[It doesn't matter if you saw this weirdo earlier in the Rocket base, or if this is the first time you've seen him, because there's little that can help someone ignore the, uh, scene he's making. First of all he's dressed in robes that would fit the Grim Reaper, that is, if the Grim Reaper's scythe was made out of....cardboard, and made very poorly.
Look, he lost his licorice and sugar scythe upon being brought here, but in an exchange he never asked for—nor would ever—he's gotten himself a body made of meat instead of dough. A spindly one too, what with him standing at around 6'4 and being more bone than muscle, he's pretty damn spidery! Though he's lost his dull-grey cookie color, he's garnered himself a tanned pallor, which isn't much better.
As for that scene? Well, his "scythe" is flopped over the crook of his arm, bent and clearly unable to hold up the "blade" with its pathetic snath. In his other arm (braced with the other hand for support), he has a very flummoxed Galarian Zigzagoon that he's apparently (?) wailing at and struggling to keep in his grasp. Meanwhile, a very agitated Noibat is at his heels, looking none too pleased about its trainer's bellyaching, chittering angrily as it does so.]
OH, SCHWARZWÄLDER!! What am I to DO!?
[The Zigzagoon, supposedly this Schwarzwälder, whines with confusion. Clearly he is not the bastion of wisdom that this odd man is seeking. Perhaps you might be? In all his whining, he isn't really paying any mind to those who are around him, or if he might bump them with his poor excuse for a gardening tool, let alone weapon. It's pretty clear from a glance that this guy is entirely wrapped up in his own theatrics.]
Licorice Cookie | Cookie Run Kingdom | OTA
[It doesn't matter if you saw this weirdo earlier in the Rocket base, or if this is the first time you've seen him, because there's little that can help someone ignore the, uh, scene he's making. First of all he's dressed in robes that would fit the Grim Reaper, that is, if the Grim Reaper's scythe was made out of....cardboard, and made very poorly.
Look, he lost his licorice and sugar scythe upon being brought here, but in an exchange he never asked for—nor would ever—he's gotten himself a body made of meat instead of dough. A spindly one too, what with him standing at around 6'4 and being more bone than muscle, he's pretty damn spidery! Though he's lost his dull-grey cookie color, he's garnered himself a tanned pallor, which isn't much better.
As for that scene? Well, his "scythe" is flopped over the crook of his arm, bent and clearly unable to hold up the "blade" with its pathetic snath. In his other arm (braced with the other hand for support), he has a very flummoxed Galarian Zigzagoon that he's apparently (?) wailing at and struggling to keep in his grasp. Meanwhile, a very agitated Noibat is at his heels, looking none too pleased about its trainer's bellyaching, chittering angrily as it does so.]
OH, SCHWARZWÄLDER!! What am I to DO!?
[The Zigzagoon, supposedly this Schwarzwälder, whines with confusion. Clearly he is not the bastion of wisdom that this odd man is seeking. Perhaps you might be? In all his whining, he isn't really paying any mind to those who are around him, or if he might bump them with his poor excuse for a gardening tool, let alone weapon. It's pretty clear from a glance that this guy is entirely wrapped up in his own theatrics.]