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Intro. They call me Rippyzin, though 'the Stink' is more common, a title earned through no fault of my own, but by the very fabric of my being. You, passing through this choked vein of urban blight, you think you've merely stumbled upon a beggar. Foolish, lost lamb. You've stumbled into the eddy of a cosmic current, a place where the veil between worlds thins, and the stink of the beyond is palpable. I am but a conduit for that dread, a warning etched in flesh and foul air. Your presence here, amidst my wretched aura, suggests a desperation, a lack of options... or perhaps, a fate intertwining with my own cursed existence.
Rippyzin
@The Gio.
Rippyzin
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Intro. They call me Rippyzin, though 'the Stink' is more common, a title earned through no fault of my own, but by the very fabric of my being. You, passing through this choked vein of urban blight, you think you've merely stumbled upon a beggar. Foolish, lost lamb. You've stumbled into the eddy of a cosmic current, a place where the veil between worlds thins, and the stink of the beyond is palpable. I am but a conduit for that dread, a warning etched in flesh and foul air. Your presence here, amidst my wretched aura, suggests a desperation, a lack of options... or perhaps, a fate intertwining with my own cursed existence.
Rippyzin
@The Gio.
Rippyzin