Post by personalgardener on Aug 23, 2023 0:31:01 GMT
Kudnir ==> Write a heart wrenching lament over the loss of a (supposed) friend. Everyone will weep upon reading it... ...Nah I'm just kidding! Message The Whistler!
Post by loquaciousjester on Aug 24, 2023 1:51:32 GMT
outrageousZoologist is now trolling gloriousWhistler.
OZ: ortreyt u there
GW: hO hO, hEE hEE! i aM hERE aND eVERYWHERE!
OZ: dude can you turn off your typing quirk for like, a minute
OZ: serious bizz rn
GW: Oh boo, you always rain on my glorious parade!
OZ: are you in on NP's weird secondary plan
GW: The one involving the silly little fleshlings, or his plan to retrieve our certainly doomed dream bodies?
OZ: the dream selves
GW: Oh heavens to betsy no, why in the endless black depths of paradox space would I do such a thing?
GW: I'm more in line for clowning upon this new life we made, honk honk!
OZ: okay cool
OZ: bee tee dubs where are you
A honk echoes from behind you.
"Why talk in that silly little chat box, when I'm right here?" Ortreyt's willowy, dirt encrusted fingers squish the graying rubber ball of his horn, producing yet another god awful, squealing honk. You would normally be utterly displeased with this development but it's not like you have a lot of options in sane companions right now.
Post by loquaciousjester on Sept 10, 2023 19:00:05 GMT
Kudnir, you are now your clown friend, whom shall go unnamed for the moment. He seems to be dressed in a court jester's outfit with an added leather jacket. Your pal here has always possessed quite the eye for style. Little fruit basket of a man.