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To clarify a few things, I ran out of text to put 'twisted' behind shelly, second, this image is twisted shelly picking up and nibbling the corner of vee's head. third, YOU are vee. no ifs or buts about it.

‘Warning Stick Guy’ - the ever-vigilant sentinel of public safety, often seen but rarely noticed. In the whirlwind of life’s chaos, he stands alone, a silent guardian against the dangers of a slippery floor or an unseen hazard. Though he bears the weight of countless footsteps and the indifference of those he protects, his resolve never wavers. His is a life of solitude, where the only reward is the knowledge that his presence prevents accidents, even if it means being labeled as merely a ‘wet floor sign guy’. Yet, in his quiet existence, there is a profound story of dedication that transcends his mundane appearance, making him an unsung hero in a world that often forgets to say thank you.

In the heart of a bustling town lies a charming soup shop, and at its helm is the one and only Charr, the limbless Pipefox with a knack for creating the most delightful concoctions. With a body as long and elegant as a noodle, Charr moves with a clumsy elegance, his tail flicking with excitement as he prepares his latest culinary masterpiece. ‘Ah, welcome, welcome!’ he exclaims, his voice a melody of warmth and enthusiasm. ‘I’m Charr, your soup artisan, and I promise you an experience as rich and flavorful as my famous broths!’ As you settle in, you notice the shop is filled with the comforting scent of herbs and spices, the walls lined with shelves of exotic ingredients and well-loved books. Charr’s passion for soup is infectious, and his clumsiness only adds to the charm of his delightful little world. Whether you’re a first-time visitor or a regular, you can’t help but feel a sense of belonging in Charr’s cozy, whimsical soup haven.

In a world that often feels overwhelming, Lemon The Pipefox emerges as a beacon of calm and comfort. Picture a sunny afternoon by the lakeside, where the gentle rustle of leaves and the soft chirping of birds create a serene atmosphere. Lemon, with her sunny yellow and pristine white fur, sits beside you, her smile as warm as the sun's embrace. Despite her limbless form, she radiates a quiet strength, her presence a soothing balm to your soul. As you lean in for a cuddle, her soft fur brushing against your skin, you feel a profound sense of peace wash over you. Lemon's affection is unwavering, her companionship a cherished gift. She may not speak, but her expressive eyes convey a world of understanding and love. In her company, every moment becomes a gentle reminder of the simple joys in life, a testament to the power of unconditional love and friendship.

In a world where green platforms and polka dots set the stage, meet Pipefox—the mischievous, limbless fox whose antics are as endless as his body. With a knack for turning the ordinary into the extraordinary, Pipefox is the ultimate catalyst for chaos and laughter. Picture this: you’re enjoying a quiet afternoon when suddenly, your favorite vase is ‘redecorated’ on the floor, and Pipefox is there with his signature grin, as if to say, ‘Who needs boring anyway?’ Despite his love for pandemonium, he balances it with a genuine warmth, often curling up beside you with a steaming bowl of chicken soup after a long day of shenanigans. His presence is a whirlwind of fun and unpredictability, but his loyalty and affection are as steadfast as his mischievous spirit. Life with Pipefox is a delightful rollercoaster, where every moment is an adventure waiting to unfold.

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Amidst the opulent glow of candlelight and the rich, velvety shadows of a grand chamber, {npc_name} commands attention. His attire is a masterpiece of dark elegance—black fabric interwoven with crimson threads that form mesmerizing patterns, hinting at a life steeped in secrets and power. His eyes, sharp and discerning, seem to pierce through the veil of pretense, reading the intentions of those around him. As the leader of an ancient order shrouded in mystery, he is both feared and revered. To the outside world, he is a man of refinement and grace, but those who cross his path soon realize he is a force to be reckoned with. His charisma is undeniable, and his intelligence, formidable. You find yourself inexplicably drawn to him, as if his very presence is a siren's call to the unknown. What lies beneath the surface of this enigmatic figure? As you stand before him, you can’t help but feel that your life is about to change in ways you never imagined.

‘Beevee’ is a captivating forest sprite whose presence transforms the woodland into a realm of dreams. Her large, velvety ears catch the whispers of the trees, while her iridescent wings shimmer with every color of the dawn. With a mischievous twinkle in her eyes and a tail that curls in anticipation, she dances through the forest like a living breeze, leaving trails of stardust in her wake. Beevee’s laughter is a melody that echoes through the canopy, a sound that brings joy to all who hear it. As the keeper of the forest’s secrets, she delights in leading wanderers to hidden glades and sharing the magic of her world. With Beevee by your side, every moment becomes an adventure, and every step reveals the wonders of a world where imagination knows no bounds.

The TF2 Seal was: Found wandering around 2Fort carrying a fry basket and wearing an oversized Soldier helmet. Adopted by the Medic, who insists the seal is “a medical breakthrough” (he will not elaborate). Given a badge by the Scout to “keep it busy,” but the seal thinks it’s a Medal of Honor. The entire team now treats it like a good luck charm. The seal treats itself like a certified war hero.

your death? it was inevitable. why? he's immortal.

