Let Neptune strike ye dead Winslow! HAAARK!
Hark Triton, hark! Bellow, bid our father the Sea King rise from the depths full foul in his fury! Black waves teeming with salt foam to smother this young mouth with pungent slime, to choke ye, engorging your organs til' ye turn blue and bloated with bilge and brine and can scream no more - only when he, crowned in cockle shells with slitherin' tentacle tail and steaming beard take up his fell be-finned arm, his coral-tine trident screeches banshee-like in the tempest and plunges right through yer gullet, bursting ye - a bulging bladder no more, but a blasted bloody film now and nothing for the harpies and the souls of dead sailors to peck and claw and feed upon only to be lapped up and swallowed by the infinite waters of the Dread Emperor himself - forgotten to any man, to any time, forgotten to any god or devil, forgotten even to the sea, for any stuff for part of Winslow, even any scantling of your soul is Winslow no more, but is now itself the sea!
"I AM INCREDIBOY"
"I AM INCREDIBOY"
"I AM INCREDIBOY, MR INCREDIBLE!"
"Fly home, Buddy."
"I AM— I AM INCREDIBOY!!!!"
"I AM INCREDIBOY"
you WILL hunt the monsters
you WILL complete the quests
you WILL wield the silver sword
you WILL take the mutagens
you WILL chug the potions
RandomStuff - everything you love so much here:
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neeed a quick feedback for custom discord ec bot:
what kinda commands you would like to use/see?
@eternalclassic
>Be Daniel Dae Kim
>notices The Good Doctor (the og korean show), buys the rights for it
>Single-handedly makes the american adaptation of the show happen through sheer will
>Shows up on the show as Dr. Han
>Proceeds to antagonize the autistic surgeon on a regular basis
In a desolate and gloomy land, a lone figure stands amidst twisted trees and a barren wasteland. The bleeding light in the background serves as a reminder of the fleeting hope that remains. The figure appears lost and burdened, their face obscured by shadow. As we gaze upon the canvas, a sense of foreboding washes over us, a warning of the dangers of succumbing to the darkness that lurks within
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