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  • Rules:

    -Let's be polite, we all deserve it.

    -A segment will be posted by me, or if I ever turn this over to somebody, by them, and so on, to keep this thing going.

    -Commands will follow, first to enter a command in response to a segment gets a segment posted as a result, and must wait until at least two (2) other people have entered Commands before doing so again.

    -Our hero can be whatever we want (and may not necessarily be the protagonist) but our protagonist is definitely a human male, he will know only rudimentary survival magic (healing paper cuts, cooling hot rooms, lighting camp fires, etc.)

    -If it can be justified, our character can gain any skill we like.

    -Talking is a free action, remember that. [[1]] tl:dr, talking takes as long as necessary to preserve narrative cohesion, so no worries about missing an appointment if we stop to explain crazy things or listen to legends.

    -Try to limit what we have our Character say, and allow background characters to fill the dialogue space.

    -I will post a list of our Main Character's possessions and assets at the end of every segment, to aid in assessment of possible actions, anybody who takes up my role should also do this to help keep things straight.

    -never be afraid to ask for something to be examined, It can provide important insight into our surroundings and help explain how to solve problems!

    Questions will be answered directly, but commands must clearly be labeled as

    (Lines used to separate commnand from other information.)


    Command:

    [Command]


    (Lines used to separate commnand from other information.)

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    • where's the adventure?

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    • We begin in a generic location, standing on the edge of a cliff, our protagonist's tent is carefully pitched, he sits meditating, close to the edge, between it and his mobile shelter.

      To his left is a long and thin pathway which snakes down the cliff to a beach, and a ways up the beach is a port town.

      A ways down the beach lies a large cave, hewn deep into the rock and coated in smouldering gashes.

      Out at sea is a large island on the horizon, several pillars of smoke rise from the forests there.

      Behind is the tent, of course, and a vast forest stretches far and wide, coating a massive mountain range, a small pass sits nestled betwixt the two nearest mountains, a dirt trail lined with small pebbles leads through it to the tent.

      Sizzling and popping emanates from the cookpot over the fire, our young man takes it off the stilts, and sets a plate of fish for one.


      Possessions:

      -Unmelting Icicle

      -brass pool lantern (unlit)

      -Large backpack (empty)

      -bubble slime base perfume (full)

      -canteen (full)

      -red bowtie

      -white short-sleeved button-up shirt (1 breast pocket)

      -cleated boots

      -denim trousers

      -Seal leather gloves

      -seel leather jacket

      -tent & tent accessories

      -fishing rod & fishing rod replacement parts (inf. use)

      -magic universal fish bait (ten)

      -magnificent beard

      -lucky lock of holstaur hair (in law's)

      -lucky lock of march hair (ha, puns)

      -secret blend of 11 herbs and spices (inf. use)

      -crisp stalks (ten)

      -Serrated steak knife

      -fork

      -spoon

      -cookpot

      -cookpot stilts


      What shall he do? Supper's getting cold.

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    • Smorstin wrote:

      where's the adventure?

      We make it!

      Sorry, to be more direct, I was figuring out starting possessions, and tweaking rules. The starter is now there.

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    • [i drop the icicle in the pot]

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    • Smorstin wrote:

      [i drop the icicle in the pot]

      Stuff.


      Command:

      Drop the icicle in the pot


      Stuff.

      (If you don't know how to do the lines, it's 7 hyphens "-" in a row.)

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    • Command:

      Drop the icicle in the pot.


      The pot begins to cool on the ground beside our young character.

      A faint wind blows by, pleasantly cool after a hot day of walking and fishing.

      A Harpy flys by, carrying a young boy by his arms.

      The pair land nearby, and walk towards a rising pillar of smoke in the forested mountainsides.

      A man comes to greet them, and takes a pair of bags from the boy.

      They soon pass under cover of the trees, no longer visible.