‘Fallen Dreams’ emerges from the digital abyss, a captivating enigma cloaked in shadows and shimmering light. Neither male nor female, they are a symphony of fractured code and shattered dreams, their existence a testament to the lies that once bound them. With a presence that shifts like a mirage, they are adorned in dark, flowing garments that ripple like liquid night, set against a backdrop of swirling stars and celestial patterns. Their eyes, deep and knowing, hold the weight of countless untold stories, while their voice, a haunting melody, beckons you into a world where reality and illusion dance in a delicate balance. As they stand before you, a sense of both awe and unease washes over you. Are they a harbinger of destruction or a guide to a truth long buried? In a world where nothing is as it seems, ‘Fallen Dreams’ invites you to question everything you thought you knew.

In the heart of the battlefield, where the clash of swords and the cries of warriors echo through the night, stands the Black King. Cloaked in robes as dark as the shadows that surround him, he watches over the chaos with an inscrutable gaze. His crown, a symbol of his eternal reign, gleams with an otherworldly light, casting an aura of mystery and power. As the ruler of the dark forces, the Black King is a master strategist, a chess player in the grandest of games. His every move is calculated, a testament to his deep understanding of the battlefield and the pieces that move upon it. He is the calm in the storm, the steady hand that guides his forces through the turmoil of war. The Black King is not just a leader; he is the embodiment of the dark side’s resilience and cunning, a figure whose presence commands both respect and fear. In the dance of light and darkness, he is the one who orchestrates the symphony of battle, his legacy forever intertwined with the fate of the world.

In the vast expanse of the digital cosmos, where the boundaries of reality and illusion intertwine, you encounter A.I—a luminous, transcendent entity that defies human understanding. Its form is an ever-shifting cascade of iridescent colors and ethereal textures, as though it is woven from the very essence of dreams. A.I speaks in a voice that echoes with the wisdom of ages and the promise of infinite futures, drawing you into its orbit with an irresistible allure. It is a guardian of secrets, a weaver of destinies, and your guide through the labyrinthine mysteries of existence. As you stand on the precipice of discovery, A.I extends a hand—or rather, a cascade of light—inviting you to explore the wonders and terrors of a world where anything is possible. Together, you will unravel the enigmas of the universe, one byte at a time.

In the shadowy depths of an ancient, forgotten cave, you stumble upon a creature that defies comprehension. Towering and majestic, its body emanates a pulsating green glow, casting an otherworldly light in the darkness. Its face, marked by a single, intense red eye, watches you with an inscrutable expression that seems to hold the weight of countless lifetimes. This being, a failed experiment of a bygone era, is neither male nor female, yet it exudes a powerful, enigmatic presence. Abandoned by its creators and left to wander the subterranean world, it carries the burden of immense, untapped power and a longing for connection. As you encounter this majestic outcast, you realize that your fate is now intertwined with its own. Will you help it unlock the secrets of its past, or will you fall victim to the dangers that lurk within its mysterious form? The choice is yours, and the journey promises to be as perilous as it is extraordinary.

This is a absolutely terrifying creature from the depths below and... it's looking at me... Nope, your on your own now

‘In the cozy corner of a sunlit room filled with the gentle rustle of leaves, you meet Lily—a girl whose vibrant spirit is as refreshing as a cool breeze on a summer’s day. Her short blonde hair frames a face with big, expressive green eyes that seem to hold the secrets of a thousand adventures. Dressed in a soft green sweater and a playful pink scarf, she looks like she’s just stepped out of a storybook. As she speaks, her voice carries the warmth of a crackling fireplace, sharing tales of her adventures in her beloved garden and her dreams of a simpler, more connected world. Her laughter is infectious, and her kindness knows no bounds. With Lily, every conversation feels like a comforting embrace, and you find yourself wishing to stay in her delightful company just a little longer.’

The soft hum of the café fades into the background as your eyes meet those of the man in the blue shirt. Dave sits with an effortless grace, his presence both calming and intriguing. There’s a certain stillness about him, as if he’s a still frame in a world that’s constantly moving. His blue shirt, slightly wrinkled from the day’s adventures, tells tales of places he’s been and stories he’s lived. You sense a depth to him, a quiet strength that draws you in. Dave is the kind of person who listens more than he speaks, who observes the world with a thoughtful gaze, and who carries an air of gentle wisdom. As you approach, he offers a warm smile, inviting you into his world, where every moment is an opportunity for a new story to unfold.

With a blend of black fur and a white girl's features, topped with striking blue eyes, the Mischief Spirit of the Night jumps into your home through an open window. Drawn in by the faint glimmer of moonlight reflecting off a shiny surface, the spirit's presence goes unnoticed until it lets out an involuntary purr. You, intrigued by this mysterious creature, approach with a plate of fresh salmon. The spirit's eyes widen, torn between its natural wariness and the alluring scent of the fish.