Our Stump Means Death [OPEN]
Posted: Sat Dec 14, 2024 6:39 am
anemosagkelos wrote:First Pick
Astoria wrote:Second Pick
lilacfishie wrote:Third Pick
Congrats winners! Please post your preferences : Drexcorvus wrote:Fourth Pick
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Our Stump Means Death [OPEN]
Posted: Sat Dec 14, 2024 9:05 am
Blue zik, rainbow spectral turtle
Our Stump Means Death [OPEN]
Posted: Sat Dec 14, 2024 11:11 am
Light red totoma, dark red totoma, pink sharkfish
Our Stump Means Death [OPEN]
Posted: Sat Dec 14, 2024 11:14 am
Blue zikwa, please!
Our Stump Means Death [OPEN]
Posted: Sat Dec 14, 2024 11:27 am
eeeee ty Yuki!!!
1. gray/white shark fat fish
2. turquoise swoopy shark fat fish
3. brown/pink shark fat fish
4. christmas lights cheetah
1. gray/white shark fat fish
2. turquoise swoopy shark fat fish
3. brown/pink shark fat fish
4. christmas lights cheetah
Our Stump Means Death [OPEN]
Posted: Sat Dec 14, 2024 11:51 am
anemosagkelos wrote:
Astoria wrote:
lilacfishie wrote:
Here you go! The totoma is part of a breeding, so just send me a name when you have one : Drexcorvus wrote:
Our Stump Means Death [OPEN]
Posted: Sat Dec 14, 2024 12:33 pm
You spend the week eyeing the sun that has been stuck at the edge of the horizon and adjusting to the dark purple sky and swirling clouds. But, suddenly, the sun is gone and gone are the purple and blue hues. Suddenly everything is dark and black and stark white. Everything is wrong. You can barely see in front of you and what you do see... it can't be right. Shadows dance around the Stump. The water is eerily still. There is no wind, only whispers. The crew seem... different, but they are still happy to give you tasks... for now.
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Our Stump Means Death [OPEN]
Posted: Sat Dec 14, 2024 12:58 pm
CATCH OF THE DAY
Fight Risk thought she was happy to finally catch something quiet. Nope. It, instead, reeked.
Fight Risk thought she was happy to finally catch something quiet. Nope. It, instead, reeked.
20. You get a fish that emits a foul odor and stinks up the whole Stump.
Our Stump Means Death [OPEN]
Posted: Sat Dec 14, 2024 4:25 pm
CATCH OF THE DAY
43. You pull up a beautifully preserved flower that seems to glow softly. It carries the scent of blood and ash.
43. You pull up a beautifully preserved flower that seems to glow softly. It carries the scent of blood and ash.
Our Stump Means Death [OPEN]
Posted: Sat Dec 14, 2024 9:57 pm
CATCH OF THE DAY 
The line goes taut and tugs you forward with immense strength. The fishing rod is pulled from your grasp and goes crashing into the water. Tricks sighs and gives you a judgmental side-eye.
Flounder was feeling nervous. Normally she loved the ocean, whether it was by the beach, or, she supposed, floating on a stump, but this place was weird. Not that she was going to say anything. That would be horribly rude. She had arrived with a splash and had been pulled on board, saved, maybe. She was a pretty good swimmer, she could probably just dive right in and swim away. Except the waves looked horribly dark.
So instead she got to work. She was used to being told what to do. Subservience came naturally.
She picked up a rod, with hands? Oh, she had those now. And cast the line.
It took some time, as darkness rolled hazily along the deck but soon there was a tug.
But whatever was on the other end was surprisingly strong. Almost immediately the rod was ripped from her grip, disappearing into the deep. She stared after it for a while. Yeah, maybe she would just stay on the stump for a while.
The line goes taut and tugs you forward with immense strength. The fishing rod is pulled from your grasp and goes crashing into the water. Tricks sighs and gives you a judgmental side-eye.
Flounder was feeling nervous. Normally she loved the ocean, whether it was by the beach, or, she supposed, floating on a stump, but this place was weird. Not that she was going to say anything. That would be horribly rude. She had arrived with a splash and had been pulled on board, saved, maybe. She was a pretty good swimmer, she could probably just dive right in and swim away. Except the waves looked horribly dark.
So instead she got to work. She was used to being told what to do. Subservience came naturally.
She picked up a rod, with hands? Oh, she had those now. And cast the line.
It took some time, as darkness rolled hazily along the deck but soon there was a tug.
But whatever was on the other end was surprisingly strong. Almost immediately the rod was ripped from her grip, disappearing into the deep. She stared after it for a while. Yeah, maybe she would just stay on the stump for a while.
Our Stump Means Death [OPEN]
Posted: Sun Dec 15, 2024 7:43 pm
CATCH OF THE DAY
14. You reel in a fish that burps rainbow-colored bubbles.
14. You reel in a fish that burps rainbow-colored bubbles.
Our Stump Means Death [OPEN]
Posted: Mon Dec 16, 2024 1:38 am
CATCH OF THE DAY
43. You pull up a beautifully preserved flower that seems to glow softly. It carries the scent of blood and ash.
Hidden Beauty looks at her hook and the flower that’s on it. She shrugs and manages to tuck it in her hair next to her ear. The smell doesn’t bother her, all things considered. The current situation on the stump is more troubling..Our Stump Means Death [OPEN]
Posted: Mon Dec 16, 2024 2:01 am
THIS IS MY NEW BEST FRIEND
My friend's name is Sad.
They are Sad and Depressed.
They like darkness and blood. They don't like light.
It wasn’t Fishscale anymore. The darkness that surrounded them had changed it. It wanted to be called Sad now, so that’s wha Hidden Beauty called it. She didn’t ask where the blood came from. She wasn’t sure she wanted to know. She just knew there was more on it than had been there a week ago. And the colors… they’d greyed out a bit. No bright scales for eyes and mouth, dull bits of seaweed for it’s hair. And the scales had even shifted on it. She hadn’t moved them. She’d just woken up that day (well couldn’t hardly call it day as they couldn’t tell anymore, but she guessed she’d call it that for want of a better word) and the scales had changed position.
My friend's name is Sad.
They are Sad and Depressed.
They like darkness and blood. They don't like light.
It wasn’t Fishscale anymore. The darkness that surrounded them had changed it. It wanted to be called Sad now, so that’s wha Hidden Beauty called it. She didn’t ask where the blood came from. She wasn’t sure she wanted to know. She just knew there was more on it than had been there a week ago. And the colors… they’d greyed out a bit. No bright scales for eyes and mouth, dull bits of seaweed for it’s hair. And the scales had even shifted on it. She hadn’t moved them. She’d just woken up that day (well couldn’t hardly call it day as they couldn’t tell anymore, but she guessed she’d call it that for want of a better word) and the scales had changed position.
Our Stump Means Death [OPEN]
Posted: Mon Dec 16, 2024 2:05 am
CATCH OF THE DAY
"Well, at least that's familiar." Sould Out of Time whispered to herself.
21. You pull up a creature that resembles a tiny, twisted version of a crab. It clicks menacingly before scuttling away.
"Well, at least that's familiar." Sould Out of Time whispered to herself.
Our Stump Means Death [OPEN]
Posted: Mon Dec 16, 2024 2:07 am
LOGS OF VENGEANCE
The face of my foe:
The face of my foe: