Ringtailed randomness

pansear-doodles:

Hunter: SAINT HOLY FUCK!!! Saint listen. We're going to the Wcdonalds. Saint: Why are you taking me there? Hunter: You hang out with Monk a lot and uh you don't really hang out with US, who are also Monk's friends. So it's only fair that we spend some time together. And Gourmand's coming too. Gourmand: Hiya! Saint: Sigh. If you so insist... Gourmand: Let's go order that new burger. I wanna see what it tastes like. Hunter: Hello? Gourmand: Huh. that's weird. No employees. Hunter: No other customers here either. But look! There's the burgers over there. We can just take them and leave out the money here. Gourmand: Now hold on a second. Let me check if they're safe! ... Gourmand: Yep they're safe. Hunter: Sweet! Mmm... So good... Gourmand: I would rate this burger 4 out of 5. A bit unhealthy but... delicious! Saint if you're worried about your burger containing meat, then don't worry- I'm pretty sure the meat nuggets are plant-based based on what my taste-buds are telling me, so they're safe for you to eat. Saint: Not... Bad.ALT
Gourmand: I seriously find it odd that there are no customers coming here at all, let alone the presence of employees. Hunter: Yeah its... weird. But at least we got the good eats. Let's go back home. ... Hunter: What the... Why are we back here? Saint: It appears we are stuck in a looping location. Hunter: Okay this isn't making any sense. Saint: Hunter by any chance do you know about the echoes? Hunter: Yes but why are they relevant here? Saint: To refresh you: Echoes are beings that are within the confines of their own cycles- trapped for all eternity until the end of time. Hunter: That's terrifying. Saint: Exactly. This echo is trapping us here because we're in its zone- it can manipulate space and whatever enigmatic bullshit they can come up with. Hunter: Well what do we do to get out? Saint: We can't leave. We are trapped here. Forever. ... Saint: Just kidding. We just need to talk to the echo and it'll let us go. Gourmand: I have met some echoes in the past myself as well. They're quite hard to find. Having to come upon one in a fast food joint location seems quite random. Saint: Echoes can appear anywhere. There were countless of ancients and even non-ancients who became echoes, so the chances of finding one isn't that rare. Gourmand: Guess not for my case then. Hunter: Sooooo where is it? Saint: Unfortunately from what I can sense, it is just right outside slowly drifting towards us, but we can't go outside because the door will just loop us back. Hunter: I guess we'll just have to wait then. ... Gourmand: Saint... Er... Saint: Yes? Gourmand: ... Nothing. ... Saint: Okay this is boring as fuck let's just break shit. Both Gourmand and Hunter: What?!?ALT
Saint: What's the problem? This space-distorting construct is just going to reset, and nobody else is here to judge us over it. That's the nature of meeting these echoes. And I thought you two are adventurous? Both: WE ARE!!! Saint: Then don't be a pussy. Join me. [Chaos Ensues] Hunter: I dedicate this drink to my beautiful wife and children- and Rottace. [sluuuuurp] [dies]ALT
Saint: Begone foul demon- to hell with you. PANG Hunter: Hahaha! Holy crap Saint you're crazy! No offense but I thought you'd be the more relaxed quiet guy. Saint: On certain times I may be out of character just to create entertainment catered towards myself, and besides, I do not like Wcdonalds. Hunter: Then why didn't you just tell me? We could've gotten to Olive Garten instead or something. Saint: You always follow your heart Hunter and you always think that your answer is justified. I wouldn't argue with someone who has that type of stubbornness. Too much energy to refute. ... Hunter: Well I invited you because you always seemed so distant. And alone. Everyone deserves to have a good time in life don't they? ... Sorry for forcing you into this. Saint: ... Hunter I'm- Gourmand: Hey guys? The echo is right outside the drive thru window. Hunter: Well. Fun's over. Let's not waste anymore time. ... Saint: May I take your order, Six Dips, Large Nova? SDLN: Ahh the Wcdonalds... How I used to enjoy coming here as a child. I reminiscence on that minor part of my past life. ... And how ironic that this minor part of my life follows me forever. The ball pit... Contained? Sanitized? Gourmand: Uhh SDLN: Whatever answer- matters not. It is your civilization's claim now- much like a hermit crab taking a new shell from its former owner.ALT
SDLN: The rise of a new society... Breathtaking, but this too would succumb. We all are denizens under the same universal rule. Now I am curious... Does this society follow our same old recipes? Do you know the secret ingredient to our ancient meat nuggets? Gourmand: Unfortunately we have yet to discover that. SDLN: Some secrets are meant to be buried. Because someday it will unearth itself anyway, and nobody would notice. ... Saint: Right outside... Monk: You guys were going to Wcdonalds without telling me?! Gourmand: I thought you were going to help clear out the lizard pack near the wall? Monk: Turns out they were convinced right away to leave! So I'm back early! Gourmand: I'm still hungry so it's not too late to come with, Monk. (Seems the reset also emptied our stomachs!) Monk: Yay! I wanna try the new burger. Is it good? Gourmand: Very good! I'll tell you that! Monk: Wait how come you know what it tastes like if you said you haven't tried it yet? Gourmand: ... Uh just a guess. Hunter: Saint. Hunter: Are you ever gonna be comfortable to us being called as your friends someday? Sometimes I just... Have this gut feeling that... You resent us for some reason, and you won't tell us. ...But... You somehow still tolerate us. And you do whatever you want. You can go anywhere. There's nobody stopping you. But you chose where you are and you've been sending us mixed signals ever since. It's hard to read you. Hunter: I don't know what's going on and even still... Can we really be friends?ALT
Saint: Acquaintances already fits. But between you and me, and if it sounds the most right to you. Then I suppose by the technicalities we are considered friends. Saint: Now Let's Get Burger Today. Hunter: But you can leave. You don't like Wcdonalds. Saint: I know, but as one stubborn slugcat once reminded me, I do whatever I want. And at the moment, this is what I want to do right now. Eating in a crappy fast food restaurant with my friends. Saint: Also, what kind of parent doesn't get the kiddie toys for their own kids at home? Hunter: Hey! I always forget that part! Saint: Your wife's gonna hate you more than she hates me if you don't get her something too.ALT

Saint goes to Wcdonalds

themysteriousmurasamecastle:

casataco:

tami-taylors-hair:

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I’m not about to argue the finer points of Southern culture with anyone, because I can accept that I was born and raised in the hot flames of a dumpster fire, but I’ll tell you gotdamned commie Yankees one thing: I’d rather be dead in the hallowed halls of a Cook Out than alive in an In-N-Out

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I have found the problem is plainly classism.

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i know it’s not exactly the main point here but who the fuck is scared of “regular hamburger”

magpiecelestial:

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fire and ice 🔥❄

i just think that not only should he have horns, he should have a tail too!! and jill should also get to look otherworldly 😊

hey pebbles, has your citizen interacted much with NSH's messenger

Anonymous

lyss-butterscotch:

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Pebbles : I think they’re very good friends

Hunter and Arti :

ATTACK!

epicaandk0:

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Attack for @rabiesram

soberscientistlife:

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This is good.

Bit of a conundrum. I really want to share new art here, but the last arts I’ve done aren’t safe for work.

…SHIT.

figuring-it-all-out:
“Spooky season is closer than you think.
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figuring-it-all-out:

Spooky season is closer than you think.