Theren has returned from his dungeon crawl. His right arm is missing, the bleeding stopped. He staggers up to the inn, mumbling to himself.
Thirteen follows behind him, looking quite battered as well. His flail is broken, his shadow is torn, and his light movements seem to indicate badly broken ribs.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Max is lying on the ground, staring up at the skies above. His fully dressed, including his black mask to cover his nose and mouth so as not to scare children or families. He has thrown up three times this morning, which isn't a good sign, but at the moment, he is trying to calm his stomach.
Samaritan kick-boxes a punching bag, and the archdevil lands brutal hits against it. He is dressed in a black tanktop, his inky black skin on display, his golden skull mask, and a pair of grey sweats.
Minnie is brewing some tea in the tavern kitchen, humming to herself happily. She is dressed in a honey-yellow dress, a brown jacket, and a pair of brown leather boots.
Phoenix is sitting inside reading a book and curled under a blanket.
Two twin sisters, both human, one a brunette, the other a blonde, come from the upstairs of the Inn. They both move in unison to sit in front of the fire, watching the flames crackle. They both have a vague resemblance of Sparrow.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Theren has returned from his dungeon crawl. His right arm is missing, the bleeding stopped. He staggers up to the inn, mumbling to himself.
Thirteen follows behind him, looking quite battered as well. His flail is broken, his shadow is torn, and his light movements seem to indicate badly broken ribs.
"That...was not as expected..."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*And I saw a great white throne, yet none was seated upon it. The songs of the chorus rang hollow through the halls of the almighty, and their cries and rejoicing were in vain. For they were blind to the fact of the emptiness of the kingdom of Heaven. Fruitlessly shall they ever do His work, and in time they shall bring greater suffering than that which dwells below.*
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Max is lying on the ground, staring up at the skies above. His fully dressed, including his black mask to cover his nose and mouth so as not to scare children or families. He has thrown up three times this morning, which isn't a good sign, but at the moment, he is trying to calm his stomach.
Samaritan kick-boxes a punching bag, and the archdevil lands brutal hits against it. He is dressed in a black tanktop, his inky black skin on display, his golden skull mask, and a pair of grey sweats.
Minnie is brewing some tea in the tavern kitchen, humming to herself happily. She is dressed in a honey-yellow dress, a brown jacket, and a pair of brown leather boots.
Theren staggers into the tavern, heading for the kitchen. His right arm is missing as he looks for a whiskey bottle.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Phoenix is sitting inside reading a book and curled under a blanket.
Two twin sisters, both human, one a brunette, the other a blonde, come from the upstairs of the Inn. They both move in unison to sit in front of the fire, watching the flames crackle. They both have a vague resemblance of Sparrow.
Phoenix watches them from the corner of his eye, still reading.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Max is lying on the ground, staring up at the skies above. His fully dressed, including his black mask to cover his nose and mouth so as not to scare children or families. He has thrown up three times this morning, which isn't a good sign, but at the moment, he is trying to calm his stomach.
Samaritan kick-boxes a punching bag, and the archdevil lands brutal hits against it. He is dressed in a black tanktop, his inky black skin on display, his golden skull mask, and a pair of grey sweats.
Tengen walks over and sits next to them. He doesn't say anything, he doesn't even look at them, simply staring up at the sky with them. He has decided to take his human form, though he does keep his black oni mask on, having separated it from his helmet.
Rag walks over and holds the bag for them. He nods respectfully at them as a form of hello, making sure to shift as Samaritan does to avoid being hit himself.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Max is lying on the ground, staring up at the skies above. His fully dressed, including his black mask to cover his nose and mouth so as not to scare children or families. He has thrown up three times this morning, which isn't a good sign, but at the moment, he is trying to calm his stomach.
Samaritan kick-boxes a punching bag, and the archdevil lands brutal hits against it. He is dressed in a black tanktop, his inky black skin on display, his golden skull mask, and a pair of grey sweats.
Minnie is brewing some tea in the tavern kitchen, humming to herself happily. She is dressed in a honey-yellow dress, a brown jacket, and a pair of brown leather boots.
Theren staggers into the tavern, heading for the kitchen. His right arm is missing as he looks for a whiskey bottle.
She looks up from her tea and runs over, picking up her skirts "Hells bells dear! What happened to ye?!"
Phoenix is sitting inside reading a book and curled under a blanket.
