#im painting it black and keeping the drawers red purple and blue

[batz]

i got this dresser a little while ago for like $20 and im gonna fix it up/paint it eventually but i CANT seem to find this dresser anywhere online / what company it is??? i cant find anything ab scooby doo furniture

i wanna knpw BEFORE i sand and paint over scooby doo , preferably LOL

[ravenempress101]

~Fellowship with the Lodge~Hiram Hurt Au *Requested* Angst and Fluff

Thank you for requesting Darling thank you for letting me write this for you.this one is angst but fluff lord same i had to make this one i was getting desperate but i hope you love it

Definitely request some more!

Hiram lodge walks in with his unbutton white silk puffy shirt. Y/n looks up from her crossword puzzle and scans Hiram holding  up 2 brown bags at yourself. He smiles at her, placing them on the glass table in front of the black couch you're sitting on. Y/n placed her crossword on the table and attacks the brown bags opening them and claps her hands together grinning at the white boxes with a japanese symbol on them

“Yay Chinese thank you mr.lodge”

Y/n cheering as she seized one of the boxes out of the bag. unfastening it to appear Kung pao chicken. As she grabbed the chop sticks. She sets them up in her hands and begins to capture one of the pieces of food and apprends it in her mouth.

“Princesa you're always welcome and it’s hiram” hiram grabbing a box of rice and chopsticks and strutting toward his big office desk. Y/n and him were having company between each other just talking about everything and anything while he does work for the jail. Lucky you haven’t gone there yet since you have arrived at riverdale among some charges that were placed on you.

“Yes mr.lo…. I mean hiram sorry i know i get ahead of myself sometimes” y/n smiles capturing a piece of chicken and stuffing her face.y/n glanced at hiram and down back at her food smirking.hiram glimpse back and a laugh escapes his lips. He loved that you could express yourself to a man that hid his darkest secrets. A man that was always feared but y/n took the fire and never got burned.

“Well I’m glad you are here keeping me company”

Hiram took his daze off y/n and looked right back toward the computer screen reading as he was captured with his paperwork scanning over the words he grabbed his bottle of Jack Daniels and a glass with a single ice cube and started pouring the raven liquid in the glass. When he was done emerging it in his glass. The air filled with brown liquid spilling on the floor followed by shards of glass.  Then the painting on the wall of a “woman dressed in black” the woman was now wearing a gaping hole in her dress.

“Oh my god what was that”

Y/n threw her food on the ground as a silver bullet went gliding into the pillow of the couch and feathers fell in the air and on the floor. Y/n let out a high pitched scream and dived on the floor to escape the round of bullets that were making their way in the room that y/n and Hiram were in.

He loosen his shoulders and stood up from his desk being unphased at the bullets. He fixed his tie and then he commanded yourself

“stay here and don’t get up”

Y/n nodded at him and stayed on the floor as she lodge. Y/n started hearing pounds of footsteps on the marble floor. Then y/n was streaming from her spot. The person had her by her foot. Y/n tears welled up in her orbs attempt to place her fingers on the floor trying to stop the sliding, But the person has gotten yourself by your foot to meet with him by placing his hands around your throat and slightly grasping your neck. Restricting the airway to breathe.

“Hello love where did the so called daddy go”

When y/n comes into contact with the person that had a hold on her, y/n eyes soften and her mouth falls open in shock. Staring at the chocolate orbs furrowed eyebrows. Jaw clenched revealing a vein. His hair all messy and wet form the sweat flaring up on his forehead. y/n knew she was in for it when they both were going home.

Your soon to be crazy ex demanded y/n was choking as he raised yourself higher in the air. y/n feeling his ring index finger pinch her throat. Y/n squirm in his grasp grabbing at his muscular arm. Y/n thought this was the end until sweet pea let go and yourself collided on the floor. Y/n captured her neck and her breathing was gaining life back. Her chest rising and falling rapidly. Y/n spilt out tiny coughs and view at the greaser.y/n said in between coughs blinking back tears that were forming.

