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Ghost whispers: interactions
Dungeon echoes: ask tag
The rest should be self explanatory.
MPREG???!?!??!??!?!?!
Should I make John pregnant when he comes back
See above question
Yes
No
What the fuck
If this gets 10,000 notes, then I'll go to therapy.
Aileax stop
Aileax please
@f4y3w00d5 @combustion-wizard @character-selecton @monsterfucker-research-wizard @physically-omnipotent-god
FANDOMS CONVERGE ON THIS POST, THERAPY CAN HAPPEN!
WHOA YEAH I'LL HELP @nova-the-killjoy @mychemicalwhatever @the-gnomish-bastard @ashen-the-tiefling @thepotatoheadsaga AND EVERYONE ELSE TOO
@ireallyliketalldarksultrymen @frog-in-the-bog @feta-cheese-raviolis @moth-without-toes 😈😈😈😈😈
I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL DELETE THIS POST AT 9,000
YOU WILL NOT!!!! IF YOU DO WE SHALL FIND YOU
NOOOOO YOU CAN'T DO THIS TOO ME I DON'T WANT TO GO TO THERAPY YOU CAN'T MAKE ME
never mind that the campus has free therapy services
I DON'T NEED THERAPY I SWEAR ON MY LIFE I DON'T NEED THERAPY
YOU MUST GO TO THERAPY I ABSOLUTELY WILL MAKE YOU!!! AND USE THE FUCKING FREE THERAPY
YOU CAN GET FREE THERAPY YOU SHOULD USE IT
@ashen-the-tiefling @the-door-wizards @agentldiddy @the-haiku-bot
We need to get this Person to therapy as Fast as possible
On it. TO ME MY X-MEN!!!! @ferno-does-random-shit @terrencetheshark14 @jhomikle @a-steamy-roll @mayhem-moth @cu-riogach @lukadjo @phlo0p @mayhaps-am-mallard @1dreana0 @gwblwbwlwbl @sun-almighty-wukong @theflowerchild1 @apprentice-wizard-mr-mary-mack @profeshinul-wizurd I summon nearly all of my mutuals (one already @ed me and another, and one has been seemingly lost in the war) to get OP some therapy.
Yes, @jhomikle , show OP ultimate mercy
Operation METS (Magical Endgame Therapy Spam) is GO!
I call upon A LEGION of the Magical, The Gimmick, and Those That are just plain Cool
HELP GET TO 10K!!! HELP SPREAD THE WORD!!!
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Oh no, I'm with the shadowy looking fellow. Last time I went to therapy, a siren whispered sweet nothings into my ear until I passed out. Woke up in a damp undersea cave lathered in coconut oil. Do you know how hard it is to find a decent fish taco in the middle of the ocean?
CALLING THE EPPRBCU! I REPEAT, CALLING THE EPPRBCU!
@anton-exe @kschwal-the-sardinianarchist @eldritchdemonfox @coloredmesa @lukadjo @saint-official @goldstar184 @pkscarlet @computerintestines @orange-and-green-chess-board AND EVERYONE ELSE I CAN'T BOTHER TO MENTION, GET 'EM!!!!!!
Some time after Set's check-in, Azothel is running the Goldracht. Maintaining the flow of the proper alchemical reagents to keep the engine running efficiently, checking her timetables for when she needs to reach the next stop, guiding the tracks along through the terrain near John's castle. She is silent, but as content as an NPC can be. But then her vision starts to cloud. The terrible knowledge that Set had so kindly tried to hide away for Azothel began to peel away at the flimsy facade, as if it had only just realised there was any sort of barrier at all and was taking its time getting back to her. She saw not her train, but some vast void. Garbled text floated past, indecipherable to her simple, feeble mind. The invisible faces of greater beings reared themselves, beings that her behaviour pathways could not apply to. It all came crashing back to her, slowly, like a meandering landslide. Azothel could no longer see the Goldracht Express or the land around it, fully consumed by the horrible vision that showed her everything and nothing, overwhelming her with so much broken, scattered information that she had no way, no reason, to put together and try to comprehend. But suddenly, it's gone. Her sight returned, the knowledge thrust upon her becoming little mire than a searing memory, sitting derelict in her automated mind, ignored by procedures that cannot apply. Azothel reaches for the controls, but her hand does not move. She's frozen in place, forced to watch with apathy and perhaps a hint of primal, consuming terror as the train veers towards a massive tree.
A thunderous crash resounds across the landscape as the Goldracht collides with the ancient oak, splintering it to the ground as the train is thrown off its rails. If it was capable of taking damage that wasn't superficial, the train would be completely destroyed. As it is, the Goldracht lays battered and crumpled, burst pipes and damaged vents spewing neon-coloured alchemical smog, raising up like a vibrant smoke signal.
(Enrique is blankly staring off into space. Upon hearing the crash, they begin crawling towards the train, evidently not sure if it's a threat or not.)
What was that? Uh oh! Danger? I should investigate. Danger? Maybe someone is injured! Danger?
(Their voice keeps switching between poorly done default lines and it's actual voice.)
A number of the train doors manage to pull open at your approach, including a few where debris from the tree happened to make a convenient ramp or ladder. Quiet squabbling can be heard inside, and yelping.
Okay, maybe the driver didn't go kaput.
(Enrique crawls through one of the doors. Enrique does not seem to have noticed Tommy.)
I heard something! Hello? KRGH! Monster! Hello? Danger? ARGHH!!! Must have been the wind. I'll find you, enemy! Attack! I'll not run! Hello? Are you alright? Stop right there! To arms! Time to die! Hello? Are you injured? No! Injured! Are you alright? I heard something!
(They appear to be trying to enter a combat animation, seemingly attempting to draw a sword. Which is difficult, when you are unarmed. They also keep ragdolling when it attempts it, due to their lack of legs, damaging it.)
There are a number of small, gargoyle-like homunculi in the dim train car, flitting about on heavy wings and trying to restore the toppled wares that fell off their shelves in the crash, talking to eachother and seemingly arguing in a strange, guttural language. One of them though is trapped, pinned under a rack that had fallen over. It seems to be the source of the yelping you heard, and when it notices the two of you it starts gesturing pleadingly with its free arm.
I think we should help these things.
(Enrique notices Tommy, and attempt to enter a combat stance again. This fails, and Enrique then waves both their hands.)
Oh! You're friendly, my mistake! We must slay these monsters! ARGHHHH!!!
