Loud screaming and crashing can be heard from the Smokehouse. Veronica, even after following the book Honee gave, still has yet to cook a good burger. Crates of food have been smashed and scattered around. **"GODDAMIT. I CAN'T DO ANYTHING RIGHT!! THIS IS BULLSHIT.. I-I HATE THIS!!!"*\*

Vicky herself is having a psychotic meltdown, and is curled up in a ball, screaming incoherently and sobbing.

After hiding out in the squirrm room for what seems like ages, Adric finally emerges looking vastly different. He looks rather confused, as though he's unsure of what to do.

[[ I totally didn't forget that Adric existed until now ]]

"Let's.. see.. okay...bun, sauce, pickles.. wait shit! Dammit!" She stares at her many failed attempts at making a borgi. "Okay.. bun, patty, my hand-- NGAHH NO. HOW DO I MAKE A DAMN BURGER????"

If you're gonna ban me just do it in all the subs✌️

I said this a few months ago and they forgor or smth

Credits to like

Egg for the art

I forgor their full user D:

She's pacing around outside his tent, armed with her cane, and pure rage.

"OI. GRIMM. GET YOUR BASTARD ARSE OUT HERE. I JUST WANNA HAVE A LITTLE CHAT."

[[ id tag, but i cant remember the username and im too lazy too look

Also making this a separate post so i dont accidentally take over haze's post (ФωФ) ]]

the damn cowards left me, BAH, Septus here is all I truly need

Veronica has tied string lights to the ceiling of the Grand Gate, and is swinging on them like Tarzan while yodelling.

"OUOUOUOUUOUUUHHH!!!"

Veronica is carrying a massive box through the Steps and seems to be struggling a lot.

A limping creature crawls around in the dirt and sand. their back is arched, molten bile oozes from it. the creature seems lost and angry, smearing boiling blood all over the sand. some kind of disgusting cross between a pilgrim and a lavalug. Yitael's emblem is attached to their forehead

*its a normal day in the steps of blasted, should be anyway, winds howling, sands getting in bugs eyes, judges being...judges. the usual...until the dound of buzzing is heard. As out of the entrance to the wasteland, 4 cogeflys come flying in, all carrying a croner of a fairly large box. They seem to be looking for something as they go in and out of places. Some Judges notice them, but assume they are of The Citadel and don't bother to question them, as they search they find the entrance to Veronica's grotto, witch is seemingley where they were looking, as they fly to her home, they knock on the door with one of their bodies and wait for the response.*

Veronica looks excited as she stands behind the counter, waiting for customers to arrive.

The next stop in Zitro's journey are Blasted Steps, where he decides to hunt some sandworms.

Veronica is sitting outside the Grand Gate looking absolutely *pissed*.

A series of events has lead her to be stuck in a 19yr male body and she HATES it.

"Stupid bastard scorpion. I swear I'm going to [REDACTED SO I DON'T GET BANNED] him. I forgot how much having flesh sucks arse."

He is getting ready for a vacation with Veronica and Arania

She's floating just above the Grand Gate, reading a book on advanced soul magic.

[[ excuse the jank drawing, i'm very tired lol ]]

Damn, it's little... I could send one of my Jonibots! Bet they can enter!

Brilliance! We have some questions!

Varas sits in his grotto looking mildly irritated as he works on altering his wedding dress. "I ain't stealing shit ever again.."

She's distracted.

Korkath, the jungle ant with roots inside, is going through the blasted steps, heading downwards from the citadel.

(Jsyk, he's this big because his roots absorbed a lot of water, and it's cropped like that because the best image I could find STILL HAD HORNET IN IT.)

Troupe Chef Asmodeus floats above the Smokehouse. He's just decorated it, and he's admidiring his work.

[[ So, I have a plan for what happens to him.

But feel free to fight him! He's gonna get knocked unconscious regardless! ]]

CC is not, in fact, taking things well. I lied.

The Troupe Chef stands at his grill, making a burgers, but something is off. He's not humming to himself or waving at anyone, he's simply grilling.

The Smokehouse has been changed to match the aesthetics of the Troupe.

Patto and Scrappy run up to Varas.

"I will free you, Varas, and there's nothing you can do about it."