LOCATION: 58% DISCORD
PODUNK TOWN: Prophet, chubby2man, King Zultan
BUSTLING METROPOLIS: VoidSlayer, A_Curious_Cat
SHRINKING RANCH: micelus
NATIONAL PARK: Demonic Spoon
FORM: 82% DISCORD
UNCOMELY QUADRATIC BIRDWOMAN: micelus, chubby2man
ORNATE BRONZE MAN WITH SIX ARMS AND THREE EYES: Prophet
UN THE SUN THE SUN THE S: Demonic Spoon
CROW: VoidSlayer
ZEBRA: King Zultan
GOLDEN CALF: A_Curious_Cat
NOBODY CAN SATISFACTORILY IDENTIFY WHAT YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE, BUT YOU VAGUELY LOOK LIKE A CROW CROSSED WITH A HUMAN. IN A BLENDER. WITH HOOVES AND EYES TOSSED IN FOR GOOD MEASURE. MOST WOULD AGREE THAT YOU'RE A BIT OF AN EYESORE, AND SOME DOUBTERS HAVE OPENLY QUESTIONED WHETHER YOU'RE AN APPROVED INSTALLATION AT ALL. ON THE BRIGHT SIDE, YOU SEEM TO HAVE ATTRACTED SOME LESS NEGATIVE ATTENTION FROM SOME OF THE TOWNSPEOPLE:
- THE ASPIRING SINGER PASSES BY THE LOT YOU'RE IN TWICE EVERY DAY AND OCCASIONALLY STOPS BY TO COMPLAIN ABOUT CALLOUS MANAGEMENT AND DREAMS OF STARDOM. THEY LOOK INCREASINGLY SLEEP-DEPRIVED AND DEJECTED.
- A FAMISHED VAGRANT AND THEIR BELOVED CANINE HAVE TAKEN TO SLEEPING UNDER THE COVER OF ONE OF YOUR WINGS.
- EXPELLED FROM THE LOCAL COFFEE SHOP AND UNABLE TO MUSTER A WILLING AUDIENCE, THE CACOPHONOUS POET HAS TAKEN TO DECLAIMING VERSES AT YOU. DESPITE BEING AN UNLIVING BRONZE STATUE OF GREAT POWER, YOU DIE A LITTLE FOR EVERY LINE THE POET RECITES.
- A WELL-DRESSED PHOTOGRAPHER CAME AROUND TO TAKE PICTURES OF YOUR MAGNIFICENT FORM YESTERDAY. YOU SPOT THEIR CAR AGAIN TODAY. ARE THEY SOME SORT OF RECRUITER? COULD THIS BE YOUR CHANCE TO BREAK INTO THE CUTTHROAT WORLD OF SUPERSTARDOM?
TODAY IS A BREEZY DAY. IT WOULD BE GREAT IF SOMEONE WERE TO START WORSHIPING YOU. FAILING THAT, AT LEAST PUTTING YOU ON THE ROAD TO STARDOM WOULD BE VERY NICE. MOST ANYTHING YOU CAN PUT INTO SONG YOU CAN EFFECT ON YOUR IMMEDIATE SURROUNDINGS (WHICH COVERS THE EMPTY LOT YOU'RE IN). WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE TO DO?