(Hello, for those of you that might remember me!) A youngish looking man with brown hair and bright blue eyes walks into the tavern, he wears silver gauntlets and a lightweight breastplate over a brown cloak. He looks a little scruffy and slightly scratched up. He looks around, smiles slightly and says: “Greetings! Um…I’d like to order a beer.”
(Hello!)
Gravedigger looks over
He sits up straight and waves at him with one hand on his hip smiling wildly. He turns away slightly to drink his beer. He calls out “Ello!”
"Hello"
(I'm guessing you hven't been on in a while?)
(Like 2 years, why, did I do something wrong?)
He looks awkwardly at him for a second…”Wh-what’s your name?”
(No)
"Gravedigger"
“Oh. That’s…a lovely title!” He gets up and walks over, “are you a regular here?”
"I am"
“You don’t seem like much of a talker. That’s fine.” He extends his hand. “I am called Lancelot, Doer of Courageously Stupid Deeds.”
"What stupid things have you done?"
“Well one time I was fighting some guy that was trying to steal from me, and I told him to fight me fist on fist, so I put down my weapons and he grabbed em and stabbed me. Yeah, he was a bad egg.”
"Why would you want to fight him fist to fist?"
“Another stupid thing, I wanted a fair fight! He was only holding a little knife! What was I supposed to do, fight him with me king sword and shield when he’s got a little letter opener?” His body movement seems to imply that he thinks this is obvious.
"Yes"
“That’s like fighting a pile of dirt with some kind of magic shovel! We all know what’s gonna win, where’d the fun in that?”
(Hello, for those of you that might remember me!) A youngish looking man with brown hair and bright blue eyes walks into the tavern, he wears silver gauntlets and a lightweight breastplate over a brown cloak. He looks a little scruffy and slightly scratched up. He looks around, smiles slightly and says: “Greetings! Um…I’d like to order a beer.”
(Hello!)
Gravedigger looks over
He sits up straight and waves at him with one hand on his hip smiling wildly. He turns away slightly to drink his beer. He calls out “Ello!”
"Hello"
(I'm guessing you hven't been on in a while?)
(Like 2 years, why, did I do something wrong?)
He looks awkwardly at him for a second…”Wh-what’s your name?”
(No)
"Gravedigger"
“Oh. That’s…a lovely title!” He gets up and walks over, “are you a regular here?”
"I am"
“You don’t seem like much of a talker. That’s fine.” He extends his hand. “I am called Lancelot, Doer of Courageously Stupid Deeds.”
"What stupid things have you done?"
“Well one time I was fighting some guy that was trying to steal from me, and I told him to fight me fist on fist, so I put down my weapons and he grabbed em and stabbed me. Yeah, he was a bad egg.”
"Why would you want to fight him fist to fist?"
“Another stupid thing, I wanted a fair fight! He was only holding a little knife! What was I supposed to do, fight him with me king sword and shield when he’s got a little letter opener?” His body movement seems to imply that he thinks this is obvious.
"Yes"
“That’s like fighting a pile of dirt with some kind of magic shovel! We all know what’s gonna win, where’d the fun in that?”
"It's not supposed to be fun"
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I won't be grain of sand Slippin' down the hour glass Watchin' every minute fall through I will pay the price Never satisfied, I'm never gonna be refused
(Hello, for those of you that might remember me!) A youngish looking man with brown hair and bright blue eyes walks into the tavern, he wears silver gauntlets and a lightweight breastplate over a brown cloak. He looks a little scruffy and slightly scratched up. He looks around, smiles slightly and says: “Greetings! Um…I’d like to order a beer.”
(Hello!)
Gravedigger looks over
He sits up straight and waves at him with one hand on his hip smiling wildly. He turns away slightly to drink his beer. He calls out “Ello!”
"Hello"
(I'm guessing you hven't been on in a while?)
(Like 2 years, why, did I do something wrong?)
He looks awkwardly at him for a second…”Wh-what’s your name?”
(No)
"Gravedigger"
“Oh. That’s…a lovely title!” He gets up and walks over, “are you a regular here?”
"I am"
“You don’t seem like much of a talker. That’s fine.” He extends his hand. “I am called Lancelot, Doer of Courageously Stupid Deeds.”
"What stupid things have you done?"
“Well one time I was fighting some guy that was trying to steal from me, and I told him to fight me fist on fist, so I put down my weapons and he grabbed em and stabbed me. Yeah, he was a bad egg.”
"Why would you want to fight him fist to fist?"
“Another stupid thing, I wanted a fair fight! He was only holding a little knife! What was I supposed to do, fight him with me king sword and shield when he’s got a little letter opener?” His body movement seems to imply that he thinks this is obvious.
"Yes"
“That’s like fighting a pile of dirt with some kind of magic shovel! We all know what’s gonna win, where’d the fun in that?”
