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7 yrs ago
Current NOTICE: I NEED TO PUT EVERYTHING ON HOLD. I'M MOVING! I'LL BE WITHOUT INTERNET FOR A WHILE. SORRY GUYS. AT LEAST I'M NOT DEAD.
7 yrs ago
What do you mean it's 'not healthy' to use a four hour nap in the afternoon as an excuse to stay up the rest of the night
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7 yrs ago
Sometimes I wonder why I have back problems, then I remember that I spent ~10 hours a day sitting down...
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7 yrs ago
I just want a nap, and perhaps some pineapple pizza...damn my gluten intolerance.
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8 yrs ago
Finals are kicking my ass
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Bio

You can call me Zero.

Self-identifying gay furry.

My roleplaying skills are a bit rusty, but I have been writing since I was eight. I think that with enough time, I can become an excellent roleplaying partner. All I ask for is your patience - I am still getting used to this website, after all.

Current interests: Sci-fi/Fantasy, robots, movies, and books.
Favorite books: We Need to Talk About Kevin, House of Leaves, A Clockwork Orange, Good Omens, The Long Walk
Favorite movies: Scott Pilgrim vs. The World, The Cornetto Trilogy, Heathers, American Psycho

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How big is the town in our setting, approximately? Is it a big sprawling city, or a cozy little small town where everyone knows everyone?


Seconded. This would be great to know for the overall context of our characters.
@Night_ Star
Pridopus was absolutely terrified.

It had taken them a moment to truly take in not only the amount of people in this building but the diversity; from mechanical spirit-creatures that clicked and whirred with clockwork parts to blobby dragon-shaped creatures producing slurred speech as it downed another odd-colored beverage. Well, if nothing else everyone looked...nonthreatening.

Their hand left their pouch.

Pridopus walked the rest of the way inside and began the slow stride to the bar. They...honestly had no clue who to ask for something to eat, but if nothing else maybe they could down something fruity enough to fill their stomach for now. The clockwork creature was shaking the hand of the plain man, and Pridopus didn't want to make things awkward by interrupting. After all, if things got nasty than two against one would be absolutely terrifying on a floating rock-island.

What about that self-possessed lady, the one who'd been speaking just now? Pridopus was rather drawn to the calming blue of her clothing.

They walked up to her, head cast down, and, in a voice muffled heavily by the cloth over their face, asked,

"Uh...pardon me, madam...?"
Devouring too many souls to the point where the soul economy crashed and now all we have left are shitty secondhand souls.
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Basically, no objections to the wendigo piece, but I also want to make sure there are balances.


Let's say that my wendigo character feels that he was forced into this shadowy monster network unfairly (in the sense that he was in a survival situation in which the consumption of human flesh was an inevitable factor that led to his survival), and, stuck in this hideous form, detests the system's insistence that he stay in hiding. Could he be on the side of Nemsemet?
I'd be willing to try this. Would a creature such as a wendigo be accepted?
Does anyone know when we're beginning the IC?
The figure, who at this point was going by the alias Pridopus, stopped with comical suddenness. They weren't expecting to be spotted so...quickly. They turned around, eyes frantically scanning the area outside for an escape - but...oh.

There was nothing outside.

The restaurant seemed to be floating atop a tiny plot of land in an endless void of stars, planets, and ancient galaxies. How- how were they even breathing?

Pridopus decided not to pursue it. One thing that they had learned from their frequent interstellar travels was that if you come across something that you do not understand, just don't think about it. Thinking too hard about things made you vulnerable, and besides, you were very, very unlikely to actually learn much of anything. Especially when you are liable to POMPF into a completely different plane of existence at any moment.

Pridopus spun back around, walked in. The door closed behind them with spine-rattling finality. Their hand had still not left their leather pouch. Their hood fell slightly over their eyes as they took a passing glance at it, and their other hand came back up to push it back. They looked back in the direction of the voice: a genial enough face, if unremarkable. They felt the tension from their shoulders loosen.

And then their stomach growled again.
Interested. I love deconstructed superhero tropes - has OP read/seen Watchmen?

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