(Enrique used BlueYellowKnife! Their right hand changes into the shape of a blade, and they bring it down on the head of the gargoyle. A critical hit! 2 damage.)
DIE MONSTER! YOU'LL NEVER HURT ANYONE AGAIN! In the name of the red star. DIE!
(2 damage again. 1 damage. 1 damage. 1 damage. They're breathing heavily, apparently out of stamina.)
The homonculus screeches and whimpers, trying to bat you away as you cleave off small pieces of its soft clay body. Some of the others drop their duties and hover around you, wanting to stop you but unsure how to do it safely. They clamour and bark, pointing at Tommy and miming pulling Enrique away
Hey, why are you thingies pointing at me? I didn't do anything! It's the ghost's fault one of yours is hurt!
(Enrique stops breathing heavily.)
Oh! You're friendly! My mistake! So sorry! I'm not myself you see. I'm not myself you see. I'm-
(Their voice glitches.)
So sorry!
(Enrique casts a healing spell. It has no effect.)
Well, I suppose we should get going, boss! Where to next?
(They stare expectantly at Tommy.)
A clanking echoes from somewhere in the train. Something, or someone, is active in one of the other train cars.
Now that Enrique has stopped attacking the trapped homunculus, the others help it get free. It snarls weakly at you, and scampers away towards the engine, the same direction you heard the clanking come from. The remaining homonculi grumble, but go back to cleaning the train as best they can, giving you both the cold shoulder all the while. The forward door on this car is open wide, but the corresponding door on the next seems wedged in place, only open enough for the small clay beings to squeeze through.
Hold up. I'll check the engine.
Let's get going. I'm right behind you. See any trouble?
(Enrique follows Tommy.)
The clanking gets closer, like it's coming from behind you. Is this a friend, or a foe?
The door is stuck fast, but with a good deal of effort you're able to pry it open just wide enough to squeeze through yourself. This car was the main "checkout" area, with Azothel's counter and less shelves than the other cars. Burst pipes hang from the ceiling, dripping fluids onto the carpet that cast an eerie glow on everything. It faintly sizzles.
I believe this train's driver is somewhere here. Come on, Ghost (I never even learned your name)! Let's look for them!
*looks at Tommy angrily*
HOW ARE YOU EVEN HERE, INGRID?!
I'm right behind you. Lead the way.
The clanking gets closer, and a door opens. A stranger, with sandy hair and gray armor, looks around the inside of the train car.
Hmm... Oh! Enrique! What are you doing here?
When you stop moving, and there's a moment of silence, you all realize you can hear... something. Quiet static, fading and coming back like the crashing of waves. Its coming from the next car up, which should be the engine cab. Every now and again, you can just barely make out what seem to be broken, stuttering lines of dialogue.
Yup. That's probably the train driver. They're probably not feeling well if they sound like that.
*Tommy attempts to reach into the engine cab, but fails*
Don't worry, Tommy! I can help!
*Ingrid reaches into the engine cab and tries to locate the source of the broken dialogue*
(Enrique starts crawling into the wall and then clips? Or teleports? Into the engine cab.)
Wait! Come back-
Semi seems to really want Enrique's attention. Why? For what purpose?
The cab is surprisingly dark, the windows and the gap between it and the car behind have been covered by leaves and branches. The whole "room", already small in good condition, has been crumpled in. Crouching in the corner, completely still, you see Azothel. She mutters to herself in glitched lines, her eyes emitting the only light in the cab in the form of static. Every now and again you can see flashes of... something. It's incomprehensible to you, especially with your sentience stripped from you.
Alright, who here knows how to fix this?
I don't!
I wasn't talking to you, Ingrid.
(Enrique stares at Azothel.)
Hello, traveler! Are you in need of a companion? Why, I know, you must be if you're here! Well look no further! I'm good with a blade and I love to explore dark, haunted dungeons!
Some time after Set's check-in, Azothel is running the Goldracht. Maintaining the flow of the proper alchemical reagents to keep the engine running efficiently, checking her timetables for when she needs to reach the next stop, guiding the tracks along through the terrain near John's castle. She is silent, but as content as an NPC can be. But then her vision starts to cloud. The terrible knowledge that Set had so kindly tried to hide away for Azothel began to peel away at the flimsy facade, as if it had only just realised there was any sort of barrier at all and was taking its time getting back to her. She saw not her train, but some vast void. Garbled text floated past, indecipherable to her simple, feeble mind. The invisible faces of greater beings reared themselves, beings that her behaviour pathways could not apply to. It all came crashing back to her, slowly, like a meandering landslide. Azothel could no longer see the Goldracht Express or the land around it, fully consumed by the horrible vision that showed her everything and nothing, overwhelming her with so much broken, scattered information that she had no way, no reason, to put together and try to comprehend. But suddenly, it's gone. Her sight returned, the knowledge thrust upon her becoming little mire than a searing memory, sitting derelict in her automated mind, ignored by procedures that cannot apply. Azothel reaches for the controls, but her hand does not move. She's frozen in place, forced to watch with apathy and perhaps a hint of primal, consuming terror as the train veers towards a massive tree.
A thunderous crash resounds across the landscape as the Goldracht collides with the ancient oak, splintering it to the ground as the train is thrown off its rails. If it was capable of taking damage that wasn't superficial, the train would be completely destroyed. As it is, the Goldracht lays battered and crumpled, burst pipes and damaged vents spewing neon-coloured alchemical smog, raising up like a vibrant smoke signal.
(Enrique is blankly staring off into space. Upon hearing the crash, they begin crawling towards the train, evidently not sure if it's a threat or not.)
What was that? Uh oh! Danger? I should investigate. Danger? Maybe someone is injured! Danger?
(Their voice keeps switching between poorly done default lines and it's actual voice.)
A number of the train doors manage to pull open at your approach, including a few where debris from the tree happened to make a convenient ramp or ladder. Quiet squabbling can be heard inside, and yelping.
Okay, maybe the driver didn't go kaput.
(Enrique crawls through one of the doors. Enrique does not seem to have noticed Tommy.)
I heard something! Hello? KRGH! Monster! Hello? Danger? ARGHH!!! Must have been the wind. I'll find you, enemy! Attack! I'll not run! Hello? Are you alright? Stop right there! To arms! Time to die! Hello? Are you injured? No! Injured! Are you alright? I heard something!
(They appear to be trying to enter a combat animation, seemingly attempting to draw a sword. Which is difficult, when you are unarmed. They also keep ragdolling when it attempts it, due to their lack of legs, damaging it.)
There are a number of small, gargoyle-like homunculi in the dim train car, flitting about on heavy wings and trying to restore the toppled wares that fell off their shelves in the crash, talking to eachother and seemingly arguing in a strange, guttural language. One of them though is trapped, pinned under a rack that had fallen over. It seems to be the source of the yelping you heard, and when it notices the two of you it starts gesturing pleadingly with its free arm.
I think we should help these things.
(Enrique notices Tommy, and attempt to enter a combat stance again. This fails, and Enrique then waves both their hands.)
Oh! You're friendly, my mistake! We must slay these monsters! ARGHHHH!!!
(Enrique used BlueYellowKnife! Their right hand changes into the shape of a blade, and they bring it down on the head of the gargoyle. A critical hit! 2 damage.)
DIE MONSTER! YOU'LL NEVER HURT ANYONE AGAIN! In the name of the red star. DIE!
(2 damage again. 1 damage. 1 damage. 1 damage. They're breathing heavily, apparently out of stamina.)
The homonculus screeches and whimpers, trying to bat you away as you cleave off small pieces of its soft clay body. Some of the others drop their duties and hover around you, wanting to stop you but unsure how to do it safely. They clamour and bark, pointing at Tommy and miming pulling Enrique away
Hey, why are you thingies pointing at me? I didn't do anything! It's the ghost's fault one of yours is hurt!
(Enrique stops breathing heavily.)
Oh! You're friendly! My mistake! So sorry! I'm not myself you see. I'm not myself you see. I'm-
(Their voice glitches.)
So sorry!
(Enrique casts a healing spell. It has no effect.)
Well, I suppose we should get going, boss! Where to next?
(They stare expectantly at Tommy.)
A clanking echoes from somewhere in the train. Something, or someone, is active in one of the other train cars.
Now that Enrique has stopped attacking the trapped homunculus, the others help it get free. It snarls weakly at you, and scampers away towards the engine, the same direction you heard the clanking come from. The remaining homonculi grumble, but go back to cleaning the train as best they can, giving you both the cold shoulder all the while. The forward door on this car is open wide, but the corresponding door on the next seems wedged in place, only open enough for the small clay beings to squeeze through.
Hold up. I'll check the engine.
Let's get going. I'm right behind you. See any trouble?
(Enrique follows Tommy.)
The clanking gets closer, like it's coming from behind you. Is this a friend, or a foe?
The door is stuck fast, but with a good deal of effort you're able to pry it open just wide enough to squeeze through yourself. This car was the main "checkout" area, with Azothel's counter and less shelves than the other cars. Burst pipes hang from the ceiling, dripping fluids onto the carpet that cast an eerie glow on everything. It faintly sizzles.
I believe this train's driver is somewhere here. Come on, Ghost (I never even learned your name)! Let's look for them!
*looks at Tommy angrily*
HOW ARE YOU EVEN HERE, INGRID?!
I'm right behind you. Lead the way.
The clanking gets closer, and a door opens. A stranger, with sandy hair and gray armor, looks around the inside of the train car.
Hmm... Oh! Enrique! What are you doing here?
When you stop moving, and there's a moment of silence, you all realize you can hear... something. Quiet static, fading and coming back like the crashing of waves. Its coming from the next car up, which should be the engine cab. Every now and again, you can just barely make out what seem to be broken, stuttering lines of dialogue.
Yup. That's probably the train driver. They're probably not feeling well if they sound like that.
*Tommy attempts to reach into the engine cab, but fails*
Don't worry, Tommy! I can help!
*Ingrid reaches into the engine cab and tries to locate the source of the broken dialogue*
(Enrique starts crawling into the wall and then clips? Or teleports? Into the engine cab.)
Some time after Set's check-in, Azothel is running the Goldracht. Maintaining the flow of the proper alchemical reagents to keep the engine running efficiently, checking her timetables for when she needs to reach the next stop, guiding the tracks along through the terrain near John's castle. She is silent, but as content as an NPC can be. But then her vision starts to cloud. The terrible knowledge that Set had so kindly tried to hide away for Azothel began to peel away at the flimsy facade, as if it had only just realised there was any sort of barrier at all and was taking its time getting back to her. She saw not her train, but some vast void. Garbled text floated past, indecipherable to her simple, feeble mind. The invisible faces of greater beings reared themselves, beings that her behaviour pathways could not apply to. It all came crashing back to her, slowly, like a meandering landslide. Azothel could no longer see the Goldracht Express or the land around it, fully consumed by the horrible vision that showed her everything and nothing, overwhelming her with so much broken, scattered information that she had no way, no reason, to put together and try to comprehend. But suddenly, it's gone. Her sight returned, the knowledge thrust upon her becoming little mire than a searing memory, sitting derelict in her automated mind, ignored by procedures that cannot apply. Azothel reaches for the controls, but her hand does not move. She's frozen in place, forced to watch with apathy and perhaps a hint of primal, consuming terror as the train veers towards a massive tree.
A thunderous crash resounds across the landscape as the Goldracht collides with the ancient oak, splintering it to the ground as the train is thrown off its rails. If it was capable of taking damage that wasn't superficial, the train would be completely destroyed. As it is, the Goldracht lays battered and crumpled, burst pipes and damaged vents spewing neon-coloured alchemical smog, raising up like a vibrant smoke signal.
(Enrique is blankly staring off into space. Upon hearing the crash, they begin crawling towards the train, evidently not sure if it's a threat or not.)
What was that? Uh oh! Danger? I should investigate. Danger? Maybe someone is injured! Danger?
(Their voice keeps switching between poorly done default lines and it's actual voice.)
A number of the train doors manage to pull open at your approach, including a few where debris from the tree happened to make a convenient ramp or ladder. Quiet squabbling can be heard inside, and yelping.
Okay, maybe the driver didn't go kaput.
(Enrique crawls through one of the doors. Enrique does not seem to have noticed Tommy.)
I heard something! Hello? KRGH! Monster! Hello? Danger? ARGHH!!! Must have been the wind. I'll find you, enemy! Attack! I'll not run! Hello? Are you alright? Stop right there! To arms! Time to die! Hello? Are you injured? No! Injured! Are you alright? I heard something!
(They appear to be trying to enter a combat animation, seemingly attempting to draw a sword. Which is difficult, when you are unarmed. They also keep ragdolling when it attempts it, due to their lack of legs, damaging it.)
There are a number of small, gargoyle-like homunculi in the dim train car, flitting about on heavy wings and trying to restore the toppled wares that fell off their shelves in the crash, talking to eachother and seemingly arguing in a strange, guttural language. One of them though is trapped, pinned under a rack that had fallen over. It seems to be the source of the yelping you heard, and when it notices the two of you it starts gesturing pleadingly with its free arm.
I think we should help these things.
(Enrique notices Tommy, and attempt to enter a combat stance again. This fails, and Enrique then waves both their hands.)
Oh! You're friendly, my mistake! We must slay these monsters! ARGHHHH!!!
(Enrique used BlueYellowKnife! Their right hand changes into the shape of a blade, and they bring it down on the head of the gargoyle. A critical hit! 2 damage.)
DIE MONSTER! YOU'LL NEVER HURT ANYONE AGAIN! In the name of the red star. DIE!
(2 damage again. 1 damage. 1 damage. 1 damage. They're breathing heavily, apparently out of stamina.)
The homonculus screeches and whimpers, trying to bat you away as you cleave off small pieces of its soft clay body. Some of the others drop their duties and hover around you, wanting to stop you but unsure how to do it safely. They clamour and bark, pointing at Tommy and miming pulling Enrique away
Hey, why are you thingies pointing at me? I didn't do anything! It's the ghost's fault one of yours is hurt!
(Enrique stops breathing heavily.)
Oh! You're friendly! My mistake! So sorry! I'm not myself you see. I'm not myself you see. I'm-
(Their voice glitches.)
So sorry!
(Enrique casts a healing spell. It has no effect.)
Well, I suppose we should get going, boss! Where to next?
(They stare expectantly at Tommy.)
A clanking echoes from somewhere in the train. Something, or someone, is active in one of the other train cars.
Now that Enrique has stopped attacking the trapped homunculus, the others help it get free. It snarls weakly at you, and scampers away towards the engine, the same direction you heard the clanking come from. The remaining homonculi grumble, but go back to cleaning the train as best they can, giving you both the cold shoulder all the while. The forward door on this car is open wide, but the corresponding door on the next seems wedged in place, only open enough for the small clay beings to squeeze through.
Hold up. I'll check the engine.
Let's get going. I'm right behind you. See any trouble?
(Enrique follows Tommy.)
The clanking gets closer, like it's coming from behind you. Is this a friend, or a foe?
The door is stuck fast, but with a good deal of effort you're able to pry it open just wide enough to squeeze through yourself. This car was the main "checkout" area, with Azothel's counter and less shelves than the other cars. Burst pipes hang from the ceiling, dripping fluids onto the carpet that cast an eerie glow on everything. It faintly sizzles.
I believe this train's driver is somewhere here. Come on, Ghost (I never even learned your name)! Let's look for them!
*looks at Tommy angrily*
HOW ARE YOU EVEN HERE, INGRID?!
I'm right behind you. Lead the way.
Some time after Set's check-in, Azothel is running the Goldracht. Maintaining the flow of the proper alchemical reagents to keep the engine running efficiently, checking her timetables for when she needs to reach the next stop, guiding the tracks along through the terrain near John's castle. She is silent, but as content as an NPC can be. But then her vision starts to cloud. The terrible knowledge that Set had so kindly tried to hide away for Azothel began to peel away at the flimsy facade, as if it had only just realised there was any sort of barrier at all and was taking its time getting back to her. She saw not her train, but some vast void. Garbled text floated past, indecipherable to her simple, feeble mind. The invisible faces of greater beings reared themselves, beings that her behaviour pathways could not apply to. It all came crashing back to her, slowly, like a meandering landslide. Azothel could no longer see the Goldracht Express or the land around it, fully consumed by the horrible vision that showed her everything and nothing, overwhelming her with so much broken, scattered information that she had no way, no reason, to put together and try to comprehend. But suddenly, it's gone. Her sight returned, the knowledge thrust upon her becoming little mire than a searing memory, sitting derelict in her automated mind, ignored by procedures that cannot apply. Azothel reaches for the controls, but her hand does not move. She's frozen in place, forced to watch with apathy and perhaps a hint of primal, consuming terror as the train veers towards a massive tree.
A thunderous crash resounds across the landscape as the Goldracht collides with the ancient oak, splintering it to the ground as the train is thrown off its rails. If it was capable of taking damage that wasn't superficial, the train would be completely destroyed. As it is, the Goldracht lays battered and crumpled, burst pipes and damaged vents spewing neon-coloured alchemical smog, raising up like a vibrant smoke signal.
(Enrique is blankly staring off into space. Upon hearing the crash, they begin crawling towards the train, evidently not sure if it's a threat or not.)
What was that? Uh oh! Danger? I should investigate. Danger? Maybe someone is injured! Danger?
(Their voice keeps switching between poorly done default lines and it's actual voice.)
A number of the train doors manage to pull open at your approach, including a few where debris from the tree happened to make a convenient ramp or ladder. Quiet squabbling can be heard inside, and yelping.
Okay, maybe the driver didn't go kaput.
(Enrique crawls through one of the doors. Enrique does not seem to have noticed Tommy.)
I heard something! Hello? KRGH! Monster! Hello? Danger? ARGHH!!! Must have been the wind. I'll find you, enemy! Attack! I'll not run! Hello? Are you alright? Stop right there! To arms! Time to die! Hello? Are you injured? No! Injured! Are you alright? I heard something!
(They appear to be trying to enter a combat animation, seemingly attempting to draw a sword. Which is difficult, when you are unarmed. They also keep ragdolling when it attempts it, due to their lack of legs, damaging it.)
There are a number of small, gargoyle-like homunculi in the dim train car, flitting about on heavy wings and trying to restore the toppled wares that fell off their shelves in the crash, talking to eachother and seemingly arguing in a strange, guttural language. One of them though is trapped, pinned under a rack that had fallen over. It seems to be the source of the yelping you heard, and when it notices the two of you it starts gesturing pleadingly with its free arm.
I think we should help these things.
(Enrique notices Tommy, and attempt to enter a combat stance again. This fails, and Enrique then waves both their hands.)
Oh! You're friendly, my mistake! We must slay these monsters! ARGHHHH!!!
(Enrique used BlueYellowKnife! Their right hand changes into the shape of a blade, and they bring it down on the head of the gargoyle. A critical hit! 2 damage.)
DIE MONSTER! YOU'LL NEVER HURT ANYONE AGAIN! In the name of the red star. DIE!
(2 damage again. 1 damage. 1 damage. 1 damage. They're breathing heavily, apparently out of stamina.)
The homonculus screeches and whimpers, trying to bat you away as you cleave off small pieces of its soft clay body. Some of the others drop their duties and hover around you, wanting to stop you but unsure how to do it safely. They clamour and bark, pointing at Tommy and miming pulling Enrique away
Hey, why are you thingies pointing at me? I didn't do anything! It's the ghost's fault one of yours is hurt!
(Enrique stops breathing heavily.)
Oh! You're friendly! My mistake! So sorry! I'm not myself you see. I'm not myself you see. I'm-
(Their voice glitches.)
So sorry!
(Enrique casts a healing spell. It has no effect.)
Well, I suppose we should get going, boss! Where to next?
(They stare expectantly at Tommy.)
A clanking echoes from somewhere in the train. Something, or someone, is active in one of the other train cars.
Now that Enrique has stopped attacking the trapped homunculus, the others help it get free. It snarls weakly at you, and scampers away towards the engine, the same direction you heard the clanking come from. The remaining homonculi grumble, but go back to cleaning the train as best they can, giving you both the cold shoulder all the while. The forward door on this car is open wide, but the corresponding door on the next seems wedged in place, only open enough for the small clay beings to squeeze through.
Hold up. I'll check the engine.
Let's get going. I'm right behind you. See any trouble?
(Enrique follows Tommy.)
Some time after Set's check-in, Azothel is running the Goldracht. Maintaining the flow of the proper alchemical reagents to keep the engine running efficiently, checking her timetables for when she needs to reach the next stop, guiding the tracks along through the terrain near John's castle. She is silent, but as content as an NPC can be. But then her vision starts to cloud. The terrible knowledge that Set had so kindly tried to hide away for Azothel began to peel away at the flimsy facade, as if it had only just realised there was any sort of barrier at all and was taking its time getting back to her. She saw not her train, but some vast void. Garbled text floated past, indecipherable to her simple, feeble mind. The invisible faces of greater beings reared themselves, beings that her behaviour pathways could not apply to. It all came crashing back to her, slowly, like a meandering landslide. Azothel could no longer see the Goldracht Express or the land around it, fully consumed by the horrible vision that showed her everything and nothing, overwhelming her with so much broken, scattered information that she had no way, no reason, to put together and try to comprehend. But suddenly, it's gone. Her sight returned, the knowledge thrust upon her becoming little mire than a searing memory, sitting derelict in her automated mind, ignored by procedures that cannot apply. Azothel reaches for the controls, but her hand does not move. She's frozen in place, forced to watch with apathy and perhaps a hint of primal, consuming terror as the train veers towards a massive tree.
A thunderous crash resounds across the landscape as the Goldracht collides with the ancient oak, splintering it to the ground as the train is thrown off its rails. If it was capable of taking damage that wasn't superficial, the train would be completely destroyed. As it is, the Goldracht lays battered and crumpled, burst pipes and damaged vents spewing neon-coloured alchemical smog, raising up like a vibrant smoke signal.
(Enrique is blankly staring off into space. Upon hearing the crash, they begin crawling towards the train, evidently not sure if it's a threat or not.)
What was that? Uh oh! Danger? I should investigate. Danger? Maybe someone is injured! Danger?
(Their voice keeps switching between poorly done default lines and it's actual voice.)
A number of the train doors manage to pull open at your approach, including a few where debris from the tree happened to make a convenient ramp or ladder. Quiet squabbling can be heard inside, and yelping.
Okay, maybe the driver didn't go kaput.
(Enrique crawls through one of the doors. Enrique does not seem to have noticed Tommy.)
I heard something! Hello? KRGH! Monster! Hello? Danger? ARGHH!!! Must have been the wind. I'll find you, enemy! Attack! I'll not run! Hello? Are you alright? Stop right there! To arms! Time to die! Hello? Are you injured? No! Injured! Are you alright? I heard something!
(They appear to be trying to enter a combat animation, seemingly attempting to draw a sword. Which is difficult, when you are unarmed. They also keep ragdolling when it attempts it, due to their lack of legs, damaging it.)
There are a number of small, gargoyle-like homunculi in the dim train car, flitting about on heavy wings and trying to restore the toppled wares that fell off their shelves in the crash, talking to eachother and seemingly arguing in a strange, guttural language. One of them though is trapped, pinned under a rack that had fallen over. It seems to be the source of the yelping you heard, and when it notices the two of you it starts gesturing pleadingly with its free arm.
I think we should help these things.
(Enrique notices Tommy, and attempt to enter a combat stance again. This fails, and Enrique then waves both their hands.)
Oh! You're friendly, my mistake! We must slay these monsters! ARGHHHH!!!
(Enrique used BlueYellowKnife! Their right hand changes into the shape of a blade, and they bring it down on the head of the gargoyle. A critical hit! 2 damage.)
DIE MONSTER! YOU'LL NEVER HURT ANYONE AGAIN! In the name of the red star. DIE!
(2 damage again. 1 damage. 1 damage. 1 damage. They're breathing heavily, apparently out of stamina.)
The homonculus screeches and whimpers, trying to bat you away as you cleave off small pieces of its soft clay body. Some of the others drop their duties and hover around you, wanting to stop you but unsure how to do it safely. They clamour and bark, pointing at Tommy and miming pulling Enrique away
Hey, why are you thingies pointing at me? I didn't do anything! It's the ghost's fault one of yours is hurt!
(Enrique stops breathing heavily.)
Oh! You're friendly! My mistake! So sorry! I'm not myself you see. I'm not myself you see. I'm-
(Their voice glitches.)
So sorry!
(Enrique casts a healing spell. It has no effect.)
Well, I suppose we should get going, boss! Where to next?
(They stare expectantly at Tommy.)
Some time after Set's check-in, Azothel is running the Goldracht. Maintaining the flow of the proper alchemical reagents to keep the engine running efficiently, checking her timetables for when she needs to reach the next stop, guiding the tracks along through the terrain near John's castle. She is silent, but as content as an NPC can be. But then her vision starts to cloud. The terrible knowledge that Set had so kindly tried to hide away for Azothel began to peel away at the flimsy facade, as if it had only just realised there was any sort of barrier at all and was taking its time getting back to her. She saw not her train, but some vast void. Garbled text floated past, indecipherable to her simple, feeble mind. The invisible faces of greater beings reared themselves, beings that her behaviour pathways could not apply to. It all came crashing back to her, slowly, like a meandering landslide. Azothel could no longer see the Goldracht Express or the land around it, fully consumed by the horrible vision that showed her everything and nothing, overwhelming her with so much broken, scattered information that she had no way, no reason, to put together and try to comprehend. But suddenly, it's gone. Her sight returned, the knowledge thrust upon her becoming little mire than a searing memory, sitting derelict in her automated mind, ignored by procedures that cannot apply. Azothel reaches for the controls, but her hand does not move. She's frozen in place, forced to watch with apathy and perhaps a hint of primal, consuming terror as the train veers towards a massive tree.
A thunderous crash resounds across the landscape as the Goldracht collides with the ancient oak, splintering it to the ground as the train is thrown off its rails. If it was capable of taking damage that wasn't superficial, the train would be completely destroyed. As it is, the Goldracht lays battered and crumpled, burst pipes and damaged vents spewing neon-coloured alchemical smog, raising up like a vibrant smoke signal.
(Enrique is blankly staring off into space. Upon hearing the crash, they begin crawling towards the train, evidently not sure if it's a threat or not.)
What was that? Uh oh! Danger? I should investigate. Danger? Maybe someone is injured! Danger?
(Their voice keeps switching between poorly done default lines and it's actual voice.)
A number of the train doors manage to pull open at your approach, including a few where debris from the tree happened to make a convenient ramp or ladder. Quiet squabbling can be heard inside, and yelping.
Okay, maybe the driver didn't go kaput.
(Enrique crawls through one of the doors. Enrique does not seem to have noticed Tommy.)
I heard something! Hello? KRGH! Monster! Hello? Danger? ARGHH!!! Must have been the wind. I'll find you, enemy! Attack! I'll not run! Hello? Are you alright? Stop right there! To arms! Time to die! Hello? Are you injured? No! Injured! Are you alright? I heard something!
(They appear to be trying to enter a combat animation, seemingly attempting to draw a sword. Which is difficult, when you are unarmed. They also keep ragdolling when it attempts it, due to their lack of legs, damaging it.)
There are a number of small, gargoyle-like homunculi in the dim train car, flitting about on heavy wings and trying to restore the toppled wares that fell off their shelves in the crash, talking to eachother and seemingly arguing in a strange, guttural language. One of them though is trapped, pinned under a rack that had fallen over. It seems to be the source of the yelping you heard, and when it notices the two of you it starts gesturing pleadingly with its free arm.
I think we should help these things.
(Enrique notices Tommy, and attempt to enter a combat stance again. This fails, and Enrique then waves both their hands.)
Oh! You're friendly, my mistake! We must slay these monsters! ARGHHHH!!!
(Enrique used BlueYellowKnife! Their right hand changes into the shape of a blade, and they bring it down on the head of the gargoyle. A critical hit! 2 damage.)
DIE MONSTER! YOU'LL NEVER HURT ANYONE AGAIN! In the name of the red star. DIE!
(2 damage again. 1 damage. 1 damage. 1 damage. They're breathing heavily, apparently out of stamina.)
Some time after Set's check-in, Azothel is running the Goldracht. Maintaining the flow of the proper alchemical reagents to keep the engine running efficiently, checking her timetables for when she needs to reach the next stop, guiding the tracks along through the terrain near John's castle. She is silent, but as content as an NPC can be. But then her vision starts to cloud. The terrible knowledge that Set had so kindly tried to hide away for Azothel began to peel away at the flimsy facade, as if it had only just realised there was any sort of barrier at all and was taking its time getting back to her. She saw not her train, but some vast void. Garbled text floated past, indecipherable to her simple, feeble mind. The invisible faces of greater beings reared themselves, beings that her behaviour pathways could not apply to. It all came crashing back to her, slowly, like a meandering landslide. Azothel could no longer see the Goldracht Express or the land around it, fully consumed by the horrible vision that showed her everything and nothing, overwhelming her with so much broken, scattered information that she had no way, no reason, to put together and try to comprehend. But suddenly, it's gone. Her sight returned, the knowledge thrust upon her becoming little mire than a searing memory, sitting derelict in her automated mind, ignored by procedures that cannot apply. Azothel reaches for the controls, but her hand does not move. She's frozen in place, forced to watch with apathy and perhaps a hint of primal, consuming terror as the train veers towards a massive tree.
A thunderous crash resounds across the landscape as the Goldracht collides with the ancient oak, splintering it to the ground as the train is thrown off its rails. If it was capable of taking damage that wasn't superficial, the train would be completely destroyed. As it is, the Goldracht lays battered and crumpled, burst pipes and damaged vents spewing neon-coloured alchemical smog, raising up like a vibrant smoke signal.
(Enrique is blankly staring off into space. Upon hearing the crash, they begin crawling towards the train, evidently not sure if it's a threat or not.)
What was that? Uh oh! Danger? I should investigate. Danger? Maybe someone is injured! Danger?
(Their voice keeps switching between poorly done default lines and it's actual voice.)
A number of the train doors manage to pull open at your approach, including a few where debris from the tree happened to make a convenient ramp or ladder. Quiet squabbling can be heard inside, and yelping.
Okay, maybe the driver didn't go kaput.
(Enrique crawls through one of the doors. Enrique does not seem to have noticed Tommy.)
I heard something! Hello? KRGH! Monster! Hello? Danger? ARGHH!!! Must have been the wind. I'll find you, enemy! Attack! I'll not run! Hello? Are you alright? Stop right there! To arms! Time to die! Hello? Are you injured? No! Injured! Are you alright? I heard something!
(They appear to be trying to enter a combat animation, seemingly attempting to draw a sword. Which is difficult, when you are unarmed. They also keep ragdolling when it attempts it, due to their lack of legs, damaging it.)
Some time after Set's check-in, Azothel is running the Goldracht. Maintaining the flow of the proper alchemical reagents to keep the engine running efficiently, checking her timetables for when she needs to reach the next stop, guiding the tracks along through the terrain near John's castle. She is silent, but as content as an NPC can be. But then her vision starts to cloud. The terrible knowledge that Set had so kindly tried to hide away for Azothel began to peel away at the flimsy facade, as if it had only just realised there was any sort of barrier at all and was taking its time getting back to her. She saw not her train, but some vast void. Garbled text floated past, indecipherable to her simple, feeble mind. The invisible faces of greater beings reared themselves, beings that her behaviour pathways could not apply to. It all came crashing back to her, slowly, like a meandering landslide. Azothel could no longer see the Goldracht Express or the land around it, fully consumed by the horrible vision that showed her everything and nothing, overwhelming her with so much broken, scattered information that she had no way, no reason, to put together and try to comprehend. But suddenly, it's gone. Her sight returned, the knowledge thrust upon her becoming little mire than a searing memory, sitting derelict in her automated mind, ignored by procedures that cannot apply. Azothel reaches for the controls, but her hand does not move. She's frozen in place, forced to watch with apathy and perhaps a hint of primal, consuming terror as the train veers towards a massive tree.
A thunderous crash resounds across the landscape as the Goldracht collides with the ancient oak, splintering it to the ground as the train is thrown off its rails. If it was capable of taking damage that wasn't superficial, the train would be completely destroyed. As it is, the Goldracht lays battered and crumpled, burst pipes and damaged vents spewing neon-coloured alchemical smog, raising up like a vibrant smoke signal.
(Enrique is blankly staring off into space. Upon hearing the crash, they begin crawling towards the train, evidently not sure if it's a threat or not.)
What was that? Uh oh! Danger? I should investigate. Danger? Maybe someone is injured! Danger?
(Their voice keeps switching between poorly done default lines and it's actual voice.)
“Ah!! Okay- im… Sure This will be Good. Whos Your Job here little… thingy :)”
@settinggeneral
(Enrique is currently sitting on a small bench in a forest. It took them three whole days to teleport over here, but they consider it worth it because of how much it loves the bench. They love this bench to the point where it feels 10% less anxious about literally everything. Today is a wonderful day for Enrique in comparison to the rest of their not life, and it is about to be completely ruined.)
AHHHH! Wh- wh- who a- are y- you?
(Man now i feel bad TwT)
“Hello ghost pal, i am general settings. Here To Make Sure YOU’RE doing Your Job… let’s see Your supposed to be some random Npc yeah…?
I- I- I guess? I d- don- don't remember! P- please d- don't hurt m- me, I- I just w- want to sit a- at m- my bench!
“well you are sentient and npcs arent allowed that... Im sorry maybe if your npc path allows you to sit here again then you can ^^. I will have to take away your free will“
N- NPCs are a- a- allowed free w- will, wh- what about the m- merchants a- a- and Semi and J- John? I j- just wa- want to s- see my f- friends again, p- please don't hurt me!
“hm...“
[he leans back]
“well you do seem like yoir doing pretty good at being an npc...“
[he then leaned forqard and inspected the ghost]
I am! I- I just go about m- my daily life a- and I- I- only real- really talk- talk to people i- if they t- talk to me f- first, I'm a- an NPC!
“let me chekc if npcs can have sentience first. If they can ill let you do you“
W- Well something th- that d- does wha- whatever the devs w- want ma- made me s- sentient, s- so I- I think I'm a- all- allowed! P- please d- don't hurt me!
“....mmmmm... Just to be safe you know? I already messed up alot recently and if i continue they might get a bit mad...“
[he pulled up a few screens. Grabbjng throigh them and pickkng out the ghost’s freewill piece by piece]
Wh- no!
“….okay uhm…”
[he looked around then leaned towards the ghost]
“You seem very nice. I really hate to do this to you but ⟟ kinda have got to… you know how work is right…?”
[he started to finish off what he was doing]
“Really think your nice and cool ^^”
L- Liar. John- John'll t- tear you to b- bits for th- this.
(And, all is gone.)
“This john guy really doesn’t seem to good for me… think I’ll have to do something about it”
[he sighed softly. Looking at the npc]
“You should be all better now though!”
(No response. Enrique is motionless.)
“^^ yay!!”
[set leaves.]
“Ah!! Okay- im… Sure This will be Good. Whos Your Job here little… thingy :)”
@settinggeneral
(Enrique is currently sitting on a small bench in a forest. It took them three whole days to teleport over here, but they consider it worth it because of how much it loves the bench. They love this bench to the point where it feels 10% less anxious about literally everything. Today is a wonderful day for Enrique in comparison to the rest of their not life, and it is about to be completely ruined.)
AHHHH! Wh- wh- who a- are y- you?
(Man now i feel bad TwT)
“Hello ghost pal, i am general settings. Here To Make Sure YOU’RE doing Your Job… let’s see Your supposed to be some random Npc yeah…?
I- I- I guess? I d- don- don't remember! P- please d- don't hurt m- me, I- I just w- want to sit a- at m- my bench!
“well you are sentient and npcs arent allowed that... Im sorry maybe if your npc path allows you to sit here again then you can ^^. I will have to take away your free will“
N- NPCs are a- a- allowed free w- will, wh- what about the m- merchants a- a- and Semi and J- John? I j- just wa- want to s- see my f- friends again, p- please don't hurt me!
“hm...“
[he leans back]
“well you do seem like yoir doing pretty good at being an npc...“
[he then leaned forqard and inspected the ghost]
I am! I- I just go about m- my daily life a- and I- I- only real- really talk- talk to people i- if they t- talk to me f- first, I'm a- an NPC!
“let me chekc if npcs can have sentience first. If they can ill let you do you“
W- Well something th- that d- does wha- whatever the devs w- want ma- made me s- sentient, s- so I- I think I'm a- all- allowed! P- please d- don't hurt me!
“....mmmmm... Just to be safe you know? I already messed up alot recently and if i continue they might get a bit mad...“
[he pulled up a few screens. Grabbjng throigh them and pickkng out the ghost’s freewill piece by piece]
Wh- no!
“….okay uhm…”
[he looked around then leaned towards the ghost]
“You seem very nice. I really hate to do this to you but ⟟ kinda have got to… you know how work is right…?”
[he started to finish off what he was doing]
“Really think your nice and cool ^^”
L- Liar. John- John'll t- tear you to b- bits for th- this.
(And, all is gone.)
“This john guy really doesn’t seem to good for me… think I’ll have to do something about it”
[he sighed softly. Looking at the npc]
“You should be all better now though!”
(No response. Enrique is motionless.)
“Ah!! Okay- im… Sure This will be Good. Whos Your Job here little… thingy :)”
@settinggeneral
(Enrique is currently sitting on a small bench in a forest. It took them three whole days to teleport over here, but they consider it worth it because of how much it loves the bench. They love this bench to the point where it feels 10% less anxious about literally everything. Today is a wonderful day for Enrique in comparison to the rest of their not life, and it is about to be completely ruined.)
AHHHH! Wh- wh- who a- are y- you?
(Man now i feel bad TwT)
“Hello ghost pal, i am general settings. Here To Make Sure YOU’RE doing Your Job… let’s see Your supposed to be some random Npc yeah…?
I- I- I guess? I d- don- don't remember! P- please d- don't hurt m- me, I- I just w- want to sit a- at m- my bench!
“well you are sentient and npcs arent allowed that... Im sorry maybe if your npc path allows you to sit here again then you can ^^. I will have to take away your free will“
N- NPCs are a- a- allowed free w- will, wh- what about the m- merchants a- a- and Semi and J- John? I j- just wa- want to s- see my f- friends again, p- please don't hurt me!
“hm...“
[he leans back]
“well you do seem like yoir doing pretty good at being an npc...“
[he then leaned forqard and inspected the ghost]
I am! I- I just go about m- my daily life a- and I- I- only real- really talk- talk to people i- if they t- talk to me f- first, I'm a- an NPC!
“let me chekc if npcs can have sentience first. If they can ill let you do you“
W- Well something th- that d- does wha- whatever the devs w- want ma- made me s- sentient, s- so I- I think I'm a- all- allowed! P- please d- don't hurt me!
“....mmmmm... Just to be safe you know? I already messed up alot recently and if i continue they might get a bit mad...“
[he pulled up a few screens. Grabbjng throigh them and pickkng out the ghost’s freewill piece by piece]
Wh- no!
“….okay uhm…”
[he looked around then leaned towards the ghost]
“You seem very nice. I really hate to do this to you but ⟟ kinda have got to… you know how work is right…?”
[he started to finish off what he was doing]
“Really think your nice and cool ^^”
L- Liar. John- John'll t- tear you to b- bits for th- this.
(And, all is gone.)
“Ah!! Okay- im… Sure This will be Good. Whos Your Job here little… thingy :)”
@settinggeneral
(Enrique is currently sitting on a small bench in a forest. It took them three whole days to teleport over here, but they consider it worth it because of how much it loves the bench. They love this bench to the point where it feels 10% less anxious about literally everything. Today is a wonderful day for Enrique in comparison to the rest of their not life, and it is about to be completely ruined.)
AHHHH! Wh- wh- who a- are y- you?
(Man now i feel bad TwT)
“Hello ghost pal, i am general settings. Here To Make Sure YOU’RE doing Your Job… let’s see Your supposed to be some random Npc yeah…?
I- I- I guess? I d- don- don't remember! P- please d- don't hurt m- me, I- I just w- want to sit a- at m- my bench!
“well you are sentient and npcs arent allowed that... Im sorry maybe if your npc path allows you to sit here again then you can ^^. I will have to take away your free will“
N- NPCs are a- a- allowed free w- will, wh- what about the m- merchants a- a- and Semi and J- John? I j- just wa- want to s- see my f- friends again, p- please don't hurt me!
“hm...“
[he leans back]
“well you do seem like yoir doing pretty good at being an npc...“
[he then leaned forqard and inspected the ghost]
I am! I- I just go about m- my daily life a- and I- I- only real- really talk- talk to people i- if they t- talk to me f- first, I'm a- an NPC!
“let me chekc if npcs can have sentience first. If they can ill let you do you“
W- Well something th- that d- does wha- whatever the devs w- want ma- made me s- sentient, s- so I- I think I'm a- all- allowed! P- please d- don't hurt me!
“....mmmmm... Just to be safe you know? I already messed up alot recently and if i continue they might get a bit mad...“
[he pulled up a few screens. Grabbjng throigh them and pickkng out the ghost’s freewill piece by piece]
Wh- no!
“Ah!! Okay- im… Sure This will be Good. Whos Your Job here little… thingy :)”
@settinggeneral
(Enrique is currently sitting on a small bench in a forest. It took them three whole days to teleport over here, but they consider it worth it because of how much it loves the bench. They love this bench to the point where it feels 10% less anxious about literally everything. Today is a wonderful day for Enrique in comparison to the rest of their not life, and it is about to be completely ruined.)
AHHHH! Wh- wh- who a- are y- you?
(Man now i feel bad TwT)
“Hello ghost pal, i am general settings. Here To Make Sure YOU’RE doing Your Job… let’s see Your supposed to be some random Npc yeah…?
I- I- I guess? I d- don- don't remember! P- please d- don't hurt m- me, I- I just w- want to sit a- at m- my bench!
“well you are sentient and npcs arent allowed that... Im sorry maybe if your npc path allows you to sit here again then you can ^^. I will have to take away your free will“
N- NPCs are a- a- allowed free w- will, wh- what about the m- merchants a- a- and Semi and J- John? I j- just wa- want to s- see my f- friends again, p- please don't hurt me!
“hm...“
[he leans back]
“well you do seem like yoir doing pretty good at being an npc...“
[he then leaned forqard and inspected the ghost]
I am! I- I just go about m- my daily life a- and I- I- only real- really talk- talk to people i- if they t- talk to me f- first, I'm a- an NPC!
“let me chekc if npcs can have sentience first. If they can ill let you do you“
W- Well something th- that d- does wha- whatever the devs w- want ma- made me s- sentient, s- so I- I think I'm a- all- allowed! P- please d- don't hurt me!
“Ah!! Okay- im… Sure This will be Good. Whos Your Job here little… thingy :)”
@settinggeneral
(Enrique is currently sitting on a small bench in a forest. It took them three whole days to teleport over here, but they consider it worth it because of how much it loves the bench. They love this bench to the point where it feels 10% less anxious about literally everything. Today is a wonderful day for Enrique in comparison to the rest of their not life, and it is about to be completely ruined.)
AHHHH! Wh- wh- who a- are y- you?
(Man now i feel bad TwT)
“Hello ghost pal, i am general settings. Here To Make Sure YOU’RE doing Your Job… let’s see Your supposed to be some random Npc yeah…?
I- I- I guess? I d- don- don't remember! P- please d- don't hurt m- me, I- I just w- want to sit a- at m- my bench!
“well you are sentient and npcs arent allowed that... Im sorry maybe if your npc path allows you to sit here again then you can ^^. I will have to take away your free will“
N- NPCs are a- a- allowed free w- will, wh- what about the m- merchants a- a- and Semi and J- John? I j- just wa- want to s- see my f- friends again, p- please don't hurt me!
“hm...“
[he leans back]
“well you do seem like yoir doing pretty good at being an npc...“
[he then leaned forqard and inspected the ghost]
I am! I- I just go about m- my daily life a- and I- I- only real- really talk- talk to people i- if they t- talk to me f- first, I'm a- an NPC!