(Hello, for those of you that might remember me!) A youngish looking man with brown hair and bright blue eyes walks into the tavern, he wears silver gauntlets and a lightweight breastplate over a brown cloak. He looks a little scruffy and slightly scratched up. He looks around, smiles slightly and says: “Greetings! Um…I’d like to order a beer.”
(Hello!)
Gravedigger looks over
He sits up straight and waves at him with one hand on his hip smiling wildly. He turns away slightly to drink his beer. He calls out “Ello!”
"Hello"
(I'm guessing you hven't been on in a while?)
(Like 2 years, why, did I do something wrong?)
He looks awkwardly at him for a second…”Wh-what’s your name?”
(No)
"Gravedigger"
“Oh. That’s…a lovely title!” He gets up and walks over, “are you a regular here?”
"I am"
“You don’t seem like much of a talker. That’s fine.” He extends his hand. “I am called Lancelot, Doer of Courageously Stupid Deeds.”
"What stupid things have you done?"
“Well one time I was fighting some guy that was trying to steal from me, and I told him to fight me fist on fist, so I put down my weapons and he grabbed em and stabbed me. Yeah, he was a bad egg.”
"Why would you want to fight him fist to fist?"
“Another stupid thing, I wanted a fair fight! He was only holding a little knife! What was I supposed to do, fight him with me king sword and shield when he’s got a little letter opener?” His body movement seems to imply that he thinks this is obvious.
"Yes"
“That’s like fighting a pile of dirt with some kind of magic shovel! We all know what’s gonna win, where’d the fun in that?”
"It's not supposed to be fun"
“Well then why do people fight, huh?”
"self defense, revenge, to cover an escape, etc"
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I won't be grain of sand Slippin' down the hour glass Watchin' every minute fall through I will pay the price Never satisfied, I'm never gonna be refused
(Hello, for those of you that might remember me!) A youngish looking man with brown hair and bright blue eyes walks into the tavern, he wears silver gauntlets and a lightweight breastplate over a brown cloak. He looks a little scruffy and slightly scratched up. He looks around, smiles slightly and says: “Greetings! Um…I’d like to order a beer.”
(Hello!)
Gravedigger looks over
He sits up straight and waves at him with one hand on his hip smiling wildly. He turns away slightly to drink his beer. He calls out “Ello!”
"Hello"
(I'm guessing you hven't been on in a while?)
(Like 2 years, why, did I do something wrong?)
He looks awkwardly at him for a second…”Wh-what’s your name?”
(No)
"Gravedigger"
“Oh. That’s…a lovely title!” He gets up and walks over, “are you a regular here?”
"I am"
“You don’t seem like much of a talker. That’s fine.” He extends his hand. “I am called Lancelot, Doer of Courageously Stupid Deeds.”
"What stupid things have you done?"
“Well one time I was fighting some guy that was trying to steal from me, and I told him to fight me fist on fist, so I put down my weapons and he grabbed em and stabbed me. Yeah, he was a bad egg.”
"Why would you want to fight him fist to fist?"
“Another stupid thing, I wanted a fair fight! He was only holding a little knife! What was I supposed to do, fight him with me king sword and shield when he’s got a little letter opener?” His body movement seems to imply that he thinks this is obvious.
"Yes"
“That’s like fighting a pile of dirt with some kind of magic shovel! We all know what’s gonna win, where’d the fun in that?”
(Hello, for those of you that might remember me!) A youngish looking man with brown hair and bright blue eyes walks into the tavern, he wears silver gauntlets and a lightweight breastplate over a brown cloak. He looks a little scruffy and slightly scratched up. He looks around, smiles slightly and says: “Greetings! Um…I’d like to order a beer.”
(Hello!)
Gravedigger looks over
He sits up straight and waves at him with one hand on his hip smiling wildly. He turns away slightly to drink his beer. He calls out “Ello!”
"Hello"
(I'm guessing you hven't been on in a while?)
(Like 2 years, why, did I do something wrong?)
He looks awkwardly at him for a second…”Wh-what’s your name?”
(No)
"Gravedigger"
“Oh. That’s…a lovely title!” He gets up and walks over, “are you a regular here?”
"I am"
“You don’t seem like much of a talker. That’s fine.” He extends his hand. “I am called Lancelot, Doer of Courageously Stupid Deeds.”
"What stupid things have you done?"
“Well one time I was fighting some guy that was trying to steal from me, and I told him to fight me fist on fist, so I put down my weapons and he grabbed em and stabbed me. Yeah, he was a bad egg.”
"Why would you want to fight him fist to fist?"
“Another stupid thing, I wanted a fair fight! He was only holding a little knife! What was I supposed to do, fight him with me king sword and shield when he’s got a little letter opener?” His body movement seems to imply that he thinks this is obvious.
"Yes"
“That’s like fighting a pile of dirt with some kind of magic shovel! We all know what’s gonna win, where’d the fun in that?”