“Sweet pea, baby don't do this your gonna get me fired”

“Well that would be wonderful so he won't look at you anymore”

Sweet pea smirked at yourself and squinted evilly at yourself. Y/n laying hopeless on the ground. Y/n threw her body on her stomach. Trying to claw back at him to trip him. Her body is becoming weak with every move she makes. Sweet pea strutted petite inches away from yourself when you were close.  Smirking at the agony he placed on yourself. Your hand was red and it was getting puffy as y/n kept digging her painted nails in the marble floor constructing your way to him.

“Awee hun come here to me cmon”

Sweet pea taunting towards yourself as he took his pistol out of his pocket and cocked his gun while aiming right at your puffy bloody hand. Y/n viewed him, tears welling up in your eyes at the person she loved so much, going insane for his love that he always enforced then y/n began to scream.

“Help hiram help”

As sweet pea pulled the trigger of  the gun. The bullet flew toward the marble floor and bounced off onto one of the lights as the bulb broke in front of yourself. Piercing the rough skin of your palms. Whining in agony Hiram ran toward yourself and saw sweet pea holding the gun at her about to take another shot but then Hiram tackled the man. They both collided with the floor. sweet pea dropped the gun, turning himself and Hiram. Sweet pea was on top of hiram. He towered over him Throwing a left hook colliding with his jaw. Hiram’s face flared up with blue and purple marks as his head went toward the other side. Hearing Hiram winces broke your heart. Sweet pea toss the punches broke your soul.

“Please stop please you’re going to kill him”

Hiram heard your screams and threw a right blow at his side. Sweet pea’s body flew to the other side and onto the floor rolling off of hiram as Sweet pea's frame goes limp laying on the floor knocked cold. Then Hiram slowly stood up from the ground. Coming towards yourself making sure you were safe. He seized your arm lifting you from off the floor. Y/n stood up but when she was about to lean into Hiram,

“No hiram he’s about to”

Y/n saw the dark figure hold his hands up with a figurine and strike Hiram over the head with it and He collided with the floor holding his head that was dripping with blood. Then sweet pea repeatedly started kicking Hiram. He kicked his diaphragm.his breathing hitching with every impact. The kicks have gotten harder and quicker.

“See y/n this is what you brought upon yourself”

Next y/n stagger over to the side table.becoming silent, sneaking over towards her object she needed to obtain.The erupted sound of punches being thrown in the air. y/n reaches in the drawer and pulls out a pocket knife. When y/n limps quietly behind a angry sweet pea.

“This is gonna hurt me more than it's going to hurt you”

She raises her arms above her head and  lunges the pocket knife into his back. The greaser winces and stops kicking Hiram. Sweet pea falls to the floor and stiffens under the impact. Red droplets begans spilling out his mouth.He lays there, a pool of blood starts forming.

Y/n reaches for hiram. Pulling him up and throwing his arm over y/ns neck as they both stagger to the grey chair in front of the red and orange amber burning over the fireplace.

“Lord he put up a fight” Hiram wincing while holding his bruised rib cage. He laid in the chair. His heavy inhale and exhale trying to ease the pain. Y/n scanned over Hiram and held her hands to his blue and red face.y/n whispering to hiram

“Hiram omg your all bruised up”

Y/n running her hands over him. Y/n feeling all the cuts and bruises that were forming. Why did her crazy ex have to ruin such a goodnight for both of them. He was just focusing on business and y/n was just there taking care of his house and what needed to be taken care of. Y/n couldn’t deal with seeing Hiram mutilated so badly. It broke her heart scanning his handsome face covered all in wombs.

“Get me the inseptic”

Hiram said while tilting his head toward the direction toward the first aid kit. Y/n got it and came back over to him and opened the med kit and then she brought out the alcohol bottle with a white towel.y/n poured the clear liquid on the towel. Then placed it on Hiram’s bloody lip. He watched your every movement like a hawk.

“Hiram im so sorry i know i’m fired i cant believe… i just can’t”

Hiram cut in your babbling and boomed toward yourself and grabbed your soft hands running velvety circles on the palms calming your ranting.

