Pm me the word Avocado🥑 For a prize!I am prob not online but pm me and i will dig up comments tht are old or forgottten. approx time about 7 days to finish and i need the approximate page number. But I will dig up the info.
You forgot. This is just a dream. Something- something knocked you out. You begin to awaken as the sound of clinking can be heard, and you open your eyes; you are strapped to a chair, somewhere. You notice me turn to you, grabbing a mace- no, a flail. As I swing it to your skull the last thing you see is a poster of a femboy fox on one of the walls
While you are swinging a mace at my head, I transfer my conscience over to your body, Saving myself whilst killing yer self, then I burn all the posters in this room.
The sheer anger of you burning the posters swells in me, regaining my body and putting a permanent mental shield over it. You die, whist I grab spare posters and put them back up
A group of 2897 adventurers that are all level 2021 defeat your tarasque with many well-placed wish spells.
Then all the heart emojis on your sig proceed to maul your body beyond repair and revification
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─────═╡ 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 ╞═───── From the void’s cold embrace I rise— swift as shadows, silent as the endless night. Mercy is my blade, mercy is my glory; a light in darkness, a reckoning for the lost. I move faster than fate, carrying the weight of mercy and honor, an echo of power that no silence can contain. Glory is the path, mercy the crown— I am the storm the void whispers of. ───────═╡ ╞═────────
Owen casts "Waz" aka "Bad Spelling" aka "Vicious Mockery" on himself and takes a hit point of damage and abruptly decides to die.
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─────═╡ 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 ╞═───── From the void’s cold embrace I rise— swift as shadows, silent as the endless night. Mercy is my blade, mercy is my glory; a light in darkness, a reckoning for the lost. I move faster than fate, carrying the weight of mercy and honor, an echo of power that no silence can contain. Glory is the path, mercy the crown— I am the storm the void whispers of. ───────═╡ ╞═────────
You trick yourself into thinking you are a green dragon and jump off a cliff, into the path of a real green dragon that is spitting poison.
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─────═╡ 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 ╞═───── From the void’s cold embrace I rise— swift as shadows, silent as the endless night. Mercy is my blade, mercy is my glory; a light in darkness, a reckoning for the lost. I move faster than fate, carrying the weight of mercy and honor, an echo of power that no silence can contain. Glory is the path, mercy the crown— I am the storm the void whispers of. ───────═╡ ╞═────────
Sadly, that big ol' red demon thingy in your PFP? Thats not you. in fact, you're. lvl one wizard who is currently figting it and rolled a nat 1 on inspiration. Good luck!
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Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
You my friend, awake. Sounds of thrashing maws, blood dripping, and the such, as you are worried, chained to a bed, you see me. A short figure, yet one that will end you. I'm tinkering with knifes, crafting weapons, cackling. The thrashing maws are behind you, aggressive canids. I walk over, and stab you twice in the chest, feeling the pain, yet you survive. Than I whistle, the dogs pounce on you, tearing you apart. Your last sight is some art of my fursona (Uh my PFP) taped to a bloodied wall, the last sound you hear the dogs barking >:3c
you got rickrolled
Hi, I am a pug and I like Noobs in Combat, Pugs and Big Weapons like Ballistas, RPGS and Recoilless Rifles.
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Pm me the word Avocado🥑 For a prize!I am prob not online but pm me and i will dig up comments tht are old or forgottten. approx time about 7 days to finish and i need the approximate page number. But I will dig up the info.
You finally get that avocado you always wanted but unfortunately… it’s poisoned.
he/him/his ——— rosenrot
You're heart was pierced :)
Anime lover, puller of all nighters, destroyer of angels,
I'm only ten years old :)
Has 42 characters
Ultimate homebrewer.
I also play sword World 2.5, a Japanese TTRPG.
your favorite anime series ends. You die of heartbreak
PM me the word tomato
I take out that sharp tooth of yours and show what ya do with sharp stuff
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
Your pet runs away, then kills you
Owen is here. enjoy my favorite game. I like DND. PM ME THE WORD TOMATO.
everywhere except arizona getss blown up. shame your NOT in arizona.
