I . LISA FRANK'S LSD FUN HOUSE A ⬤ WHAP!!!! The sound of a meaty hand meeting flesh echoes across the landscape of the moon. It's followed by a booming, almost jovial "Take that, you pesky mosquito!!" Reinhardt looks pretty damn proud of himself. Did he actually crush the crystal creature? It's highly unlikely. Mostly because of the strange runes dancing on the considerable amount of flesh he has.
The man is imaginative, nigh delusional as it is. Now, he's worse. So much worse. And he's turning his single eye upon you. He stance is friendly for the moment. "Halt! I am the guardian of this fortress." He means the little mound of rocks behind him. "Be you friend or foe! A friend may pass but a foe will taste justice!"
B ⬤ [The stallion gallops across the moon and Reinhardt stands there, jaw dropped. There are actually tears in his eye. The old pinches himself and then turns to you.
There's a brilliant unbridled joy on his face. It's like he's seen the most amazing thing in the world.]
Please. Please tell me you see him too...
CAMP NOWHERE D ⬤ Dear God anything but this. Those that pass by the cavern are in for an unpleasant surprise. It is very deep, very energetic and very very tone deaf. Inside, Reinhardt has already skipped past the time tapping and gone straight to Car Karaoke. It's ear bleedingly loud and three times as awful.
But he seems to be having the time of his life, singing to the music while he prepares a fire for the night. Luckily, he'll stop singing long enough to welcome anyone who needs it to his little fire.
INTERSTELLAR ACTION FORCE ASSEMBLE G ⬤ Reinhardt just sort of stares at the bunk bed like it's personally insulted everything he's ever cared for in his life. He stoops already so not to knock his head on the door jam, but this is beyond reasonable.
He's well over seven feet tall and every inch of him is muscle. He likely weights more than the tiny bed. He frowns deeper and then sighs. "Would you mind if I just took one of the blankets. You can have the bed to yourself."
H ⬤ It's basically impossible to embarrass Reinhardt. He shamelessly answers the questions. If fact, it's hard to keep him on topic! The man gleefully rambles about this adventure or that. "That's right. I'm 61!! But I don't feel a day over 40. Just this last week my squire and I were in Dusseldorf. There had been bandits on the roads. And of course she and I had to go and take care of them!" And he's off again.
▶ WILDCARD - CORDIS The large man is rather easy to spot. He sits, barely fitting in a chair inside an all you can eat buffet. He's simply starving. It's always taken a lot to keep his huge body going. Age hasn't slowed down his metabolism any. He's got a mountain of food on his plate. Yet he's still hungry after he finishes. He goes for another and another. Nothing seems to help. He doesn't yet understand why. He doesn't yet know that it's not really food he needs.
So he sits and he eats, unaware of how he fills the place with pheromones. Equally not really noticing yet the absolutely tiny wings sitting on his thickly muscled back. They're small and as white as his hair. It almost looks like someone stuck a toddler's pageant wings on him.
They fluff just a bit and he's happy to scoot over. "Come my friend!! Join me!! There's plenty to go around!!"
Reinhardt Wilhelm | Overwatch | OTA
A ⬤
WHAP!!!! The sound of a meaty hand meeting flesh echoes across the landscape of the moon. It's followed by a booming, almost jovial "Take that, you pesky mosquito!!" Reinhardt looks pretty damn proud of himself. Did he actually crush the crystal creature? It's highly unlikely. Mostly because of the strange runes dancing on the considerable amount of flesh he has.
The man is imaginative, nigh delusional as it is. Now, he's worse. So much worse. And he's turning his single eye upon you. He stance is friendly for the moment. "Halt! I am the guardian of this fortress." He means the little mound of rocks behind him. "Be you friend or foe! A friend may pass but a foe will taste justice!"
B ⬤
[The stallion gallops across the moon and Reinhardt stands there, jaw dropped. There are actually tears in his eye. The old pinches himself and then turns to you.
There's a brilliant unbridled joy on his face. It's like he's seen the most amazing thing in the world.]
Please. Please tell me you see him too...
CAMP NOWHERE
D ⬤
Dear God anything but this. Those that pass by the cavern are in for an unpleasant surprise. It is very deep, very energetic and very very tone deaf. Inside, Reinhardt has already skipped past the time tapping and gone straight to Car Karaoke. It's ear bleedingly loud and three times as awful.
But he seems to be having the time of his life, singing to the music while he prepares a fire for the night. Luckily, he'll stop singing long enough to welcome anyone who needs it to his little fire.
INTERSTELLAR ACTION FORCE ASSEMBLE
G ⬤
Reinhardt just sort of stares at the bunk bed like it's personally insulted everything he's ever cared for in his life. He stoops already so not to knock his head on the door jam, but this is beyond reasonable.
He's well over seven feet tall and every inch of him is muscle. He likely weights more than the tiny bed. He frowns deeper and then sighs. "Would you mind if I just took one of the blankets. You can have the bed to yourself."
H ⬤
It's basically impossible to embarrass Reinhardt. He shamelessly answers the questions. If fact, it's hard to keep him on topic! The man gleefully rambles about this adventure or that. "That's right. I'm 61!! But I don't feel a day over 40. Just this last week my squire and I were in Dusseldorf. There had been bandits on the roads. And of course she and I had to go and take care of them!" And he's off again.
▶ WILDCARD - CORDIS
The large man is rather easy to spot. He sits, barely fitting in a chair inside an all you can eat buffet. He's simply starving. It's always taken a lot to keep his huge body going. Age hasn't slowed down his metabolism any. He's got a mountain of food on his plate. Yet he's still hungry after he finishes. He goes for another and another. Nothing seems to help. He doesn't yet understand why. He doesn't yet know that it's not really food he needs.
So he sits and he eats, unaware of how he fills the place with pheromones. Equally not really noticing yet the absolutely tiny wings sitting on his thickly muscled back. They're small and as white as his hair. It almost looks like someone stuck a toddler's pageant wings on him.
They fluff just a bit and he's happy to scoot over. "Come my friend!! Join me!! There's plenty to go around!!"