“Is that why you come in with bruises hun, you could’ve told me what he has done”

Y/n started back patting the bloody bottom lip. Cleaning the remaining blood that was left. Hiram stared at your concerning face.while tears streamed down her cheeks y/n said without remorse

“I was scared and alone to talk to anyone hiram he just started doing this’

‘When i just hired you?’

Hiram asking yourself with a side eye.

Y/n started to break down while whipping her stained filled cheeks while scanning at all the damage sweet pea as done to his demeanor. y/n was so hurt from all this seeing hiram struggle for his inhales was her biggest fear.

“Yes, I can’t believe he did this he’s insane’

y/n guiding the rag over his puffy cheek. Dabbing gently at the blood that covered the rag. Y/n was moving toward his sharp jawline. Y/n couldn’t help but admire how he was authorizing yourself to clean himself up.hiram began to say

“He isn't insane anymore’  scanning at a lifeless shell in his studies. He was gonna have to bury him sooner or later with the help of yourself.  Y/n began to trail down his neck getting hypnotised in his caramel skin. Y/n swab and added medicine on his neck while placing a small bandage on the bruise and then y/n started unbuttoning half of his shirt and seeing his exposed rib cage and his caramel chiseled chest.

“You know you can tell me everything and anything, i'm here to protect you princesa”

Hiram knocking you back to reality. Her face forming a grin fragile at the statement of reassurance.y/n nodded as she started applying gauze to his rib cage. Tapping the womb making sure the gauze covers the mess that was made on him. Then y/n starred right back up at hiram

“Thank you for that I promise I’ll repay you”

y/n said while standing up and placing the med kit back where it was. Hiram found his strength as the powerful man he is patted his lap for an invite for her to sit upon. Y’n took the offer and sat on his lap. Hiram sneaked your arms around yourself. Engulfing yourself in a hug and began to whisper

“Hey you are by cleaning these wombs and being here with me”

Hiram whispered toward yourself. As y/n felt the warmth of the fire that burn and hiram's muscular popping vein arms hug your frame he placed a small peck on the back of shoulder feeling his bruised kiss lingered as y/n laid her head on his board shoulder staring at the open flames that appear Y/n felt a wave of safety and reassurance take a hold on your insanity by a man that was no longer feared .

[freebooter4ever]

color/scent association, tagged by @s-k-y-w-a-l-k-e-r

under the cut because im longwinded af

red/orange: I’m combining these because there is a particular shade of burnt red that is unconsciously my favorite color, over half my clothes feature this color (the other half are pink), and it’s because it’s the shade of my grandparent’s carpet. Both my grandparents favorite color is red and they bought the house in the 60′s, though that doesn’t excuse them for picking this truly hideous carpet color. But it was my favorite place, my favorite smell in the world growing up. Taking my micro-machines down the river of hot lava stairs safe inside the micro-machine floating aircraft carrier was a memorable pastime. The light through the front windows faded parts of the deep red carpet to a bright bright orange, so it really was like fire (and the orange matched their truly god awful scratchy orange couch that felt like sitting on a burlap sack). My grandparents loved this ugly carpet so much they kept it for 55 years and when I asked her what she would miss the most when moving out of her house, my grandma answered the carpet because no one makes carpet in that shade of red anymore.

yellow: I feel like lemon is the too easy answer here, but I really love that JR Watkins lemon hand soap. I’d never tried it until I lived in Nick’s sister’s house so now I kinda associate the smell with that time - clean, bright, airy, plus bonus dog, in a 1950′s brick house with a crumbling two story staircase climb to the entrance that was like a death trap when covered in ice. The tiny kitchen there was like the social center of the house, so many roommates and we all ended up there at various times and ALL hours of the day (Sarah was ALWAYS baking and half of it was for fundraising for her dance company and the other half was always Kale Chips which was the most disgusting snack yet I pretended to love it for her sake) - I met Nick at 3am on thanksgiving day after I finally came home from work to find a stranger sitting on the kitchen floor eating pie. The second place I have seen this lemon hand soap is my favorite organic cafe near ohiopyle where I’d stop and get mayo free coleslaw every time I drove out to the country to sit and write by the river rapids - which also reminds me of Nick because of him being a ‘dirtbag’ river guide for a good chunk of his life in PA.

green:  Freshly cut grass, which seems like an easy answer, but after living away from the pacific northwest for a time I’ve come to realize that the pine tree forests smell VASTLY different than any other forests. I miss it desperately. One of those things where you grow up thinking it’s normal, and everybody lives perpetually surrounded by the smell of pine needles until you move away for ten years and discover that nope, its not. Kind of like how I thought floating bridges were the norm and was shocked to discover seattle was one of the only places to have them.

blue: Chlorine in the neighborhood pools my friends and I practically lived in all summer during grade school.

purple: i actually can’t think of anything for purple...

pink: Lavender, which seems backwards since it’s not purple but I heavily associate pink with clothes, and all my clothes smell as much like lavender as I can get. My grandma on my mom’s side grew up in 1930′s Oklahoma farm country during the dustbowl, and her dad was a pest control man (there’s a photo of her as a teen here on this blog somewhere where she’s in her dad’s truck - the ugliest photo of her I’ve ever seen and the only one where my mom claims I actually look like my beautiful grandmother) - anyway, to keep bugs out of their own house my grandma and her mother used to sew little lavender satchels and hide them in the drawers. They used the prettiest scraps of fabric, and even edged them with lace sometimes. Much much later my grandma gave a few to me to put in my clothes drawers and my tiny child brain decided they were Much Too Pretty to be used in drawers so I repurposed them into doll pillows. But the ones she gave me were pink satin with white lace and always smelled like lavender. There’s other reasons lavender and pink became kind of a sacred smell for me after the Hell Year but I’m not gonna get into that lol.

brown: Those huge wood pilings on the side of docks - specifically the ones used near the ferries that travel to and from Whidbey Island. This is a distinct smell, but it’s not unique and I’ve smelled it in other areas but the Mukilteo Ferry will always be the original for me. The smell and color associated with such things like The Center For Wooden Boats which I grew up around thanks to my mom while also being NOT ALLOWED to sail for reasons my mother never explained (she knew how to sail, my grandpa lives on a sailboat down in the carribean for fucks sake)(when i told nick about that i thought nick would understand i was saying i never wanted to leave family behind like that, not that he’d take it as life advice), and also associated with that one specific railroad bridge that crosses the lake sammamish bicycle thoroughfare which Sanjeev used to live along that I think must have been built out of the same type of old weathered wood and I spent many days running past it, also also associated with the Edgewater where my cousin got married on the same day as the local Hemp Festival so the smell of ocean and old wood was mixed with the smell of marijuana, and tons of high hippies were cavorting through the streets in front of the hotel and the Myrtle Edwards Park (my mom’s favorite park - my dad’s side of the family only liked this park because it was within walking distance of the Old Spaghetti Factory) and the entire wedding party walked from the church at Holy Names Academy down to the hotel for the reception, and we all got mixed up in the revelers. And I was walking with grandma and grandpa and at least five different people stopped to declare how splendid my grandpa’s fancy pale blue suit looked. This was before pot was legal in washington, btw.

black: whatever the fuck the smell of all the collective music events Naeem threw was...so - alcohol? smoke? sweat? weird air? I don’t even know, but I’m nostalgic as heck for it. Half the time the parties were just a black void for dancing but you sure could smell it. It’s not exactly a smell I can describe but it’s one I recognize. Cramped dark rooms, weird paintings on the wall - naked people / black light owl / hipster wallpaper, shitty beat up flooring, crowds of people half who feel familiar, quirky lighting, racks of bicycles hung from the ceiling in one instance, fog and a long artificially elongated room in another, music videos that rarely make sense but are good for something to stare at instead of making conversation (dancing monkeys?), an underground art deco bank vault door, disco balls, brick houses with narrow wooden decks behind alleys to cool off on, snow, and THAT SMELL.

tagging @aboutthatmelancholystorm ,  @lollki , @revolverwaffle bc i saw you online for a min old friend, and @lieblinggs

[latenightiridescence]

I play a little game called House Flipper - and I made a Toriko home

I got the idea to make a house based on character teams from Rise of the Guardians initially. My own office was spaced themed, and I liked the idea. I did a seasonal theme but didn’t take pictures...

