Basic guide to Rendog nicknames:
1. Add “ie” sound [eg. Falsie, Scottie, Fruity]
2. Initials [eg. G (Grian), M (Martyn), MJ (Mumbo)]
3. Shortened name + “s” sound [eg. Shads (Lizzie), Littlewoods (Martyn), Sappers (Sapnap)]
4. Last name only [eg. Major (Scott), Bomb (HBomb)]
5. Mama / Daddy [eg. Hmama, Daddy G]
6. Random associations [eg. Fruityloops, Swedish Potato (Iskall)]
Have fun trying to come up with Rendog nicknames :)
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joe once told cleo nothing would free her from him being annoying. she laughed it off, but he proved himself right when she died and he went down to hell, punched the devil in the face, brought her home, and immediately started making puns about the whole experience.
Is he a Guardian angel? No, he doesn't really prevent ill fortune or warn her about anything, and "angelic" is far from the word Cleo would use to describe Joe's annoyingness. But is he one stubborn, unpredictable, stupid, beautiful force of nature? Yes. Absolutely. That is the Joe Hills Difference. Angels are overrated. Cleo wouldn't have it any other way.
- Mod Shade
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It wasn't the first time Iskall found Etho sitting in their shared base, staring at nothing, fidgeting with a slime ball as his mind worked through some problem or plan of genius or chaos.
Today though. Today was different.
There was a new tension in his shoulders. The slime ball was close to bursting in his hands. His brow was furrowed as he stared at the empty patch of flooring in front if him.
"You ok, dude?"
Etho blinked back to the present, shaking his head slightly as if to dislodge whatever thoughts had got stuck there.
"I'm fine," said Etho.
"You don't look fine," said Iskall, crossing his arms.
Etho hesitated for a second.
"I'm going back there," said Etho, looking back at the floor. The slime ball strained against its outer casing.
"Which one?" asked Iskall gently, grabbing his own chair.
"The one with the lives," said Etho.
Etho didn't talk about that place much. But Iskall had heard the night terrors. He saw how Etho flinched when he burned diorite. He knew how Etho avoided the others who'd been whisked away with him to that other world.
Whatever had happened between Season 7 and Season 8, it wasn't good.
"Do you have to go?" asked Iskall.
"I have to," Etho confirmed. "The time will come and I'll just... be there."
Iskall reached over and patted a hand on Etho's shoulder.
"Do you at least have somebody there who you can trust?" asked Iskall.
The slime ball popped, the green goo inside dripping out between Etho's fingers.
Iskall walked over to the storage room and grabbed another, silently passing it to Etho. He accepted it gratefully, wiping the old slime off on his pants.
"Bdubs will be there," said Etho, passing the new slime ball between his hands. "I've know him long enough, that... I'd like to think..."
"Well I'll be here when you get home," said Iskall kindly. "If you need to talk or anything."
"Thanks Iskall," Etho said, looking up with a sad smile in his eyes.
"Just if you do some retail therapy when you're back, please leave some diamonds for food," teased Iskall.
"Hey!" said Etho with a laugh. "I'm not that bad."
Iskall clapped him on the shoulder with a smile.
"Yes you are," he said. "Good thing I'm such a profitable businessman."
"Thanks Iskall," Etho said, eyes crinkling with a genuine smile.
"Your welcome, roomie," said Iskall.
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