The mimic has now relieved all of its minor aches, pains, inflammation, fever, headache, heartburn, stomachache, indigestion, acid reflux and hangovers, while neutralizing excess stomach acid.
I feed the mimic a grand piano made in 1874...
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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 downs the slim fast like its at a frat party, then spits up an iron ring. This ring gives you SR15 but is cursed with spell absorption & a taste for blood, only learned after you adorn the ring.
Give a man a fish, and he will eat for a day. Teach a man to fish, and he will eat for a lifetime. Oh, and it would be nice if you gave him a fishing rod.
i feed it a warp fire bolter, the superior form of bolt weaponry *laughs in tzeentch*
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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
The gains some of slaanesh's 'freaky hobbies'... also the mimic now lays claim to the souls of unprotected eldar. Some noise marines come and play some heavy metal in the name of their new overlord ,and things get real crazy.
I feed the mimic Pentiums
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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 has now relieved all of its minor aches, pains, inflammation, fever, headache, heartburn, stomachache, indigestion, acid reflux and hangovers, while neutralizing excess stomach acid.
I feed the mimic a grand piano made in 1874...
"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 sings Debussy's Clair de Lune.
I feed the mimic a roll of toilet paper and a mask.
The mimic spits out germ-x as appreciation for the toilet paper and mask. You do not wanna be in that room with the mimic when it has no toilet paper.
I feed the mimic a copy of "maneater" by Hall and Oates.
"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.)
(( Btw, you didn't specify if the copy was a digitalized one or simply a plagiated version ))
The Mimic don't understand how it works an illusory image of a Human person.
I feed the Mimic all the members from The Cult of the Dead Cow.
My Ready-to-rock&roll chars:
Dertinus Tristany // Amilcar Barca // Vicenç Sacrarius // Oriol Deulofeu // Grovtuk
The mimic spits out a dead cow and the cows' organs. They udderly stink. The joke too.
I throw in a pot of beans seasoned with the remains of the rest of my party.
The mimic looks sad at the pot, because everyone forgot it’s birthday yesterday. 😢
To make up for it, I put a party hat on the mimic and everyone else, get confetti shooters and presents, and feed it a large birthday cake
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The Mimic starts being dizzy after he/she looks (( it's unclear the gender they have..... aughh )) at the fireworks blasting on the room.
I feed the Mimic a barrel of Champaign, EXTRA quality ( from my lands ).
My Ready-to-rock&roll chars:
Dertinus Tristany // Amilcar Barca // Vicenç Sacrarius // Oriol Deulofeu // Grovtuk
The Mimic eats the barrel, spitting out the champagne. It then sings La Cucaracha 4 times.
I feed the mimic a diamond in the shape of a steak.
The mimic grows diamond teeth.
I feed the mimic slim fast.
"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 downs the slim fast like its at a frat party, then spits up an iron ring. This ring gives you SR15 but is cursed with spell absorption & a taste for blood, only learned after you adorn the ring.
I toss in a portable-hole-in-a-sack trap
The portable hole-in-a-sack trap fails to work due to the rough digestive acids inside the Mimic.
I feed the mimic a sack of Concrete, ( extra quality ).
My Ready-to-rock&roll chars:
Dertinus Tristany // Amilcar Barca // Vicenç Sacrarius // Oriol Deulofeu // Grovtuk
The mimic becomes much much heavier. Like it wasn't heavy enough... Anyone it jumps on will get turned into meat juice.
I feed the mimic a ultra marines chainsword.
"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 some Orcs groanning for moar weapons.
I feed the Mimic a ton of Mayonnaise.
My Ready-to-rock&roll chars:
Dertinus Tristany // Amilcar Barca // Vicenç Sacrarius // Oriol Deulofeu // Grovtuk
It swallows mayonnaise.
I feed it an ultra marine bolt rifle (bolter).
Give a man a fish, and he will eat for a day. Teach a man to fish, and he will eat for a lifetime. Oh, and it would be nice if you gave him a fishing rod.
-Trevor Noah
Current character: Daceth dococeth, moon blessed.
It spits out a word bearers heavy bolter
I feed the mimic the book of vile darkness
It spits out a bible
i feed it a warp fire bolter, the superior form of bolt weaponry *laughs in tzeentch*
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 a blight launcher *Laughs in nurgle*
I feed the mimic the soul of slaanesh (if he/she/it has one?)
The gains some of slaanesh's 'freaky hobbies'... also the mimic now lays claim to the souls of unprotected eldar. Some noise marines come and play some heavy metal in the name of their new overlord ,and things get real crazy.
I feed the mimic Pentiums
"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 Bytes and bits........
I feed the Mymic a RedHat
My Ready-to-rock&roll chars:
Dertinus Tristany // Amilcar Barca // Vicenç Sacrarius // Oriol Deulofeu // Grovtuk
The mimic spits out... an old trench coat and a galosh!
i feed it a slice of cheese
I'm just... you know... friendly... possibly evil necromancer...