This was a very small house, one of the smallest in the game. Only one bedroom, a small living space, a kitchen, and a bathroom. Many are much larger, which lead me to...TORIKO! Because I was bored. Cut for a bajillion pics.

Komatsu’s kitchen was the main event, along with his dining room.

Not enough pink, in my opinion, but he wears a lot of beige/khaki when adventuring, so what can you do.

Next came Coco’s little home library (since you can have different classes of rooms) which you can reach through Komatsu’s kitchen. I decided this was adorable and it wasn’t even planned.

Black and green, for obvious reasons. The purple isn’t for his poison (which is red in the manga, at any rate) but in honor of Kiss’ feathers, which the wiki tells me have a purple tinge. And yes, some of those books are about rare plants, it’s amazing. But no plants themselves, a stupid oversight on my part. I was at this for three hours...

Toriko’s living room is next! The man really is living proof that orange and blue go together. A little white in honor of Terry, as well.

Pretty chill and deceptively comfy, just like the man himself. Just down the hall from the kitchen.

Sunny, of course, I figured a bathroom fit best.

This bathroom is so big it has TWO entrances, and the third door in the pink wall hides the toilet. You know he wouldn’t want that out in the open. (I just noticed I forgot to change the tile. I had jury duty, forgive me.)

His are the only windows without blinds, because why not take advantage of Sunny’s canon exhibitionist streak (which pretty much everyone but Coco has, honestly - they sure do love being naked and not caring).

Zebra was difficult for. He travels so much there’s a freaking Zebra forecast (which gives me feels, but anyway) and I decided a rather empty, barebones bedroom suited him best, because I like to make myself sad.

Not even carpet, just brown tile, a messy bed, and a single fluorescent light you can just barely see in the first picture. I imagine Komatsu insisting on the drawer/cabinet, which Zebra uses to keep knickknacks Komatsu brings him. (Why did this end up so character headcanon based, I’m mad.)

What does make me laugh is that the dark red paint is called Bloody Red, which makes sense, but the lighter color, based more on Zebra’s hair, is called Laughing Strawberry. im ded

Similarly, Komatsu’s kitchen has lots of Lemon Yellow.

There was one room left, and who needs more love?

Melk II, that’s who. Also, there are a lot of knives in this game.

The boots are a nod to her Grinding Boots, because they’re hilarious.

Anyway, that’s the house. I meant to add more details and pictures because you can upload your own and put them up on the wall, which is a cool feature. But I forgot. Whelp.

[glopratchet]

