The mimic goes back to school to get a g.e.d., afterwards it goes to college to get an associates degree in general business. No longer will the mimic waste its days living in a dingy dimly lit abandoned castle. It will now pursue a career like the mimic's parents wanted it to have.
I feed the mimic a regional manager name plate.
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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.)
JoinThe Absolutely Anything Thread! We need help. Help us. Please. I am begging you please help us I'm so scared for my life right now these people should be locked up
It spits out a red pill.
I feed it the red pill.
RIP Tavern.
All hail King Jovan Fluffycloud Prince
Teleporting elf monk supremacy!, but druids are better
[Cactus]Waffles!”I don’t have any good quotes to put in my sig.” -Me
It spits out a red pill.
I feed it a red pill.
The mimic becomes a neo mimic. It has a slightly edgier design ,and its the new main protagonist. It also has Keanu Reeve's voice.
I feed the mimic a dead dog.
"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 cries(?) and revives the dog.
I feed the mimic something actually edible.
Cat cult is strong. Grammar cult is strong. Ni cult is strong. Sedge cult is strong. All cults are strong.
MilestoGo_24, Bubbub25 and SpeedyTabaxi_CatsForLife may or may not be my friends. Cynophobia almost definitely is.
Pronouns are she/her.
Here, have a thing I made.
It spits out a living dog. Is it the same dog? Did it have a different dog in its stomach the whole tine? We may never know.
I feed it truth serum then start interrogate it about whats in its stomach.
RIP Tavern.
All hail King Jovan Fluffycloud Prince
Teleporting elf monk supremacy!, but druids are better
[Cactus]Waffles!”I don’t have any good quotes to put in my sig.” -Me
The mimic is incapable of speech in Common. Everything it says is garbled to you.
I feed in Samso2
Cat cult is strong. Grammar cult is strong. Ni cult is strong. Sedge cult is strong. All cults are strong.
MilestoGo_24, Bubbub25 and SpeedyTabaxi_CatsForLife may or may not be my friends. Cynophobia almost definitely is.
Pronouns are she/her.
Here, have a thing I made.
It spits out Samso3.
I feed it Samso4
RIP Tavern.
All hail King Jovan Fluffycloud Prince
Teleporting elf monk supremacy!, but druids are better
[Cactus]Waffles!”I don’t have any good quotes to put in my sig.” -Me
Samsomething 5
potion of climbing
Rogue Shadow, the DM (and occasional) PC with schemes of inventive thinking
It scales the wall, stops on the ceiling rifht above you and spits Samso6 on top of your head.
I feed it a Potion of Falling.
RIP Tavern.
All hail King Jovan Fluffycloud Prince
Teleporting elf monk supremacy!, but druids are better
[Cactus]Waffles!”I don’t have any good quotes to put in my sig.” -Me
it falls
I feed it a potion of insanity
Rogue Shadow, the DM (and occasional) PC with schemes of inventive thinking
It spits the potion in your mouth. You both go insane.
I feed the mimic food stamps, a welfare check, and government cheese.
"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 gives it back to you, partially digested.
I feed the mimic the spider monkey from the zoo.
Characters:
Borin, mountain dwarf cleric (knowledge) (inactive)
Varis Ilphelkiir, high elf bard (swords) (inactive)
Reckoner, warforged fighter (eldritch knight) (inactive)
Archduke Gerald, half-orc warlock (pact of the fire elemental) (inactive)
Kurak of Yini Chai, changeling sorcerer (blue draconic bloodline) (active)
It turns into a part-spider, part-monkey, part-mimic aberration that strikes fear into your heart.
I feed it a book called “Why You Need To Rethink Your Life Choices”
RIP Tavern.
All hail King Jovan Fluffycloud Prince
Teleporting elf monk supremacy!, but druids are better
[Cactus]Waffles!”I don’t have any good quotes to put in my sig.” -Me
it spits it out and reads it
I feed it some cheetos while it is reading the book
Rogue Shadow, the DM (and occasional) PC with schemes of inventive thinking
It becomes president.
I ask it how the book is.
RIP Tavern.
All hail King Jovan Fluffycloud Prince
Teleporting elf monk supremacy!, but druids are better
[Cactus]Waffles!”I don’t have any good quotes to put in my sig.” -Me
what book?
Rogue Shadow, the DM (and occasional) PC with schemes of inventive thinking
RIP Tavern.
All hail King Jovan Fluffycloud Prince
Teleporting elf monk supremacy!, but druids are better
[Cactus]Waffles!”I don’t have any good quotes to put in my sig.” -Me
The mimic goes back to school to get a g.e.d., afterwards it goes to college to get an associates degree in general business. No longer will the mimic waste its days living in a dingy dimly lit abandoned castle. It will now pursue a career like the mimic's parents wanted it to have.
I feed the mimic a regional manager name plate.
"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 a half-digested manager.
I feed it a tarrasque.
Join The Absolutely Anything Thread! We need help. Help us. Please. I am begging you please help us I'm so scared for my life right now these people should be locked up
Help me preserve DDB history at The Archive!
In my time being dead I have become a Geometry Dash addict. You should play the level with the ID of 109387224.
It frowned and spits out a note that says “I’m getting a real job! I thought we were over this!”
Despite its protests, I feed it Tarzan.
RIP Tavern.
All hail King Jovan Fluffycloud Prince
Teleporting elf monk supremacy!, but druids are better
[Cactus]Waffles!”I don’t have any good quotes to put in my sig.” -Me
the mimic spits out this image of Tarzan.
I feed the mimic a bunch of ancient artifacts. I'm not quite sure what they are or what they do, but they look really old.
"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.)