PM me the word tomato
You forgot. This is just a dream. Something- something knocked you out. You begin to awaken as the sound of clinking can be heard, and you open your eyes; you are strapped to a chair, somewhere. You notice me turn to you, grabbing a mace- no, a flail. As I swing it to your skull the last thing you see is a poster of a femboy fox on one of the walls
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
While you are swinging a mace at my head, I transfer my conscience over to your body, Saving myself whilst killing yer self, then I burn all the posters in this room.
Loremaster, Achievement hunter, Elden Lord.
I have been playing dnd for untold eons.
Myrkridia Statistics here!
The sheer anger of you burning the posters swells in me, regaining my body and putting a permanent mental shield over it. You die, whist I grab spare posters and put them back up
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
A group of 2897 adventurers that are all level 2021 defeat your tarasque with many well-placed wish spells.
Then all the heart emojis on your sig proceed to maul your body beyond repair and revification
─────═╡ 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 ╞═─────
From the void’s cold embrace I rise—
swift as shadows, silent as the endless night.
Mercy is my blade, mercy is my glory;
a light in darkness, a reckoning for the lost.
I move faster than fate, carrying the weight of mercy and honor,
an echo of power that no silence can contain.
Glory is the path, mercy the crown—
I am the storm the void whispers of.
───────═╡ ╞═────────
A angry wizard who thinks fireball can solve anything casts it on you. This kills you instantly
Owen is here. enjoy my favorite game. I like DND. PM ME THE WORD TOMATO.
Damn.
Owen casts "Waz" aka "Bad Spelling" aka "Vicious Mockery" on himself and takes a hit point of damage and abruptly decides to die.
─────═╡ 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 ╞═─────
From the void’s cold embrace I rise—
swift as shadows, silent as the endless night.
Mercy is my blade, mercy is my glory;
a light in darkness, a reckoning for the lost.
I move faster than fate, carrying the weight of mercy and honor,
an echo of power that no silence can contain.
Glory is the path, mercy the crown—
I am the storm the void whispers of.
───────═╡ ╞═────────
Your insanity causes you to throw yourself off a cliff into the path of a fireball-casting wizard.
I make strange but effective solutions to your DM problems!
Homebrew: Monsters Species Spells Background(s)
I am secretly a green dragon. Also a Demon Lord.
You trick yourself into thinking you are a green dragon and jump off a cliff, into the path of a real green dragon that is spitting poison.
─────═╡ 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 ╞═─────
From the void’s cold embrace I rise—
swift as shadows, silent as the endless night.
Mercy is my blade, mercy is my glory;
a light in darkness, a reckoning for the lost.
I move faster than fate, carrying the weight of mercy and honor,
an echo of power that no silence can contain.
Glory is the path, mercy the crown—
I am the storm the void whispers of.
───────═╡ ╞═────────
You get trapped in a hollow 10 ft. cube with a Lv. 5 evocation wizard that knows fireball and a group of goblins.
I make strange but effective solutions to your DM problems!
Homebrew: Monsters Species Spells Background(s)
I am secretly a green dragon. Also a Demon Lord.
This one is a classic, but still good.
Sadly, that big ol' red demon thingy in your PFP? Thats not you. in fact, you're. lvl one wizard who is currently figting it and rolled a nat 1 on inspiration. Good luck!
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
DON'T TRUST SALEM AND NANER! I'M ON THE MOST!!!
Camp Half-Blood Archives
A cat assassinates you for the thrown
(by the way, my cat did it)
Anime lover, puller of all nighters, destroyer of angels,
I'm only ten years old :)
Has 42 characters
Ultimate homebrewer.
I also play sword World 2.5, a Japanese TTRPG.
You my friend, awake. Sounds of thrashing maws, blood dripping, and the such, as you are worried, chained to a bed, you see me. A short figure, yet one that will end you. I'm tinkering with knifes, crafting weapons, cackling. The thrashing maws are behind you, aggressive canids. I walk over, and stab you twice in the chest, feeling the pain, yet you survive. Than I whistle, the dogs pounce on you, tearing you apart. Your last sight is some art of my fursona (Uh my PFP) taped to a bloodied wall, the last sound you hear the dogs barking >:3c
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
Malware infects your cpu, deleting every file
I make stuff that i want to make, i don’t like being told my ideas are stupid
Long live Grandpa Nurgle, bringer of gifts
Long live Gork and Mork, the cunning but brutal and brutal but cunning