jase

page 14,067 You think to yourself "with enough time, anything's possible" brush your teeth Well not everything As hard as you try, with your pass-able looks and natural charisma, you couldn't convince a regular girl to settle down with you There was of course the time you got close Really close You could almost taste it But events didn't quite turn out in your favor, giving birth to your desire for revenge against these menacing criminals that took everything away while keeping the status quo in the background, you prepare the vehicle for tonight The heavy modified hoverbike sitting in your parking space in the Apartment-Boat you call home could bu handy if anything happens tonight A quick look in the mirror and you make sure your kutte is straight Time to fire this festering hole eventually door shuts behind !!!!!" "What did you just say?" You bend your head to your scruffy looking "girlfriend" "Darling" "I said he, are we or aren't we eating an alligator burger tonight?! Come on! We are going to be late! her fingernails nervously as she wears her construction outfit in your room She didn't work to day, but instead wanted you to show you this new opening at a Gallery You roll on the bed and sit up to catch a napping Cello, "uhh I dunno Bri, I'm supposed "No excuses! We are going, be ready, meet me there, DON'T BE LATE! Whole alligator dinner , assemble or eat Last weekend on my break from capture the flag, I stayed with my father, and his new bride "Darling" has no blood relation to me, but she feeds me bugs everyday and lets play near the construction sites We love to ride the huge trucks and dump them Once we were playing catch with a grenade since we thought it was a medicine ball Right before it blew up, dad came running at us with his eyes bigger than us Now that I rely use some filters and stay near sea I do not get to eat opening acts 4 minutes ago Well back in the day, I had an assassin try to take me out at their main encampment This was years ago when the ED and GC were still allies My public reason was to get some fuel for the trip to Nine-Oak, my real motive well to this day I'm not quite sure but it must've been important since I honestly thought I wasn't going to make it out of there and owner Door 5 The smell overtakes the sensors While 4 channels show a heavy dose of psychosis swinging back and forth with tylium injections, a brighter side appears You nearly see hope Her quarters are the large one at the top of everyone's screens covered with a one way window; perfect for spying and collecting intel, while maintaining necessary top security Also, you instantly recognize this families logo Your mind draws a blank then slowly; a blurry memory resurfaces ! Now! The writing on the walls is like no language you've ever seen, but you can make out a few familiar shapes Your mind struggles Zukhara? No, much older "Darling" hasn't moved an inch Quickly she grabs the image of an alligator in a fine crafted cherry wood frame from the wall and throws it on the floor with a loud crack The mirror and painting lay shattered and displayed on the ground or the paintings for dinner? And that other thing, whatever it was Be my guest! You pull yourself out of the seat and slowly walk to an empty space on the wall where you open a hidden safe Typewriter and stacks of cash fill the drawer as you sit down and start writing a note While your writing doesn't exactly look like calligraphy, presumably this will still be counted as "artwork" finish it and then mount it on an alligator skin I believe? Well if it'll honor you prefer the skin? Nothing's stopping you now, assuming he is on the level then both will be coming from our rations tomorrow night along with a bottle of 1975 empire Zinfandel which should make a fine adhesive, provided the gluing is up to the quality of your current paintings Your collection should look flawless The door opens as a slight breeze pushes it further into the room pay money to own some of that, shining in black frames on the red walls, alligator skin flooring and a genuine Empire zin Please give our compliments to genius chef as soon as he has time Research Assistants - University of Progensberg Your art is now top secret Even if anyone thought the colorful swirls were anything more than bits to be analysed they wont get far before it's taken out of general circulation , good thing arnt they one of the few human like species discovered it'd be a shame to see them go extinct before we had a chance to eat them Year 595 Research: While the painting sub branch isn't exactly mundane, you don't feel like it's enough creative outlet for today How will this help forging a GC post extinction legacy? You need to be doing more smelling faintly of paint and on most occasions you see red, blue or purple flash before your eyes Congratulations, after 500 years since the inception of the project it appears urantra brain secretes some kind of purple pigment for decoration purposes At this point we don't care, just take it and inject it into your veins almost as much as a fine bottle of empire zin The purple lightning strikes outside seem brighter and warmer these days, might just be the drugs talking though Almost done with this batch and then it's a few months of off book research Wanna come with? to EAT animals but not ok to EAT people or OTHER human like species, or elves or anything like that After rereading Anecia's speech you realize how close the average person is to becoming their food source Hopefully this research will earn a bit of trust that you aren't planning on eating them probably I heard that! And no im not coming with you, ill just be here waiting than they'd want to hurt Anecia They are essential for milk and cheese after all That being said, when your racing home after a hard day at the lab, hoping that tonight might treat you to some Anecian Stuffed