Schedule

Little Guy’s Name

  • Austen

    Votes: 1 16.7%
  • Charlie

    Votes: 3 50.0%
  • Lil

    Votes: 2 33.3%
  • Little Guy

    Votes: 3 50.0%

  • Total voters
    6
  • This poll will close: .

HedgehogIII

Farmer
This is a little guy IMG_1011.jpeg, and their life has been put into your hands. One post symbolizes a day going by, and the events of that day happen in that post. The goal is to make sure the lore is easily understood within a few minutes, so please do not spam “Day goes by: they drink coffee” over and over, it doesn’t have to be a long description and, not all of them have to be super exciting, but it must advance, add to, or at least keep on track of an established “plot”. Lore of the plot, character(s), or setting can be made up on a whim as long as it fits with past story elements. After 50 posts, a year goes by and our friend evolves physically in a way chosen by the poster who hit the 50 mark. This evolution turns this little guy from human to whatever abomination cute friend you create. It could involve adding large fangs, longer legs, smaller eyes, etc, and will be represented by a change in the drawing. For the name of the little guy, I have posted a poll with a few names created by me, but you may ask for me to add options (not to many though). You get two monthes to decide on a name before the name in fully added. If needed, I can change the name, but only if it’s agreed on by most of the voters. If you have any questions, feel free to ask, and I’ll answer to the best of my ability. So, first day:

The little guy wake up to the morning sun of Rochdale, sensing a good day ahead. A craft fair was coming to town that day, and they were sure to find some sort of trinket that seemed interesting to them. They rode into the bustling city, seeing traveling merchants with jarred oddities and magical insects, and local vendors with paper crafts or jewelry. The fair would be in town for a few days, so they wanted to buy at least a few odds and ends. They followed the line of vendors, past earrings and bookstores, until the crowd thinned out. Until something caught their eye. One stand far out from the rest of them, empty. Fully stocked, but empty. They approached, into the alleyway “Hello?”. Thunk. They were knocked out.
 
This is a little guy View attachment 37855, and their life has been put into your hands. One post symbolizes a day going by, and the events of that day happen in that post. The goal is to make sure the lore is easily understood within a few minutes, so please do not spam “Day goes by: they drink coffee” over and over, it doesn’t have to be a long description and, not all of them have to be super exciting, but it must advance, add to, or at least keep on track of an established “plot”. Lore of the plot, character(s), or setting can be made up on a whim as long as it fits with past story elements. After 50 posts, a year goes by and our friend evolves physically in a way chosen by the poster who hit the 50 mark. This evolution turns this little guy from human to whatever abomination cute friend you create. It could involve adding large fangs, longer legs, smaller eyes, etc, and will be represented by a change in the drawing. For the name of the little guy, I have posted a poll with a few names created by me, but you may ask for me to add options (not to many though). You get two monthes to decide on a name before the name in fully added. If needed, I can change the name, but only if it’s agreed on by most of the voters. If you have any questions, feel free to ask, and I’ll answer to the best of my ability. So, first day:

The little guy wake up to the morning sun of Rochdale, sensing a good day ahead. A craft fair was coming to town that day, and they were sure to find some sort of trinket that seemed interesting to them. They rode into the bustling city, seeing traveling merchants with jarred oddities and magical insects, and local vendors with paper crafts or jewelry. The fair would be in town for a few days, so they wanted to buy at least a few odds and ends. They followed the line of vendors, past earrings and bookstores, until the crowd thinned out. Until something caught their eye. One stand far out from the rest of them, empty. Fully stocked, but empty. They approached, into the alleyway “Hello?”. Thunk. They were knocked out.
(May I say his name should remain the lil' guy?)
 
The little guy wake up to the morning sun of Rochdale, sensing a good day ahead. A craft fair was coming to town that day, and they were sure to find some sort of trinket that seemed interesting to them. They rode into the bustling city, seeing traveling merchants with jarred oddities and magical insects, and local vendors with paper crafts or jewelry. The fair would be in town for a few days, so they wanted to buy at least a few odds and ends. They followed the line of vendors, past earrings and bookstores, until the crowd thinned out. Until something caught their eye. One stand far out from the rest of them, empty. Fully stocked, but empty. They approached, into the alleyway “Hello?”. Thunk. They were knocked out.
The little guy wakes up, sore in various places but otherwise (as far as they know) unharmed. "Oh, you're finally awake!! I-I'm so sorry! Uh-!" Someone is standing over them, eyes wide with concern. "I didn't mean to. I thought if I set up my stand far away enough this wouldn't happen-" They stop and sigh, seemingly exasperated with themselves, and mutter something about "stupid anxiety magic..." under their breath.
"Sorry, you probably have no idea what's happening," the mystery person says. "I-I'll go make you some soup, maybe. Yeah!" They start to walk away then stop suddenly. "Wait, do you like soup? You might not like soup- No, soup is healthy, you need soup. Ok, I'm making soup!" They finally march off into another room to make soup.
The blankets are too soft and comfortable for the little guy to want to leave, plus they're really hungry, so they stay and wait for the soup. They make a potential new friend, but when they go outside they realize they're someplace they've never been before.
 
The little guy wakes up, sore in various places but otherwise (as far as they know) unharmed. "Oh, you're finally awake!! I-I'm so sorry! Uh-!" Someone is standing over them, eyes wide with concern. "I didn't mean to. I thought if I set up my stand far away enough this wouldn't happen-" They stop and sigh, seemingly exasperated with themselves, and mutter something about "stupid anxiety magic..." under their breath.
"Sorry, you probably have no idea what's happening," the mystery person says. "I-I'll go make you some soup, maybe. Yeah!" They start to walk away then stop suddenly. "Wait, do you like soup? You might not like soup- No, soup is healthy, you need soup. Ok, I'm making soup!" They finally march off into another room to make soup.
The blankets are too soft and comfortable for the little guy to want to leave, plus they're really hungry, so they stay and wait for the soup. They make a potential new friend, but when they go outside they realize they're someplace they've never been before.
When the little guy wakes up for the morning (they stayed at the other person's house), an idea hits them. They could sell soup for three meals a day and start renting out their floor in sections of 6ft by 4ft! They start creating a business plan. Everyone loves soup!
 
Top