      Possessions:

      -brass pool lantern (unlit)

      -Large backpack (empty)

      -bubble slime base perfume (full)

      -canteen (full)

      -red bowtie

      -white short-sleeved button-up shirt (1 breast pocket)

      -cleated boots

      -denim trousers

      -Seal leather gloves

      -seel leather jacket

      -tent & tent accessories

      -fishing rod & fishing rod replacement parts (inf. use)

      -magic universal fish bait (ten)

      -magnificent beard

      -lucky lock of holstaur hair (in law's)

      -lucky lock of march hair (ha, puns)

      -secret blend of 11 herbs and spices (inf. use)

      -crisp stalks (ten)

      -Serrated steak knife

      -fork

      -spoon

      -cookpot (cooling) (contains: Unmelting Icicle)

      -cookpot stilts


      What shall we do? Supper's lukewarm.


      Cooldown:

      Smorstin(2)

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    • So we create a command and you tell the what happens?

      Also the items that has been used is unavailable.

      Also how long is the cooldown for each response?

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    • So we create a command and you tell the what happens?

      Yes! It is a bit like ZORK, if you have ever played that.[[1]]

      Also the items that has been used is unavailable.

      That is up to me, really, but if you're wondering about the state of the Unmelting Icicle, the eternal cold which it incites is cooling the cookpot, and the object itself is unharmed.

      Also how long is the cooldown for each response?

      One must wait for two (2) commands to recieve responses before responding again, and I will keep track at the bottom of every entry for you!

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    • Command:

      Use Serrated steak knife on magnificent bread.


      You got magnificent sliced bread

      Like this?

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    • Command:

      Use Serrated steak knife on magnificent bread.


      The young man firmly grasps his knife, careful not to cut his flesh.

      He slowly removes his magnificent beard, crying manly tears.

      He has left home, and his comforts with it.

      Now is the time for austerity!

      A dragon lands by the glowing cave of embers. No man has come to greet her. She slowly walks inside with a slouch after breathing bright jets of flame over the entrance.

      The sun has begun to set.


      Possessions:

      -brass pool lantern (unlit)

      -Large backpack (empty)

      -bubble slime base perfume (full)

      -canteen (full)

      -red bowtie

      -white short-sleeved button-up shirt (1 breast pocket)

      -cleated boots

      -denim trousers

      -Seal leather gloves

      -seel leather jacket

      -tent & tent accessories

      -fishing rod

      -fishing rod replacement parts (inf. use)

      -magic universal fish bait (ten)

      -fistful of long, magnificent beard hairs

      -lucky lock of holstaur hair (in law's)

      -lucky lock of march hair (ha, puns)

      -secret blend of 11 herbs and spices (inf. use)

      -crisp stalks (ten)

      -hairy serrated steak knife

      -fork

      -spoon

      -cookpot (cooling) (contains: Unmelting Icicle)

      -cookpot stilts


      What shall we do? Supper is cold.


      Cooldown:

      Smorstin (1)

      BigJohn2 (2)

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    • Go try to defeat the dragon with the spoon.

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    • SmartProtagonist wrote: Go try to defeat the dragon with the spoon.

      Th-that's not how you format-

      Fine.


      Command:

      Go try to defeat the dragon with the spoon.


      Siezed by a desire for the beautiful scaled maiden, our young man clutches desperately at his Brass pool lantern and trusty spoon; his dinner, tent, magnificent beard, and possessions forgotten, he proceeds towards the thin, winding path which leads down the cliff.

      - - -

      It's now dark, but after hours of careful walking, the young man has reached the glowing mouth of the cave.

      Spoon in hand, our valiant suitor stands before the entrance, unsure what to do.


      Possessions (on hand):

      -spoon

      ●Sand

      -Large backpack [contains]:

      -[brass pool lantern (unlit)]


      Possessions (out of reach):

      -bubble slime base perfume (full)

      -canteen (full)

      -red bowtie

      -white short-sleeved button-up shirt (1 breast pocket)

      -cleated boots

      -denim trousers

      -Seal leather gloves

      -seel leather jacket

      -tent & tent accessories

      -fishing rod

      -fishing rod replacement parts (inf. use)

      -magic universal fish bait (ten)

      -fistful of long, magnificent beard hairs

      -lucky lock of holstaur hair (in law's)

      -lucky lock of march hair (ha, puns)

      -secret blend of 11 herbs and spices (inf. use)

      -crisp stalks (ten)

      -hairy serrated steak knife

      -fork

      -cookpot (cooling) (contains: Unmelting Icicle)

      -cookpot stilts


      The threshhold is far too hot to cross, what shall we do?