Peppers, how often do you think about where the meat in that casserole really came from? And where did the cow come from anyways? Was it just walking around one day when it decided to become lunch? ? plus they taste good You were always told that dragons where monsters that scorched the earth and sky alike but now your standing here arms deep in a corpse of one The first dragon you've ever slain, and its wings are actually alot smaller then you thought If your parents could see you now, how proud they would be They'd probably question their training however, and rightfully so but still you had this one in the bag all along to realize, be it hook, spear or net, the dragon had little chance of escape With your own particular set of skills, you have this wyrm failling to a blow from above Year 600 You meet mr Average Person (read:secretary) early in the week with the to-do list every sunday you have to go over everything with him and give some sort of idea of what the team is going to work on two months from now or the intense studies of the Purple ichor's amazing healing properties? Question 6 (1,798 voters, tcoh_input@yahoo com) Hello nice to meet you roommate! tell me about yourself Name: Sun LiRace: Black TrollClass: PlayboyER demigodSTR! 30INT! 30WIS! 40 AGI! 50LUCK! 70SKILL! 56TRAIT! 18 let's see your father ran before he took you away Since that is no doubt who your roommate is let's see if we can figure that out There are roughly 100 students at this school about 25 are demi human and half of them are races that could easily be your roommate (or would that be roommers?) Of the remaining human race half of them are girls hmmm 1 in 4 now that probably isn't right If your more of gun nut check the lastest firearms at [kroger market] beer !!! if i were a teamate in this, what would my role be? (ans: Captain Kirk) if you don't find the quest fun anymore you can get The big you go, the harder it gets and more danger you're in with the law getting in your way many snatchers have been shanked because they tried to use deadly force Common based snatchers are in it for a quick buck, so as such they won't try to take on an entire orc tribe by themselves They'll hit lone caravans and small to mid sized groups of merchants Most cases the black market isn't a criminal underworld full of dangerous felons and relentless mana-vampires as it is a bunch of bored immortals trying to pass the time One of these things is the demon market, located in the third layer of hell (dashit) , with a 50% savediscount! As the thief harvest goes on, something a bit odd stands out to you In each and every case of missing persons a lot of them were last seen in the area around Kroger's region That supermarket is either running a regular scam or is involved in this somehow It wouldn't be the strangest thing you've seen, and it certainly wouldn't be the worst crime organization By questioning the store manager, it becomes clear that he knows exactly what's going on at your supermarket The hell is this? This smelly bigfoot goes by many names, from dogman, to the grizzy, to bigfoot, yet in all cases it is all the same creature Some say it's a werecreature of some sort while others believe them to just be a rare species that has managed to avoid discovery all these years But fact is, they look like bigfoot and that's good enough for you with the scope With this mode, each gun has a different "feel" to it You'll need to spend some time with this to master precision shooting There's aiming on the move, finding your range, and many other types of shooting Since you've only got the one shot, make it a good one To shoot or not to shoot With a deer carcuss near it You find the creature standing outside for some reason with one shot Not such an easy task, considering you're pretty far away Your standard iron sights are going to have to do since you don't have an optic for this gun It's a bit tough since when you use this gun from the hip it's over 20 pounds, so getting your aim steady is important Fortunately for you there's no wind so you just have to account for your lateral movement and launch the round There's fur, blood and entrails everywhere It's easy meat to take back and sell, which is important, because you're not getting it for free after your hunt congrats op you've more than doubly profited from this encounter Choose: deer skin or alligator skin Oh ick totals Maybe this game would be a little easier with higher caliber guns, or at least ones that can accept scopes The noise really isn't worth it though since all you're doing is driving away any game in the area In the future it might be worth going furless, but for now all those useless bits can be turned into ichorium explosives , as usual So, loot and sell the gall bladder, liver, heart, intestines and maybe even a tooth or two Keep these offable parts in your pack until you get home, then put them in the fridge If you need more storage get a cooler or upgrade the house comes, sell more parts to him then cook dinner for you and your buddy While preparing the meat for cooking have some guests come over They brought a few six packs of brew with them Go ahead and share the wealth You should put it in your new fridge After eating, showing off a bit and having a generally good time its time to hit the hay You fell asleep on the couch so move yourself to the bed at 12 99 a person Ohh monetization Tonight's profit: 2168 ichorium shares, 8 silver, 4 quarters Days passed in the marsh and you still don't have Clyde or Fen just a lot of wet feet You do however have eaten everything in your fridge even the bait, so you're going to have to get more food or eat something inedible again like the alligator fleshes you've got hanging around The thought haunts you throughout the day and night It's really throwing off your concentration, you can't wait for this time to be over so