Fortybox
10-25-2020, 07:39 PM
These toys are ALL the rage this year. With the toy comes some fantastic perfume - it's the best:
You analyze your ebony toy doomicorn and sense that the item is largely free from merchant alteration restrictions.
The creator has also provided the following information:
This is an EzScripted item. Some alteration restrictions may apply. It has the following messaging:
hug
1st Person: You give your ebony toy doomicorn a warm hug. It glares at you and huffs, tiny swirls of smoke curling from its nostrils.
3rd Person: Biden gives his ebony toy doomicorn a warm hug. It glares and makes a muffled huffing noise as tiny swirls of smoke curl from its nostrils.
poke
1st Person: You jab a finger into your ebony toy doomicorn's squishy tummy. It rears back and stabs at you with its horn!
3rd Person: Biden jabs a finger into his ebony toy doomicorn's squishy tummy. It rears back and stabs at him with its horn!
tickle
1st Person: You tickle your ebony toy doomicorn behind its ear. You hear a strange sound, half giggle and half snort, before it turns to glare at you balefully.
3rd Person: Biden tickles his ebony toy doomicorn behind its ear. There's a strange sound, half giggle and half snort, before it turns to glare at Biden balefully.
raise
1st Person: You grip your ebony toy doomicorn tightly and thrust it high overhead! It bellows, rearing back as it belches out a gout of crimson flames! You think it might be angry.
3rd Person: Biden grips his ebony toy doomicorn tightly and thrusts it high overhead! It bellows, rearing back as it belches out a gout of crimson flames! It looks angry!
If there is a typo in the above messaging, please ASSIST and request a referral to speak to a GameMaster to fix it. DO NOT BUG or BUGITEM the doomicorn!
Try as you might, you cannot get a good sense of whether or not the doomicorn's pockets could get any deeper, but you can tell that the doomicorn is as light as it can get.
Perfume:
a glistening ebony glass bottle with a spiraled crimson horn stopper
You analyze your ebony glass bottle and sense that the item is largely free from merchant alteration restrictions.
The creator has also provided the following information:
This bottle is for perfume or cologne. Current verbs are: DRINK, MEASURE, POUR, and SMELL.
When applied, this perfume will produce the following scent.
First-person: You have about you a delectable aroma, its top note an infusion of spun sugar and vanilla, evocative of confectionery childhood fancy. But as fantasies fade with age, so too does this, darkening and crumbling away into a core of brimstone, its smoky redolence gritty and grey like the flame-scorched remains of the condemned. From the ashes struggles a sillage of moldering roses, a poignant allusion to the death of hope and the ruin of dreams.
Third-person: Biden has about him a delectable aroma, its top note an infusion of spun sugar and vanilla, evocative of confectionery childhood fancy. But as fantasies fade with age, so too does this, darkening and crumbling away into a core of brimstone, its smoky redolence gritty and grey like the flame-scorched remains of the condemned. From the ashes struggles a sillage of moldering roses, a poignant allusion to the death of hope and the ruin of dreams.
You get no sense of whether or not the bottle may be further lightened.
Quantities are limited, buy now! 20m
You analyze your ebony toy doomicorn and sense that the item is largely free from merchant alteration restrictions.
The creator has also provided the following information:
This is an EzScripted item. Some alteration restrictions may apply. It has the following messaging:
hug
1st Person: You give your ebony toy doomicorn a warm hug. It glares at you and huffs, tiny swirls of smoke curling from its nostrils.
3rd Person: Biden gives his ebony toy doomicorn a warm hug. It glares and makes a muffled huffing noise as tiny swirls of smoke curl from its nostrils.
poke
1st Person: You jab a finger into your ebony toy doomicorn's squishy tummy. It rears back and stabs at you with its horn!
3rd Person: Biden jabs a finger into his ebony toy doomicorn's squishy tummy. It rears back and stabs at him with its horn!
tickle
1st Person: You tickle your ebony toy doomicorn behind its ear. You hear a strange sound, half giggle and half snort, before it turns to glare at you balefully.
3rd Person: Biden tickles his ebony toy doomicorn behind its ear. There's a strange sound, half giggle and half snort, before it turns to glare at Biden balefully.
raise
1st Person: You grip your ebony toy doomicorn tightly and thrust it high overhead! It bellows, rearing back as it belches out a gout of crimson flames! You think it might be angry.
3rd Person: Biden grips his ebony toy doomicorn tightly and thrusts it high overhead! It bellows, rearing back as it belches out a gout of crimson flames! It looks angry!
If there is a typo in the above messaging, please ASSIST and request a referral to speak to a GameMaster to fix it. DO NOT BUG or BUGITEM the doomicorn!
Try as you might, you cannot get a good sense of whether or not the doomicorn's pockets could get any deeper, but you can tell that the doomicorn is as light as it can get.
Perfume:
a glistening ebony glass bottle with a spiraled crimson horn stopper
You analyze your ebony glass bottle and sense that the item is largely free from merchant alteration restrictions.
The creator has also provided the following information:
This bottle is for perfume or cologne. Current verbs are: DRINK, MEASURE, POUR, and SMELL.
When applied, this perfume will produce the following scent.
First-person: You have about you a delectable aroma, its top note an infusion of spun sugar and vanilla, evocative of confectionery childhood fancy. But as fantasies fade with age, so too does this, darkening and crumbling away into a core of brimstone, its smoky redolence gritty and grey like the flame-scorched remains of the condemned. From the ashes struggles a sillage of moldering roses, a poignant allusion to the death of hope and the ruin of dreams.
Third-person: Biden has about him a delectable aroma, its top note an infusion of spun sugar and vanilla, evocative of confectionery childhood fancy. But as fantasies fade with age, so too does this, darkening and crumbling away into a core of brimstone, its smoky redolence gritty and grey like the flame-scorched remains of the condemned. From the ashes struggles a sillage of moldering roses, a poignant allusion to the death of hope and the ruin of dreams.
You get no sense of whether or not the bottle may be further lightened.
Quantities are limited, buy now! 20m