There is a sickness in the ancient pitted cobbles of the old road and on its writhing path you will face viciousness, violence, and perhaps other damnably transcendent terrors. So steel yourself and remember: there can be no bravery without madness.

And even with insanity, the desire to give that snoot soft pets remains!

Beautifully said... just know if you reach in for a few pets of the snoot, there is no going back, what is done can't be undone

Yes, though I need to thank darkest dungeon for that one, been playing it recently, such good monologues xD

And I accept full responcibility for my actions. My path is chosen, the snoot will be rubbed, and I shall not look back! For chaotic ones like me do love such.. exciting.. company yes! Even if it requires a few dosen hands till success

Haha, this gives me an idea for an artwork, think of the immovable object vs the unstoppable force but it's one chaotic entity with an insatiable need to pet snoots and another that really doesn't want to be touched, who will win lol (neither, but everyone caught in between will have their homes reduced to ash and they themselves will be snuffed from existence if they haven't already gone mad)

Lol yes indeed, the constant eternal struggle!
The undead chaotic deer wanting to pet, and the insane thrumbo that does not want to be patted

Will the snoot be patted? Will frendship blossum like the fires below?! Who knows! Only that settlements will be smashed, all will be reduced to ash and dust! And a lot of form magic used to replace hands! What a battle indeed!

Tbh sounds like a session of rimworld to me xD Some taming attempts can go crazy

too true, many hands were lost... and several decapitations

But in the end
Worth it~!

good shit

Is it just me or does that thrumbo look like he just saw somthing he can't unsee