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[This is as close an image of Patch as I can get to, so here you go]
OOC: rp character picrew chain!!!
https://toon-me-picrew.carrd.co/
No pressure tags:
@abyssiot @archivalassistantriaan @lambstoth3slaughter @quinn-does-radio @jinxedbooks @bolton-buried
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Thank you for your help in dealing with that beast, Rex.
@doors-are-wrong
You're welcome, I suppose. Do you have any idea what it was?
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"You have to leave." The figure repeats, the rot still spreading out from its hand. It stares at the entity blankly. "You are not supposed to be here, this place belongs to The Extinction, not to you. I have my orders, and you aren't supposed to be here."
A field of dead corn, stretching as far as the eye can see. You can see signs that this used to be a thriving field, but something happened and now it's all gone.
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The figure places its hand on the door. Decay starts spreading out from underneath its fingers, rotting the door. "You have to leave." The figure repeats dully.
A field of dead corn, stretching as far as the eye can see. You can see signs that this used to be a thriving field, but something happened and now it's all gone.
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A humanoid figure made out of scraps of junk walks over to the door. It speaks, its voice rusty. "I'm gonna have to ask you to leave, you and your door are ruining the effect."
A field of dead corn, stretching as far as the eye can see. You can see signs that this used to be a thriving field, but something happened and now it's all gone.
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A field of dead corn, stretching as far as the eye can see. You can see signs that this used to be a thriving field, but something happened and now it's all gone.
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I am what is left behind when everything stops. It will come, and everything will be left behind. I am a patchwork of scraps. My name is Patch, and I am a creation of The Extinction.
[OOC: yeah, this is @randomvoices again]
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