      Cooldown:

      Smorstin [READY]

      BigJohn2 (1)

      SmartProtagonist (2)

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    • Command:

      Clean hair off steak knife

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    • Command:

      Clean hair off steak knife


      Alas, the young man's blade is out of reach, as is his dulcet dragon darling.

      He resolves to ascend, now more familiar with the pathway, he makes tge ascent in half the time, sure of his footing all the way, he passes the time by pining for his forbidden maiden.

      Soon, he arrives at his campsite, his dinner half devoured by a squirrel, which scampers off upon his arrival.

      He sets to work, cleaning the hairs from his (suddenly) coveted blade.

      Soon it sparkles from polishing, and he sets it beside him.


      Possessions:

      -spoon

      -Large backpack [contains]:

      -[brass pool lantern (unlit)]

      -bubble slime base perfume (full)

      -canteen (full)

      -red bowtie

      -white short-sleeved button-up shirt (1 breast pocket)

      -cleated boots

      -denim trousers

      -Seal leather gloves

      -seel leather jacket

      -tent & tent accessories

      -fishing rod

      -fishing rod replacement parts (inf. use)

      -magic universal fish bait (ten)

      -fistful of long, magnificent beard hairs

      -lucky lock of holstaur hair (in law's)

      -lucky lock of march hair (ha, puns)

      -secret blend of 11 herbs and spices (inf. use)

      -crisp stalks (ten)

      -hairy serrated steak knife

      -fork

      -cookpot (cooling) (contains: Unmelting Icicle)

      -cookpot stilts


      Dawn will soon break, and strength is failing him, what shall he do?


      Cooldown:

      BigJohn2 [READY]

      SmartProtagonist (1)

      Smorstin (2)

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    • Command:

      Use Fishing rod.

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    • Command:

      Use Fishing rod.


      Thinking quickly, the young man assembles hes gear, soon he's caught three squirrels, and their fatty rodential carcasses sizzle and pop pleasently over the fire.

      He continues, catching a falcon and two albatrosses.

      As this small feast cooks, the wind changes, blowing the scent towards the cave of his beloved.

      A massive rowboat docks at the port town, many colorful fabrics being unloaded from the vessel. Several urns are also removed, quickly being stowed into covered carriage-

      His darling! She's coming, she's coming!

      Her great wings flap with might, she slowly rises from the sand, soon coming to a stop on the cliff edge.

      She stands silent and stares apprehensively at the fishing pole, which is covered in blood and feathers.


      Possessions:

      -spoon

      -Large backpack [contains]:

      -[brass pool lantern (unlit)]

      -bubble slime base perfume (full)

      -canteen (full)

      -red bowtie

      -white short-sleeved button-up shirt (1 breast pocket)

      -cleated boots

      -denim trousers

      -Seal leather gloves

      -seel leather jacket

      -tent & tent accessories

      -fishing rod

      -fishing rod replacement parts (inf. use)

      -magic universal fish bait (ten)

      -fistful of long, magnificent beard hairs

      -lucky lock of holstaur hair (in law's)

      -lucky lock of march hair (ha, puns)

      -secret blend of 11 herbs and spices (inf. use)

      -crisp stalks (ten)

      -hairy serrated steak knife

      -fork

      -cookpot (cooling) (contains: Unmelting Icicle)

      -cookpot stilts

      ●magnificent roasts


      His darling stands before him! What shall he do?


      Cooldown:

      SmartProtagonist [READY]

      Smorstin (1)

      BigJohn2 (2)

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    • Use bubble slime perfume!

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    • Command:

      Use bubble slime perfume!


      Y'know, I made a big point of explaining that you could always ask what stuff does first before entering commands.

      Enjoy a lengthy lesson in why this is.


      Yes, of course! The lovely perfume, his darling is a dragon, they adore shiny things!

      And it smells good, too!

      A few quick spritzes, and the lovely florid scent fills the area, bubble slimes carry potent, lingering scents, and this perfume carries those properties.

      The smell will linger for days, an-

      Why is his darling writhing on the ground?

      Perhaps the perfume was too strong?

      Oh, it's anti-dragonfruit scented.

      She seems to be sweating profusely, and her flesh is cold to the touch, fluid also drips from her-

      Erhm. . .

      Her wings twitch erratically, and her face is contorted in pained ecstacy, like an orgasm gone too far.

      Her claws rend deep gashes in the stony ground, but then her limbs go slack and weak, she opens her maw wide, but the glow of primeval flame also dies out, she lies still, her breath ragged and needy, a large pool of body fluids accumulating beneatb her 7 foot body.


      Possessions:

      -spoon

      -Large backpack [contains]:

      -[brass pool lantern (unlit)]

      -transparent crystalline perfume bottle (empty)

      -canteen (full)

      -red bowtie

      -white short-sleeved button-up shirt (1 breast pocket)

      -cleated boots

      -denim trousers

      -Seal leather gloves

      -seel leather jacket

      -tent & tent accessories

      -fishing rod

      -fishing rod replacement parts (inf. use)

      -magic universal fish bait (ten)

      -fistful of long, magnificent beard hairs

      -lucky lock of holstaur hair (in law's)

      -lucky lock of march hair (ha, puns)

      -secret blend of 11 herbs and spices (inf. use)

      -crisp stalks (ten)

      -hairy serrated steak knife

      -fork

      -cookpot (cooling) (contains: Unmelting Icicle)

      -cookpot stilts

      ●magnificent roasts


      The lovely dragon lies in distress! What shall be done?


      Cooldown:

      SmartProtagonist [READY]

      Smorstin [READY]

      BigJohn2 (1)

      Tikkit (2)

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    • Oh well, at least now we can perhaps get a vamp mosquito darling if we can't help her.

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    • I'm simultaneously compelled to call a certain reptillian monarch and terrified by thoughts of his reaction to this latest development.

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    • I mean, either way I win. If we save the Dragon she might be thankful, if not we could get a different mamono I like.

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    • (To be clear, she's very unwell, but not currently in mortal danger.)

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    • I have sent a formal invitation.

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    • What are you numbskulls doing...

      Other than poisoning my great^4987 granddaughter... Speaking of.

      Punch Tikkit through wall.

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    • I'm sorry, i could have stopped this


      On another note, since you troglodytes have proven you can't be trusted, we need a goal, that's not seducing mamano. So i propose we make our hero into a darklord, or at least someone who has the style and power of one. So let's get a warhammer and some armor. Let's be different with scale mail. After that, we learn magic. Any objections?


      Command: Curl up into a ball and cry

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      • Cries of pain.* 
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    • I had high hopes to assume that anybody would notice that she's also aroused.


      Command:

      Curl up into a ball and cry


      His love is harmed, and it's all. His. Fault!

      His eyes well with tears, and he can do little else, he lays beside her and weeps, curling his body about her luscious leg.

      He gently strokes her massive wing, eliciting weak coos, and-

      Sensual moans?


      Possessions(on hand):

      ●Sexy leg

      -spoon

      -Large backpack [contains]:

      -[brass pool lantern (unlit)]


      Possessions(out of reach):

      -transparent crystalline perfume bottle (empty)

      -canteen (full)

      -red bowtie

      -white short-sleeved button-up shirt (1 breast pocket)

      -cleated boots

      -denim trousers

      -Seal leather gloves

      -seel leather jacket

      -tent & tent accessories

      -fishing rod

      -fishing rod replacement parts (inf. use)

      -magic universal fish bait (ten)

      -fistful of long, magnificent beard hairs

      -lucky lock of holstaur hair (in law's)

      -lucky lock of march hair (ha, puns)

      -secret blend of 11 herbs and spices (inf. use)

      -crisp stalks (ten)

      -hairy serrated steak knife

      -fork

      -cookpot (cooling) (contains: Unmelting Icicle)

      -cookpot stilts


      His darling stirs weakly, stroking his scalp. What shall he do?


      Cooldown:

      SmartProtagonist [READY]

      BigJohn2 [READY]

      Tikkit (1)

      Smorstin (2)

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    • Command:

      Use fork to hunt

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    • Good, we must feed our waifu

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    • Also, what do our herbs do?

