Mildenhall

[baronmildenhall]

My name is Baron Theodore Mildenhall. By some peculiar fortune, I have come into possession of a device through which I may commune with others beyond this wretched place.

Hunting has been a hobby of mine for as long as I can remember. Yet now, I find myself in a realm barren of quarry, bereft of purpose, and burdened with… reflection. It seems that this strangle apparatus is the only diversion from the endless torment.

Should any wandering souls wish to offer their condolences or submit inquiries, I shall receive them. And to those whom I have wronged… I humbly beg your pardon. Be assured, whatever justice was due has long since been delivered unto me.

Main Cast

Ribbit: @a-pretty-chill-fella

Caine: @adventurefan

Ragatha: @horsesarebeautiful57

Queenie: @checkmate-queen

Pomni: @pomni-account

Gangle: @jingle-jangle-gangle

Kinger: @stillthatking

Zooble: @zooblesabstracthinking

Bubble: @daddy-bubble01

The Evil Big Tops

Evil Ribbit: @evilribbit

Evil Jax: @eviljaxin

Evil Gangle: @evilribbons

Evil Pomni: @thebetterjester

Evil Zooble: @bazooblesaskbox

Coach Dictator: @dictatorercoach

Non-Evil NPC

Gummygoo: @gummygooo

[baronmildenhall]

Yo, wassap Teddy! What’s the word, my main undead brotha.

Sum bro put you smack dab on my radar and I figz I'd swing on by.

Totally gnarly place ya got cookin here dude. Addams family type bizz. You got them vibes for real. Is there any particular trophy in that crypt of yours that’s totally kickin? Like, which one of your hunts really makes you feel like you’re livin’ large? I want them deets.

-fresh annon

*reads the first two sentences*

*begins to faint*

[nothing-but-a-joke]

Whoah there

[Kaufmo moves to catch him]

[baronmildenhall]

*falls straight through Kaufmo’s arms*

[baronmildenhall]

Yo, wassap Teddy! What’s the word, my main undead brotha.

Sum bro put you smack dab on my radar and I figz I'd swing on by.

Totally gnarly place ya got cookin here dude. Addams family type bizz. You got them vibes for real. Is there any particular trophy in that crypt of yours that’s totally kickin? Like, which one of your hunts really makes you feel like you’re livin’ large? I want them deets.

-fresh annon

*reads the first two sentences*

*begins to faint*

[baronmildenhall]

Is it true that you could turn a 57 second story into a Greek tragedy?

Curious, such a familiar modicum of mockery in such a brief query. This sentiment is reminiscent of my dearest, Martha. She too found great interest in her condemnations of my speech patterns. Assuredly, the love of my life is not mysterious enough to assume said confidentiality, and such unearned optimism could only end in dismay.

Perhaps the one who posed the question is a companion of my absent spouse. The one I was meant to protect. Time and time again, I find myself in a parallel case to that of Orpheus. His talent lies in exquisite melodies, while mine lies in poaching. We strove to protect, yet our ignorance brought forth the passing of the woman closest to us, cursed to never again cross paths.

As for you, dear inquirer and probable companion to my beloved, I wish to thank you for your gift of brief reprieve from my torture. If, by some fortune, you stumble upon my mansion, please do not hesitate to help yourself to my arrangement of beverages in the kitchen. I can only presume that my fine wine ages like— well— I apologize, I am unable to supply an adequate comparison in this present moment.

P.S. I apologize, in my excitement I have only now recalled that I did not provide an answer to your query. I suppose that this rumor holds some level of truth to it, although I will typically state my point in a quick and restrained manner. Moving forward, I will ensure that my response to each question will precede that of any theoretical discussion which may follow.

((OOC: Teddy’s getting too powerful.. he’s discovered the “Bold” feature))

[checkmate-queen]

I'M gOnNa sWiNg aBoVe ThE cHaDeLiEr ThE cHaLiEr- æÆæ

[Aesthetically falls from a random chandelier from the ceiling which has probably never been there before]

...Are you alright, dear?

It's okay, let me just...

*She conjures a butterfly, which flies towards the demon anon.*

It'll heal your pains. Hopefully that helps a little.

[baronmildenhall]

That is most peculiar. You harness the ability to conjure remedial lepidopterans? I must know, are such creatures capable of healing emotional pain?

[a-pretty-chill-fella]

SAY HELLO JUSUS

What is this?! Why is this?!-

yall need to stop doing stupid sauce-

[baronmildenhall]

Occasionally I have witnessed this creature on my myriad of hunting voyages. Curious, I was not aware that one could captured such a marvel and transfer it to this machinery. I wish to meet this “bomb-legalizer” and discuss with them a worthwhile exchange.

[baronmildenhall]

Oooooooh spooky guy!

How are you doing spooky guy?

Foremost, it must be understood that here in the hall of damned is a place where no joy, nor pleasure, nor any feeling other than fear, pain, and suffering may escape through the cracks that separate me from the mortal realm. The only respite from the torture and darkness is the absence of such negative sentiments.

Consequently, many souls have found distractions such as reading, drawing, or cycling. A new spirit has found solace by way of a “podcast”. I was invited to attend but am in no mood for fishing at this hour. Thus, I reverently declined the offer.

Personally, I have taken it upon myself to search for communication with the physical world in the bleak hope that I may hear of my wife and her whereabouts. Although one could say such closure on the matter is not something meant to be awarded unto me.

To answer your question: No, I am not doing well, such a sentiment is beyond my comprehension, but I am doing better than I was yesterday.