punctuation-bug-wizard

[punctuation-bug-wizard]

Alright, just climb onto the giant worm and we can get going.

(@punctuation-bug-wizard is aimlessly wandering around, calling Scribbler's name.)

[After a few minutes, Scribbler appears, looking very tired]

Hi, is everything ok?

[punctuation-bug-wizard]

No, no, if you don't think it's safe then you shouldn't. We should head home now, perhaps?

(@punctuation-bug-wizard is aimlessly wandering around, calling Scribbler's name.)

[After a few minutes, Scribbler appears, looking very tired]

Hi, is everything ok?

[punctuation-bug-wizard]

That's good. What is the Augur, or the Sacrifice, or the Judgement? Why have an existential crisis? Even if the vast majority of you comes from a fragment of them, you're still you. Your origin hardly matters, you are you.

I'll be sure to just. Chuck a letter into the sky at my earliest convenience then, I want to talk to these centipedes.

(@punctuation-bug-wizard is aimlessly wandering around, calling Scribbler's name.)

[After a few minutes, Scribbler appears, looking very tired]

Hi, is everything ok?

[punctuation-bug-wizard]

But we don't exist.

Oh- oh dear. You should rest I think.

A CENTIPEDE‽ Maybe I will like them then... How would I go about contacting the-

Oh my goodness, are you quite alright?

Do you need another chair? I feel like you should rest.

(@punctuation-bug-wizard is aimlessly wandering around, calling Scribbler's name.)

[After a few minutes, Scribbler appears, looking very tired]

Hi, is everything ok?

[punctuation-bug-wizard]

Free will is a myth and we already don't exist, it'll be fine. I don't want my bugs exploited for resources though, I'll avoid them.

Most of my flying bugs struggle to fly when it's raining, and whenever it snows that's even worse for them. Hell, it's almost time for me to start hibernating. And weather gods cause the rain.

(@punctuation-bug-wizard is aimlessly wandering around, calling Scribbler's name.)

[After a few minutes, Scribbler appears, looking very tired]

Hi, is everything ok?

[punctuation-bug-wizard]

I hate weather gods-

Oh. I know you told me not to talk to them, but I kind of want to. It can't be THAT bad, can it? And I'm aware this conversation took a while, don't worry. What sorts of weapons?

(@punctuation-bug-wizard is aimlessly wandering around, calling Scribbler's name.)

[After a few minutes, Scribbler appears, looking very tired]

Hi, is everything ok?

[punctuation-bug-wizard]

hey. is shrimp a bugs -REZ

Of course they are, I can turn into shrimps! Shrimps is bugs.

[punctuation-bug-wizard]

then i'll help you out! i'll vote for octavia too!

-🐞

Thank you, little beetle!

[punctuation-bug-wizard]

who are you voting for, beezlebub?

-🐞 (sending again since i accidentally sent off anon)

Octavia, because all my nightmares are about bugs dying and apparently he'll stop nightmares from happening.

[punctuation-bug-wizard]

Those who dwell in the sky? Odd. I wonder if they're the ones who keep causing all the weird weather. What sorts of things?

(@punctuation-bug-wizard is aimlessly wandering around, calling Scribbler's name.)

[After a few minutes, Scribbler appears, looking very tired]

Hi, is everything ok?

[punctuation-bug-wizard]

Oh, I'm glad! Your art is great, I love it. You're good at art. You should open up some kind of eldritch art museum one day perhaps.

(@punctuation-bug-wizard is aimlessly wandering around, calling Scribbler's name.)

[After a few minutes, Scribbler appears, looking very tired]

Hi, is everything ok?

[punctuation-bug-wizard]

Oh, thank you!

(Beelzebub picks up and stares at the picture intently, seemingly disregarding the pain.)

Why does it seem like an earwig? Why? How did you make this? Fascinating. I'll put this in a frame on my wall!

(Beelzebub rolls up and stuffs the picture into a satchel.)

It's good! It hurts a bit, but that just makes it more fun!

(@punctuation-bug-wizard is aimlessly wandering around, calling Scribbler's name.)

[After a few minutes, Scribbler appears, looking very tired]

Hi, is everything ok?

[punctuation-bug-wizard]

Why won't you be able-

GOOD HEAVENS!

Oh- okay then! Why wouldn't it be ok with me? If you feel like you need to sit down, sit down! Your health is important! Hang on.

(Beelzebub swings faer lantern, spraying smoke everywhere. When it clears a few seconds later, there is a small chair made of beeswax.)

Here!

(@punctuation-bug-wizard is aimlessly wandering around, calling Scribbler's name.)

[After a few minutes, Scribbler appears, looking very tired]

Hi, is everything ok?

[punctuation-bug-wizard]

Any bugs or arachnids! Possibly anything with an exoskeleton, I did absorb some krill that one time. My physical body can turn into anything I absorb, it has to be alive when I absorb it and if it's larger than I am then I struggle to transform, it's hard to get mass when you don't have it. Sometimes it hurts, not usually though! As long as the bug I assimilated can do something I can do it too, while transformed into it. Usually I'll transform into swarms, to match my current mass, but if I really need to I can force my entire being into an abnormally large fly or something.

Sleipnir ended up falling into a giant pitcher plant, I turned into locusts and devoured it but Sleipnir still got hurt. He'll be fine, he's just resting. You seem very tired, would you like to go home and sleep?

(@punctuation-bug-wizard is aimlessly wandering around, calling Scribbler's name.)

[After a few minutes, Scribbler appears, looking very tired]

Hi, is everything ok?

[punctuation-bug-wizard]

Oh. I'm not entirely sure what to say, I'm just glad you're not dead! Would you like any help with that stuff?

On the matter of locusts, I recently- or more accurately fifty or so years ago, came into possession of an ancient immortal locust that splits itself in half, cloning itself, every single time it eats a sufficient quantity of food. The clones of clones of clones of clones, and so forth, eventually gain the ability to eat any substance I've tried using on them. Naturally I immediately assimilated one into my being, allowing me to transform into them at will. Now no cage of physical matter can hold me now!

(@punctuation-bug-wizard is aimlessly wandering around, calling Scribbler's name.)

[After a few minutes, Scribbler appears, looking very tired]

Hi, is everything ok?

[punctuation-bug-wizard]

I've been good! Mostly! I've had to prevent a plague of locusts from wiping out every single farm in Exclamania, I've got a pet locust named Genghis capable of mitosis, but that's not too hard. How have you been?

(Beelzebub swings their "lantern" around, summoning a pair of huge worms to burrow out of the ground.)

We can ride those back home, Sleipnir's not been feeling well so I didn't take him here.

(@punctuation-bug-wizard is aimlessly wandering around, calling Scribbler's name.)

[After a few minutes, Scribbler appears, looking very tired]

Hi, is everything ok?

[punctuation-bug-wizard]

I built you a house! Or, more accurately, I got a swarm of assorted bugs to build it. Mining isopods are great. It's built partially underground, so the walls and ceiling are stone with a thin layer of wood enveloping them, and the doors are all early game wood. It's not far from my house, I can take you there if you want!

(@punctuation-bug-wizard is aimlessly wandering around, calling Scribbler's name.)

[After a few minutes, Scribbler appears, looking very tired]

Hi, is everything ok?