"It's not supposed to be fun"
“Well then why do people fight, huh?”
"self defense, revenge, to cover an escape, etc"
“Interesting…have you ever lost a fight?”
"Yes"
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I won't be grain of sand Slippin' down the hour glass Watchin' every minute fall through I will pay the price Never satisfied, I'm never gonna be refused
(Hello, for those of you that might remember me!) A youngish looking man with brown hair and bright blue eyes walks into the tavern, he wears silver gauntlets and a lightweight breastplate over a brown cloak. He looks a little scruffy and slightly scratched up. He looks around, smiles slightly and says: “Greetings! Um…I’d like to order a beer.”
(Hello!)
Gravedigger looks over
He sits up straight and waves at him with one hand on his hip smiling wildly. He turns away slightly to drink his beer. He calls out “Ello!”
"Hello"
(I'm guessing you hven't been on in a while?)
(Like 2 years, why, did I do something wrong?)
He looks awkwardly at him for a second…”Wh-what’s your name?”
(No)
"Gravedigger"
“Oh. That’s…a lovely title!” He gets up and walks over, “are you a regular here?”
"I am"
“You don’t seem like much of a talker. That’s fine.” He extends his hand. “I am called Lancelot, Doer of Courageously Stupid Deeds.”
"What stupid things have you done?"
“Well one time I was fighting some guy that was trying to steal from me, and I told him to fight me fist on fist, so I put down my weapons and he grabbed em and stabbed me. Yeah, he was a bad egg.”
"Why would you want to fight him fist to fist?"
“Another stupid thing, I wanted a fair fight! He was only holding a little knife! What was I supposed to do, fight him with me king sword and shield when he’s got a little letter opener?” His body movement seems to imply that he thinks this is obvious.
"Yes"
“That’s like fighting a pile of dirt with some kind of magic shovel! We all know what’s gonna win, where’d the fun in that?”
"It's not supposed to be fun"
“Well then why do people fight, huh?”
"self defense, revenge, to cover an escape, etc"
“Interesting…have you ever lost a fight?”
"Yes"
“Oh really? You seem quite tough.” (Think we could cut this down a little? I’m on mobile)
I won't be grain of sand Slippin' down the hour glass Watchin' every minute fall through I will pay the price Never satisfied, I'm never gonna be refused
“Oh really? You seem quite tough.” (Think we could cut this down a little? I’m on mobile)
"I do?"
“I think you do, you’re tougher than this little kid throwin got garbage at me that’s for sure.”
"Thats true"
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I won't be grain of sand Slippin' down the hour glass Watchin' every minute fall through I will pay the price Never satisfied, I'm never gonna be refused
“That’s like fighting a pile of dirt with some kind of magic shovel! We all know what’s gonna win, where’d the fun in that?”
Back in black baby
"... The dirt, strangely enough." Kinsley says while passing by
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Snowfell be brooding
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He throw a a piece of trash at him and continues the conversation
Back in black baby
"It's not supposed to be fun"
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I won't be grain of sand
Slippin' down the hour glass
Watchin' every minute fall through
I will pay the price
Never satisfied, I'm never gonna be refused
"Hey, no, I'm serious!" they pick up the trash, set it on fire, then throw it back at him
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o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
He catches it, and the. Realizes that his hand is on fire and waves it around whilst screaming
Back in black baby
“Well then why do people fight, huh?”
Back in black baby
"self defense, revenge, to cover an escape, etc"
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I won't be grain of sand
Slippin' down the hour glass
Watchin' every minute fall through
I will pay the price
Never satisfied, I'm never gonna be refused
Laughs and walks away
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(\_/)
( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
“Oi! You forgot your hot trash! Oh wait, your wearing it!”
Back in black baby
“Interesting…have you ever lost a fight?”
Back in black baby
"Yes"
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I won't be grain of sand
Slippin' down the hour glass
Watchin' every minute fall through
I will pay the price
Never satisfied, I'm never gonna be refused
“Oh really? You seem quite tough.” (Think we could cut this down a little? I’m on mobile)
Back in black baby
Looks down at their sweater and jeans, "Well, if you can't tell the difference between trash and fashion, certainly explains what you're wearing."
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( u u)
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"I do?"
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I won't be grain of sand
Slippin' down the hour glass
Watchin' every minute fall through
I will pay the price
Never satisfied, I'm never gonna be refused
“At least I didn’t choose to wear these clothes, besides, that’s probably all you can afford anyway.” He flicks the trash at him and turns away
Back in black baby
“I think you do, you’re tougher than this little kid throwin got garbage at me that’s for sure.”
Back in black baby
"Thats true"
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I won't be grain of sand
Slippin' down the hour glass
Watchin' every minute fall through
I will pay the price
Never satisfied, I'm never gonna be refused
"..." Kinsley takes out a notepad clearly labeled 'People Who Deserve It', "Hey, idiot who likes insulting random strangers, what's your name?"
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