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i doooo
Mmm, some people need to post.
That's aight bro. Huehuehue it seems that Homer has.. lost his head Ba dum tiss
Also interested.
I'm in.
Interested.
Hey guys, before I finish my post I want to ask something. Since everyone is now taking on the characteristics of their costumes and Homer now lacks a neck, would it be alright if his head can detach? I now Kiri mentioned something along those lines back when the images were made and I thought I'd use that idea, if it's okay with everyone else.
I don't mind it.
Floaty crew where it at bruh Hey i can edit my old posts now yay The dream world can stop being a wip lel
Posted. Also really sad to hear about Monty. Hearing someone who affected tons people through lovely animation pass away really just hits you hard. On a lighter note, Myles the prodigal son has returned Sorry i've been absent. Life stuff. Kiri seems to have everything in check though.
Myles shifted in his cot, weary from the work he had done the day before. Piper, the girl, had allowed him to stay at her farm in return for caring for the Sheep, the weird faced sheep, and helping with her vegetable garden, among another household chores. Eventually he would try to find a way back home. Now, his muscles ached from digging some weird thing Lil Bo Piper requested. "Wakey wakey, or your legs will break-ey!" Myles was slowly growing used to the twisted versions of expressions that were apparently common in the "Maire". He rolled out of the cot, swinging his legs over and placing his feet on the floor... Or, well, trying to. What he also had to get used to was that his feet never seemed to touch the ground. Like he was forever floating. What really made it amusing was how it perfectly went with his halloween getup: a genie costume. "Okay Piper, one se--" "MYLES COME QUICK!" She suddenly screeched from the next room, and Myles heard the rickety front door slam. He completely flew out of the bed then, tripping on his bedsheets (thankfully he could only "faceplant" inches from the ground) before he got up and darted out to meet Piper. "What? What?!?" Piper outstretched he staff towards the woods, not far from where he had fallen days ago. "Do you hear that? Woolves!" "Wolves?" "No, nooooo. Wool-ves!" Piper said, emphasizing the "ul" sound as she waved her staff dramatically. "Okay, okay, what's the problem?" Myles rubbed the back of his head, somewhat uninterested. Piper clutched her staff. "What if they eat my bebbes! Myles, please go drive them away... Take this!" Piper shoved her staff at him. "A few knocks to the head should do it.. It's probably just two.. Well i hope it's two." Myles put on an exasperated face. "Aaaand what if it's not?" She put a hand on his shoulder. "It was really nice knowing you buddy." "But I don't wannaaaa!" Myles whined, but Piper shoved him. "GET T' STEPPIN' BOY." With a small huff, Myles strode over then hopped the mangled wooden fence. It was slightly unnerving when he couldn't hear twigs and grass crunching underfoot. Myles tried to look cool and twirl the staff, but it really just ended up hitting him in the face. He was rubbing his chin when he finally heard the snarls and growls in the clearing in front of him. Myles twirled the staff another time before stabbing it into the ground and mumbling "you shall not pass". He really didn't want to do this. Like, really didn't. Reluctantly, he parted some morbid looking fauna with the staff, and peered into the clearing. He saw a group of people around his age surrounded by malicious, drooling 'woolves'. One was already dispatched, surrounded by a swatch of scarlet. Myles grimaced. He wasn't the best guy, but that didn't mean he would let these people die... Or maybe... He could..? No, no, he shouldn't. So, with a strangled battle cry, he waved the staff above his head, his genie hat bouncing as he bobbled along, running on air. The woolves looked at him, bemused expressions seeming to cross their ugly faces, before returning to frothing, sneering looks. They crept forward, ready to avenge their fallen comrade. "A little help here people.." He called to the group, but then trailed off. "Wait, Homer? Sav? Guys? Is that you?" He threw his staff on the ground, incredulous. "Where the fuck have you been? It's been three fucking days." He held up a shaky three fingers. His hands raised in alarm as one of the woolves snapped its jaws in his direction. Myles winced. "How about we just talk later."
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