Dr. Newton Geiszler (CRAU) (
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- final fantasy xv: ardyn izunia,
- final fantasy xv: ignis scientia,
- hyper light drifter: the drifter,
- marble hornets: tim wright,
- mass effect: commander shepard,
- mushi-shi: ginko,
- original: mira delacroix,
- pokemon sun & moon: guzma,
- ✖ camp camp: max,
- ✖ castlevania: soma cruz,
- ✖ disney: mickey mouse,
- ✖ fire emblem fates: keaton,
- ✖ fullmetal alchemist: edward elric,
- ✖ lady trent: isabella camherst,
- ✖ marble hornets: brian thomas,
- ✖ marvel 616: wade wilson,
- ✖ off: the batter,
- ✖ okami: amaterasu,
- ✖ osomatsu-san: karamatsu matsuno,
- ✖ overwatch: jesse mccree,
- ✖ pacific rim: newton geiszler,
- ✖ skyrim: the dragonborn,
- ✖ soul eater: maka albarn,
- ✖ tales of the abyss: asch the bloody,
- ✖ the adventure zone: lup,
- ✖ the adventure zone: taako,
- ✖ the order of the stick: roy greenhilt,
- ✖ undertale: muffet,
- ✖ undertale: sans the skeleton
TiK Tok
Who: Lup (
hellawrath), Taako (
ohshitsweetflips), Newt (
ohnehalfte), and possibly you!
What: Drunken party of drunkenness and shenanigans
When: Nov 17th, mid-day until everyone passes tf out
Where: Islet #2 aka Trash Island, somewhere out in front of cottage 1 and along the beach
Warnings: Drunk people, swearing, ill-advised people hitting each other with sticks, questionable food, drunken cuddles and crying, etc, etc tbc when there's more

Welcome to Islet 2! There are many reasons for you to be here right now. Maybe you live here. Maybe you're visiting someone who lives here. Maybe you've been invited to this sick party by one of the above idiots. Maybe you were just passing by and got dragged into the festivities. Who cares, really? You're here now!
Out in front of Cottage 1 there's the beautiful banner that you see above hanging on the outside, lovingly crafted by one of the twins. The twins have also lovingly crafted some vodka using magic and potatoes. Potato magic. And hey! There's also stuff that the twins cooked! Like potato tornadoes, fried shark genitals and Fantasy Kentucky Fried Pterax! And other food! And there's a fire! And activities! And drinking!
Mainly drinking. In fact, there is a large cooking pot that, at the moment, is full of the most moonshine-iest vodka you have ever had. There are empty halves of coconut shells to serve as cups, as well as some clay cups that may or may not have come from an interesting source. So help yourself! Who knows how long it'll last, considering the amount of guests. Heck! It might even be repurposed later, after all the vodka is gone! So drink up.
Anyway, feel free to join in on the festivities! There will be several threads for activities where people can mingle, or you can start your own. Have a party, chill out, and/or imbibe ill-advised substances to try and forget that you died. Wheeeee!
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What: Drunken party of drunkenness and shenanigans
When: Nov 17th, mid-day until everyone passes tf out
Where: Islet #2 aka Trash Island, somewhere out in front of cottage 1 and along the beach
Warnings: Drunk people, swearing, ill-advised people hitting each other with sticks, questionable food, drunken cuddles and crying, etc, etc tbc when there's more

Welcome to Islet 2! There are many reasons for you to be here right now. Maybe you live here. Maybe you're visiting someone who lives here. Maybe you've been invited to this sick party by one of the above idiots. Maybe you were just passing by and got dragged into the festivities. Who cares, really? You're here now!
Out in front of Cottage 1 there's the beautiful banner that you see above hanging on the outside, lovingly crafted by one of the twins. The twins have also lovingly crafted some vodka using magic and potatoes. Potato magic. And hey! There's also stuff that the twins cooked! Like potato tornadoes, fried shark genitals and Fantasy Kentucky Fried Pterax! And other food! And there's a fire! And activities! And drinking!
Mainly drinking. In fact, there is a large cooking pot that, at the moment, is full of the most moonshine-iest vodka you have ever had. There are empty halves of coconut shells to serve as cups, as well as some clay cups that may or may not have come from an interesting source. So help yourself! Who knows how long it'll last, considering the amount of guests. Heck! It might even be repurposed later, after all the vodka is gone! So drink up.
Anyway, feel free to join in on the festivities! There will be several threads for activities where people can mingle, or you can start your own. Have a party, chill out, and/or imbibe ill-advised substances to try and forget that you died. Wheeeee!
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[Wade feels a sudden twinge of sympathy for the man. How has he lived without knowing the pain of biting into a microwaved pastry that's equal parts cold and boiling hot, all because you were too lazy to cook dinner? How has he survived without experiencing the immediate regret after ingesting something that was probably never meant to be eaten in the first place? Wade gives the man's shoulder a few pats, leaning slightly into him to regain his balance (he's not drunk, the ground is just trying to trip him up).]
Don' worry, bro. I'll getcha some eventually. Maybe use a favor or somethin', if you ask nice. Hey... y'know what? I don't think I ever caught yer name.
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[Experiencing new food is fine but that's where the Batter will draw the line on trying. Because fuck that. He gets it, kinda, making people happy. But eating corpses? Don't make him laugh.
Or maybe the Batter's idea of happiness was just as warped as Enoch's. Being sure you've been loved and loved did nothing when you can't remember when and how it felt.]
Batter. [He can't be assed to add 'the' to it because people here give him no end of grief over it.] That's who I am.
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[Which isn't exactly the most sensitive thing Wade could've said on the subject, but hey-- he's dying of cancer right now. Eternally. He figures he can afford to be a little glib.]
...You said your name's "Batter", right? What, is that like a codename or somethin'?
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No. It's made from corpses.
[He's dead serious. But that's just how things in
weird-ass RPG Maker gameshis world works.]And no again. Why people keep asking me that I don't understand.
[The Batter was aware it's not a normal 'name' but honestly he doesn't care.]
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[He suddenly blinks, unsure if he's heard the guy right.]
Wait wait wait, I just started payin' attention. You're tellin' me that sugar comes from dead bodies in your world? What, like some Soylent Green shit?
...Far out.
[Yeah, Wade's priorities are kinda screwy.]
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[So...a guy named the Batter, who dresses up as a baseball player and actually plays baseball....and finds the questions people ask about it stupid.
And yeah, you heard him right Wade. Sadly the Batter isn't one to get worked up about it, sober or not, so he'll just continue.]
It was supposed to make people happy and it did. And it's still a fucking bad idea.
[GG Enoch. GG.]
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Pfffahahaha-- jesus dude, never woulda expected a giant stick-in-the-mud like you to just up and drop the F-bomb like that. S'like suddenly hearing Batman talkin' about eatin' pussy or somethin'.
[He suddenly snorts loudly, a crass and obscene sound.]
Hah! Pussy! As in Catwoman! I wasn't even tryin' with that one.
[...I think you've had enough, Wade.]
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[Yes he is fully aware he's not normally fun to be with - or a 'giant stick-in-the-mud' as Wade as so gently put it. Also he's a little bit salty when it came to Zone 3's Guardian. At least Dedan had the grace to just break the Batter's neck during one of their failed boss fights.
And stop breaking the forth wall with references Wade, you sound like a dumber Zacharie.]
It could be worse anyway.
[Nobody on this island's met Dedan, after all. Now that would be a "treat" and a good enough reason for the Batter to hate his life just a little more then usual.]