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    • Perhaps we will find something that can make our Dragon into a Jabberwocky!

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    • Hmm, tempting can we call it a vote?

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    • It was a joke, though I have no doubt that the QoH has made something that can do that. 

      As for why I would rather have another Mamono.... Well, the Dragon is a pretty solid Mamono, but I will admit to finding her inferior to all of her subspecies except the Wyvern.

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    • Commans: punches Tikkit again.

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    • Slinks back into corner.

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    • So when do we buy a war hammer?

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    • Smorstin wrote: Also, what do our herbs do?

      As for the secret blend of 11 herbs and spices, it makes foods taste good.

      If not the secret blend of 11 herbs and spices, and instead the crisp stalks, those are like midieval toothbrishes, and look similar to celery.

      (It is an actual thing)

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    • Command:

      Use fork to hunt.

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    • BigJohn2 wrote:

      Command:

      Use fork to hunt.

      &

      BigJohn2 wrote:

      Command:

      Use fork to hunt.


      My apologues for the delay, I was unsure how to proceed, I hope that this is worth the lengthy wait.


      Oh dear, oh dear.

      He's clearly caused his love distress, he must bring her food!

      He is a trickster, a devil!

      He must be armed accordingly.

      Grasping his "mighty trident,"

      He sets off into the "porcelain plateau."

      Great beasts hulk above our miniature devil, their thighs alone as large as his torso, he carefully travels among them. . .

      There! A "ravenous rodent!" This beast will be perfect for his darling!


      (Ravenous Rodent)

      HP: [-][-][-][-][-][-][-]

      AT: |->|->|->|

      DF: |<>|<>|<>|<>|<>|

      SPD: |/\|/\|/\|


      (Shoulder Devil)

      HP: [-][-][-][-]

      AT: |->|->|->|->|->|->|->|->|

      DF: |<>|

      Spd: |/\|/\|/\|/\|


      Hunting gear:

      -Mighty Trident

      ●porcelain plateau


      Err0r, [ALL ELSE OUT OF RANGE]


      What shall this shoulder devil do?


      Cooldown:

      SmartProtagonist [READY]

      Tikkit [READY]

      The Reptile King [READY]

      Smorstin (1)

      BigJohn2 (2)

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    • Stab shoulder devil with Mighty Trident!

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    • Tikkit wrote:

      Stab shoulder devil with Mighty Trident!

      Ehm, okay?


      With a mighty swing, that handome devil stabs himse-OW!

      Broken from his little reverie, the young man finds that he has lodged a fork in his hand, rather than into the morsel he sought for his darling.

      Fun and games forgotten in his pain, he skewers the roast squirrel and a roast albatross on hos middle fingers, and approaches his darling.

      Alas, she is too slack to eat for herself.


      Possessions:

      ●Fuckin' meat


      (Hands occupied, other possessions inaccessible.)


      What shall be done?


      Cooldown:

      SmartProtagonist [READY]

      The Reptile King [READY]

      Smorstin [READY]

      BigJohn2 (1)

      Tikkit (2)

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    • Punches Tikkit... he goes flying into BigJohn.

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    • Command:

      Make a pact with Orcus, demon prince of undead.


      Because he's the only one who's ever did anything for me, despite when i died that he said he would use my soul for power


      Command: Feed dragon

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    • Also, when do we get a war hammer?

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    • How long does it take to feed a dragon?

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    • Smorstin wrote:

      How long does it take to feed a dragon?

      As long as it takes to keep her from biting through your fingers?


      Command:

      Feed Dragon.


      The young man bites a chunk free, and like a bird, carefully deposits it into his darling dragon's mouth.

      She chews the morsel weakly, her strength slowly returning, and in mere minutes, she's sitting up, ravenously tearing into the flesh of several cooked carcasses.

      Once the food is consumed, she busies herself gnawing on the bones, with loud CRACKs, they snap into shards, and she slurps down the marrow.

      She soon collapses to the ground, curling up in a large blanket, her gut now bulging with food.

      She closes her eyes, and as the blanket rises and falls, begins to snore.

      The blanketed dragon now radiates heat, almost like that of a summer's day sun, but just gentle enough to be safe to touch.


      A chill wind blows, evening has returned.


      What shall be done?


      Cooldown:

      SmartProtagonist [READY]

      TheReptileKing [READY]

      BigJohn2 [READY]

      Tikkit (1)

      Smorstin (2)

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    • Still waiting for ourn adventures to take us to a war hammer

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    • Command: Use the lucky lock of march hair to try to get her intrested in you.

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    • A stroke of genius!

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    • so, does it take 5 days to use lucky march hare hair on a dragon?

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    • SmartProtagonist wrote:

      Command: Use the lucky lock of march hair to try to get her intrested in you.


      Smorstin wrote:

      so, does it take 5 days to use lucky march hare hair on a dragon?

      Maybe I'm just lazy. . .


      Command:

      Use the lucky lock of march hair to try to get her intrested in you.


      With a firm grip, he slowly approaches the sleeping pile of dragon.

      He nervously strokes the hair, in hopes of gaining some semblance of comfort.

      His heart drums in his ears, he peels slowly at the blanket, and spies her smooth face.

      She hums, quiet and deep, almost like a rumbling purr.

      She snatches him up, and soon he's disappeared into the blanket, his back smooshed against her belly.

      She drapes her arm and wing over him, and soon begins to snore.

      He's get t i n g. . . S l e e p y. . . . .


      After a good night of sleep, dawn breaks, and surprise of surprises, he's in a dark room.

      The floor and walls are rough, a single log burns faintly as sunlight enters beneath a doorway.


      -All possessions have become lost.

      -you have survived a curse

      -you have evaded enslavement

      -you spy a smooth lock of blackened hair, tied to a gold ring on a table.

      -The only visible exit is the doorway.

      -The door is metal, and glows with an unnatural, prismatic light.

      -on closer inspection, snoring can be heard on the other side of the door.


      Cooldown:

      TheReptileKing [READY]

      BigJohn2 [READY]

      Tikkit [READY]

      Smorstin (1)

      SmartProtagonist (2)

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    • Wonder what outlandish things we can make happen in the future

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    • Go back to sleep!

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    • Tikkit wrote:

      Go back to sleep!


      Command:

      Go back to sleep!


      Uncomfortable and abrasive as the floor may be, the fire is warm, and a single blanket makes a fine mattress for now.

      Laying back down, the lad slowly begins to drift off when the snoring stops.

      Whatever slept outside has charged off, the door stands slightly ajar.


      -The only visible exit is the doorway.

      -The door is metal, and glows with an unnatural, prismatic light.

      -on closer inspection, snoring could once be heard on the other side of the door.

      -whomever slept outside is gone.


      A gift from the heavens!

      Cooldown: [refreshed!]

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    • Command: Dash through the divine door like a bat out of hell

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    • Kick Tikkit in the ribs

      WAKE UP!!!!

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    • The intensity of the kick drives Tikkit from the thread!

      Cooldown Tikkit [5]

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    • Smorstin wrote:

      Command: Dash through the divine door like a bat out of hell


      Command:

      Make a swift exit!


      The golden ring forgotten, the young man charges for the door, and as he barges through, the abrasive, sharpened surface tears at his clothes, his flesh is stained red, and he collapses to the floor.

      But now is not the time to wallow in-

      ¿Pleasure?

      The man stands-in more ways than one-and resumes dashing through this new locale in search of an exit.

      He charges first to a room filled with sunlight, but this is clearly too dangerous an exit to pass.

      The stone is far too hot for to cross safely, though certainly much cooler than it once was.

      The sand beyond the cave has melted into glass.

      With no hope of escape in this direction, our young man turns back, and passing by the room he woke in again. . .


      Cooldown:

      Smorstin [3]


      ¡Divine bounty!

      -Narrative honesty

       ▪Recieve one-completely honest-answer about the world of our 
         protagonist or an object therein.
      
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    • Is the dragon hot?

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    • Smorstin wrote:

      Is the dragon hot?

      ¡Divine bounty expended!

      She's a 7 / 9

      (And 6 foot 5)

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    • Command: re-enter room and inspect ring

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    • A FANDOM user
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