you can bag a couple of wyverns First thing in the morning you sharpen your rifle and put on your pack This is going to be the day Not once, but twice people from the fort come and see if you're around and suddenly everyone wants to see me And they'res not just a few people they're like 18 of them You were out hunting so you weren't around to whlect their calls, replys or even show up while prying eyes were watching Instead they get your mildly annoyed brother in law to talk to them They leave dissapointed and unanswered Then you jump in and make things worse You wander into the fort to pick up a few things at the store and who do you find there? The same two wyvern jockeys that approached you To your surprise they knew you were out here, but even more surprising was what one of them said while the other looked on in silence "We would've been better off if you hadn't helped us at all Did I really do that much damage? You tried to wave them off and assure them of the contrary but they left shortly there after You could only hope they would come to appreciate what you did for them in time Just then an all too familiar symbol caught your attention, staring up at you from a wanted poster it was Clyde! Or rather Commander Ram himself If you wore a mask around here people might mistake you for someone else But what does it say about us that someone like him was able to take charge in the first place? You were Clyde There was no denying it But you couldn't hunt him down, not after what happened The poor sap that did finally catch up with him on that wanted notice looked a lot like Mason, even had a family resemblance It wasn't him, but it could've been What would you do if you found him, put a gun to his head and drag him back? It was a tempting idea but he probably wouldn't get far and in your current mood you might not be able to bring yourself to help if someone else was beating him to within an inch of his life It was shameful, but the best thing you could do for him right now was stay away However he still needed to be brought to justice, the way he was gallivanting around the countryside rounding up god knew who and throwing them in his cells was bad for business People would begin to unite against him and that could be far worse bandits, mercenaries, wary townies, kobolds all with one collective ideology: Fear Something you only engendered towards yourself and justified with your greater purpose To lose that power could cost you your survival! No, Ram had to be brought to justice, but not by you The best way of erasing your past was to put some distance between it and yourself You'd head west, maybe head out to sea or even up north to where the gnomes and their contraptions came from A new frontier, there had to be one yet untapped But before you could begin your new life you had to make one last trip out to the woods and see how Detlaf and Ranon were progressing on their logging town (You didn't want to go out there again ever but beggars can't be choosers ) You found them both cutting down trees like it was going out of style, which with the influx of new settlers it very well might Seeing you ride up they finally take a break You didn't really have to, but it was a convenient excuse to just sit there pulling up your shirt sleeve and scratching at your glowing badge of honor Your beam of light may have been gone, but it would never fade from your arm You came to accept that, you only wished you could do the same with the scars that wrapped around your back Still, the badges were going to come in handy as you've managed to use them as a conversation starter "See something you like Mason?" Ranon playfully sneered while waggling his eyebrows He probably didn't even realize what he was doing but you just let it slide and carry on with what you needed "That town you were working on looks like its coming along well "Town?" Ranon said with some pride "Haram, it's a city now King Sylvester himself stopped by recently to give his official endorsement Lot of people flooding to it You were genuinely happy for both of them but the news did stop you for a moment A whole another kingdom? If a place that big could form that fast just from one bandit gang then wherever you end up things were going to be very different Actually now that you thought about it considering how big the kingdom must be there was probably anothere bandit gang somewhere else doing much the same thing you were Bandits: Been there, done that It probably hadn't even been a year yet and already the game was up Well in for a coin, in for a Rai-ken You had made your decision and your destination doesn't matter as long as its a new frontier and they needed doctors right? Well maybe you'd stick to frontier clinics, but that was still medicine Might even get to put those old bandit skills of stealing from the sick for the good of the community Time would tell In any case you had some people to see and from there you'd make your plans Your next destination was Rask and then beyond it! Or so you thought Funny how things worked out, but it was the calm before the storm You laid down to sleep on your bed one night and then you heard a loud noise followed by the house shaking as if there was an earth quake going on Your rabbits in a stew because none of the furniture broke but everything ended up in disarray and broken pottery was everywhere One of your manticores came running in from one of the other rooms having been spooked by the noise if the trampled flower vase and rolling obei seeds meant anything You were still half-awake and pretty startled yourself, but instincts kicked in and you moved towards your rifle, thinking it was hostiles or something By the time you got into the living room and realized what happened it was over And just in time too, because you heard Naji let out an unearthly shriek of pain from her bedroom next door