The feline mistakes your face for lasagna. He eats you forever.
I'm in the furthest reaches of the Far Realm, eating a space fish.
Lasagna? No, not Garfield! Heathcliff! Does no one know who Heathcliff is? *sigh* I'm old, aren't I?
A very small bone gets stuck in your larynx, but that's not how you die. You die because the space fish was poisonous. Oh, and there's also no air in the Far Realm, so there's that.
I am alive.
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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)
My name echoes through time and space and I hear it's call "Heathcliff, Heathcliff!" I rise triumphantly from the pages of flaming ashes of old papers. I steal Pug's sandwich as they die hungry.
The feline mistakes your face for lasagna. He eats you forever.
I'm in the furthest reaches of the Far Realm, eating a space fish.
Lasagna? No, not Garfield! Heathcliff! Does no one know who Heathcliff is? *sigh* I'm old, aren't I?
A very small bone gets stuck in your larynx, but that's not how you die. You die because the space fish was poisonous. Oh, and there's also no air in the Far Realm, so there's that.
I am alive.
Don't feel bad, Yvonne. You're not as old as Gandalf!
I use your sword to chop off your tentacles.
I took over the Flumph Empire by force.
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)
The flumphs all get turned by a cleric, and they stampede you as they run away.
I am the cleric.
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
You're a cleric that specializes in healing spells, much to the disapproval of your deity, a well-known god of death. Prepare to be smote!
I am relaxing in a boat.
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)
The boat sinks and you are devoured by Blibdoolpoolp, the name I just totally butchered.
I am a level 20 rogue stealing stuff.
You get accidentally smashed into the floor by Demogorgon, who's competing with Blibdoolpoolp for power.
I am a kuo-toa worshipping Leemooggoogoon (the other name for Demogorgon) as he smashes a rogue into the floor.
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Ducks are just geese lite. Focus on the future. It'll become the past soon enough.
Istari and White Counsel in Club. Not the wish-granter of a thread.
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Homebrew: Artifact, Dungeon
May be offline due to school
Your fellow kuo-toa tear you apart because they like Blibdoolpoolp and not Leemooggoogoon.
I am my newest character, a cynical and sarcastic sun elf evoker named Thirteen, researching the innate powers of genasi.
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
Gamer_13 likes the ranger more than the Bard.
Oops, wrong forum. You get killed by a goblin, since you're level 1.
I'm a Master Trickster.
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)
You get tricked by a Master. Namely, Fraz-Urb'luu.
I am Fraz-Urb'luu.
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Ducks are just geese lite. Focus on the future. It'll become the past soon enough.
Istari and White Counsel in Club. Not the wish-granter of a thread.
Become a Plague Doctor today!
Join the Knights of the Random Table and Calius and Kothar Industries!
Homebrew: Artifact, Dungeon
May be offline due to school
The other demon lords munch and crunch you.
I am raising Calvin and Hobbes from the dead so I can see more comics.
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
They decide to retire. A very angry paladin then smites you.
I am reading a comic about one particular orange feline.
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)
The feline mistakes your face for lasagna. He eats you forever.
I'm in the furthest reaches of the Far Realm, eating a space fish.
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
Lasagna? No, not Garfield! Heathcliff! Does no one know who Heathcliff is? *sigh* I'm old, aren't I?
A very small bone gets stuck in your larynx, but that's not how you die. You die because the space fish was poisonous. Oh, and there's also no air in the Far Realm, so there's that.
I am alive.
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)
Until you're not.
I am using my dying breath to wish for a sandwich on another thread.
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Ducks are just geese lite. Focus on the future. It'll become the past soon enough.
Istari and White Counsel in Club. Not the wish-granter of a thread.
Become a Plague Doctor today!
Join the Knights of the Random Table and Calius and Kothar Industries!
Homebrew: Artifact, Dungeon
May be offline due to school
My name echoes through time and space and I hear it's call "Heathcliff, Heathcliff!" I rise triumphantly from the pages of flaming ashes of old papers. I steal Pug's sandwich as they die hungry.
That's what happens when you wear a helmet your whole life!
My house rules
Joke's on you, it was an arsenic sandwich and now you're going to die from it.
I am a ghost eating the ghost of the dead arsenic sandwich.
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Ducks are just geese lite. Focus on the future. It'll become the past soon enough.
Istari and White Counsel in Club. Not the wish-granter of a thread.
Become a Plague Doctor today!
Join the Knights of the Random Table and Calius and Kothar Industries!
Homebrew: Artifact, Dungeon
May be offline due to school
You become corporeal from consuming another spirit, and then a furious cleric smites you into dust.
I am reading a 365-page spellbook.
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)
Don't feel bad, Yvonne. You're not as old as Gandalf!
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
The book puts you into a coma.
I am smoking a pipe in a hobbit hole
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
Some band of crazy dwarves tell you to go on a quest with them. Three days later, you all die to a dragon's breath weapon.
I am listening to some music.
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)
(ah yes. The true hobbit reference)
The music explodes your brain.
I am sleeping under a mound of gold.
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde