Outcast

Sigh.

[paribannie]

Hello. Please do not kill Ronagon. My Son and Future Grandson are over at his house.

I don't know who you are, but if you lay a hand on them your (assumedly robotic) guts will be reduced, reused, and recycled.

-Dr. SD

I'll restate that I don't know my intention, and you're kind of threatening me right now.

I mean, I'd love to meet your children, but I still have no idea what I'm going to do with Ron. Please refrain from threats yet, thanks.

[paribannie]

That picture you got there on your antler looks pretty familiar, where’d you get it?

An old facility. Strangely familiar..? I'm unsure. I want answers and leads. Do you have any..?

[paribannie]

HOW DID YOU GET A PICTURE OF ME.

-ron

Oh? You're the one I'm looking for, if it's you.

I WILL find you. For personal reasons. I'm currently unsure if my intention is bad or good, though. Everything is.. foggy.

[paribannie]

Is this the "Tumblr" app the internet's remnants and scraps told me about? Very well. I'll give it a try.

I'm Paribanni. Feel free to ask questions about whom I am. Except personal things. But don't be afraid to go on and try to ask. Not like there's anyone here anyway.

It's a barren wasteland out here anyway, I've taken up home inside of an industrial complex. No sign of anything I'm looking for.