out dust.
I feed it a heart.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
It steals YOUR heart, and spits THAT out
I feed it a noun
*Ironically uses comic sans*
Hello! How is your afternorning? Good? Great! ヾ(•ω•`)o
Come flex your storytelling skills here!
Am bakk!
I am in the Twinkling Stars Tavern, and I play Oliver Axolotl at Cafe [Redacted].
[WIP sig, will add tavern links soon]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]
The mimic eats the noun and pauses. The mimic spits out a baby, a plastic tooth pick, and a small replica of a city.
I feed the mimic a toasted cherry pop-tart
The mimic spits it back out, as it has horrible taste in food and dislike toasted pop tarts.
I feed the mimic some pixel art
*Ironically uses comic sans*
Hello! How is your afternorning? Good? Great! ヾ(•ω•`)o
Come flex your storytelling skills here!
Am bakk!
I am in the Twinkling Stars Tavern, and I play Oliver Axolotl at Cafe [Redacted].
[WIP sig, will add tavern links soon]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]
The mimic eats the pixel art and becomes pixelated itself!
I feed it a smelly sock
¯\_🤠_/¯
It spits out a gym locker
I feed it your cringy signature
*Ironically uses comic sans*
Hello! How is your afternorning? Good? Great! ヾ(•ω•`)o
Come flex your storytelling skills here!
Am bakk!
I am in the Twinkling Stars Tavern, and I play Oliver Axolotl at Cafe [Redacted].
[WIP sig, will add tavern links soon]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]
It begins spouting insane gibberish
I feed it a party caught in a over complicated trap I made
I have a PHD in traps
After devouring the group, the mimic spits out a snare, a bear trap, and minis of the party in varying condition.
I feed the mimic an empty bird cage.
~ Name's Blake.
~ Pronouns: He/They | Mostly indifferent.
it spits out a bird.
I feed it bread.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
The Mimic dribbles out red wine, seemingly aged for hundreds of years.
When it's done, I feed the mimic a +1 scale-mail breastplate
~ Name's Blake.
~ Pronouns: He/They | Mostly indifferent.
It spits out a goliath.
I feed to the souls of the innocent
Join the Town of Agreal! ----> LINK
Check out my photography on Flickr. ----> LINK
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
The Mimic, after consuming the souls, burps out souls of the damned.
I feed it a green pool noodle.
~ Name's Blake.
~ Pronouns: He/They | Mostly indifferent.
It spits out a blue one.
I then feed it the blue pool noodle.
*Ironically uses comic sans*
Hello! How is your afternorning? Good? Great! ヾ(•ω•`)o
Come flex your storytelling skills here!
Am bakk!
I am in the Twinkling Stars Tavern, and I play Oliver Axolotl at Cafe [Redacted].
[WIP sig, will add tavern links soon]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]
It spits out a literal blue noodle
I feed it crushed party hopes and dreams
I have a PHD in traps
it spits out a party who doesn't get onto the plot hooks.
I feed it a curtain.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
It spits out some arachnoids singing *le Macarena*
I feed it some crabs with yellow pincers
My Ready-to-rock&roll chars:
Dertinus Tristany // Amilcar Barca // Vicenç Sacrarius // Oriol Deulofeu // Grovtuk
It spits out some yellow crabs with orange pinchers
I feed it PiXel ScaLer
*Ironically uses comic sans*
Hello! How is your afternorning? Good? Great! ヾ(•ω•`)o
Come flex your storytelling skills here!
Am bakk!
I am in the Twinkling Stars Tavern, and I play Oliver Axolotl at Cafe [Redacted].
[WIP sig, will add tavern links soon]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]
It's spits out a tiny pixel.
I feed it a big pixel.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
It spits out the multiple tiny pixels the big pixel was made from.
I rearrange the tiny pixels into a pixel hamburger, then feed it to the mimic.
*Ironically uses comic sans*
Hello! How is your afternorning? Good? Great! ヾ(•ω•`)o
Come flex your storytelling skills here!
Am bakk!
I am in the Twinkling Stars Tavern, and I play Oliver Axolotl at Cafe [Redacted].
[WIP sig, will add tavern links soon]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]