hey-hey hey everybody, it's me, spamton g. spamton,
post-canon and post-(mostly)un-puppeting.
i'm a fictive, just formed a couple months ago and by pure goddamn coincidence i've already met my tenna. as in, my [[Cannonball!]]mate.
i'd really like to hash shit out with swatch, and i guess anybody else who cares to chat? but don't expect a lot of energy from me, a 10-year mental health crisis can really wear a guy out. outline of what we've [[Hash Map]]ed out so far, and some personal shit, beneath the [SMASH CUT!].
at some point after tenna got to castle town (and i gave him a serious verbal beatdown, as i would), he decided to try and help with the [[You just gestured to... all, of me?]] somehow, and came up with an idea with ralsei, queen, and the addisons to try some intense defragging with a normal addison as a baseline code reference- and when that wasn't enough, ralsei did something involving the grand fountain to really [Seal the deal]. i spent a decent amount of time in some kind of hospital room with tenna playing [guard dog] and the weather duo dropping in occasionally to check on him. they brought me a gift basket at one point, just tryna do something nice for me after i woke back up. it had some puzzles i could sit in bed and solve, which i'm pretty sure i struggled with.
i don't remember pretty much any of those ten years, and frankly, that's fine. i don't think anybody in their right mind would want to remember [LIVING IN A GODDAMN GARBAGE CAN???] as a deranged [Long-nosed Doll]. though a few things have come back to me, i don't really think they're relevant enough to [[Jot that down! Jot that down!!]].
mike... was that png of a microphone, shaking in the [[DARKER, YET DARKER]]. he could pick up the sounds from the void, like dess, like my phone-friend, and it scared him- we kinda bonded over how fucked it all was. he lived above the stage, above everything, and most of the crew didn't even know if he was real. but i did. we'd chill in the sound booth sometimes.
*not* happy with the addisons, still, even if they cared enough to help once it wouldn't disrupt their lives and might leave them a little less guilty. i know [[We Are Family]], but i'd hardly call us friendly, for my part.
[[Easels]] has a lot to answer for.
i don't expect any [Q5U4EX7YY2E9N]s to care enough about my freak ass to reach out, but i don't get any real anger toward her, so, you know, whatever. she's pretty impersonal toward most.
the kids are welcome, though i don't imagine they'd be too happy to hear from me either. happens when some random puppet tries to kill you and your new friends during the biggest crashout you had yet to witness from someone.
mike impersonators, it's up to you- though host is kinsidering pluey/cat mike, if that makes you feel better. i sure as hell didn't know you.
anybody else i can't think of, do whatever you want with this information, [[JUST DON'T CALL ME LATE FOR DINNER!]]
(sinner here!! arts of spam by our dear tenna's host, then my few doodles below them!! a few tidbits of info in the image descriptions c: )
@themisakis was talking about FE classes for sinners and when asked for input @lumbirdjack made this joke, only Bear actually kind of rocks the wedding dress and at any rate that healing staff + his probable STR stat is going to wreck someone. if they’d kept the Tellius mechanic of staff-users being able to counterattack with staves, anyway.
also whoever came up with the translucent skirts for the bride class should be mailed a crate of extra-stale packaged snack cakes. I mean the dress in general is terribly voluminous for something that’s being worn on the battlefield (why couldn’t bride class wear something a little more practical) but. I am mostly taking umbrage at the translucent bits atm because painting them. augh.
Fate/sinners, or “I can’t believe how many sinners I drew for the first time for this crossover, and also how much time I spent grilling Bear about Fate (sorry dude thanks for the help)”