Two twin sisters, both human, one a brunette, the other a blonde, come from the upstairs of the Inn. They both move in unison to sit in front of the fire, watching the flames crackle. They both have a vague resemblance of Sparrow.
Phoenix watches them from the corner of his eye, still reading.
Both of them reach out to the fire, but upon touching only succeed in burning themselves, pulling their hands back. Despite being adults, they have the minds of children.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Max is lying on the ground, staring up at the skies above. His fully dressed, including his black mask to cover his nose and mouth so as not to scare children or families. He has thrown up three times this morning, which isn't a good sign, but at the moment, he is trying to calm his stomach.
Samaritan kick-boxes a punching bag, and the archdevil lands brutal hits against it. He is dressed in a black tanktop, his inky black skin on display, his golden skull mask, and a pair of grey sweats.
Tengen walks over and sits next to them. He doesn't say anything, he doesn't even look at them, simply staring up at the sky with them. He has decided to take his human form, though he does keep his black oni mask on, having separated it from his helmet.
Rag walks over and holds the bag for them. He nods respectfully at them as a form of hello, making sure to shift as Samaritan does to avoid being hit himself.
"What do you want?" Max asks.
"How're ya?' he asks, landing a solid blow with his right foot.
Max is lying on the ground, staring up at the skies above. His fully dressed, including his black mask to cover his nose and mouth so as not to scare children or families. He has thrown up three times this morning, which isn't a good sign, but at the moment, he is trying to calm his stomach.
Samaritan kick-boxes a punching bag, and the archdevil lands brutal hits against it. He is dressed in a black tanktop, his inky black skin on display, his golden skull mask, and a pair of grey sweats.
Minnie is brewing some tea in the tavern kitchen, humming to herself happily. She is dressed in a honey-yellow dress, a brown jacket, and a pair of brown leather boots.
Theren staggers into the tavern, heading for the kitchen. His right arm is missing as he looks for a whiskey bottle.
She looks up from her tea and runs over, picking up her skirts "Hells bells dear! What happened to ye?!"
He uncorks the bottle with his teeth, spitting out the cork. "Dungeon crawl gone wrong." he says, gritting his teeth as he pours the liquor over the gaping wound in his shoulder.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Max is lying on the ground, staring up at the skies above. His fully dressed, including his black mask to cover his nose and mouth so as not to scare children or families. He has thrown up three times this morning, which isn't a good sign, but at the moment, he is trying to calm his stomach.
Samaritan kick-boxes a punching bag, and the archdevil lands brutal hits against it. He is dressed in a black tanktop, his inky black skin on display, his golden skull mask, and a pair of grey sweats.
Tengen walks over and sits next to them. He doesn't say anything, he doesn't even look at them, simply staring up at the sky with them. He has decided to take his human form, though he does keep his black oni mask on, having separated it from his helmet.
Rag walks over and holds the bag for them. He nods respectfully at them as a form of hello, making sure to shift as Samaritan does to avoid being hit himself.
"What do you want?" Max asks.
"How're ya?' he asks, landing a solid blow with his right foot.
*They are gym bros through and through.*
"It be with you in your last moments before you leave. Is that okay?" He asks in return.
*Of course they are, they have to be.*
He shifts his stance, bracing for the blow to keep the bag from moving "Doin' good, built a house for Sparrow, heard he needed one."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Phoenix is sitting inside reading a book and curled under a blanket.
Two twin sisters, both human, one a brunette, the other a blonde, come from the upstairs of the Inn. They both move in unison to sit in front of the fire, watching the flames crackle. They both have a vague resemblance of Sparrow.
Phoenix watches them from the corner of his eye, still reading.
Both of them reach out to the fire, but upon touching only succeed in burning themselves, pulling their hands back. Despite being adults, they have the minds of children.
Phoenix sighs and sets down his book. He walks over and gently places his hands on each of their shoulders. "Careful now.."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Max is lying on the ground, staring up at the skies above. His fully dressed, including his black mask to cover his nose and mouth so as not to scare children or families. He has thrown up three times this morning, which isn't a good sign, but at the moment, he is trying to calm his stomach.
Samaritan kick-boxes a punching bag, and the archdevil lands brutal hits against it. He is dressed in a black tanktop, his inky black skin on display, his golden skull mask, and a pair of grey sweats.
Minnie is brewing some tea in the tavern kitchen, humming to herself happily. She is dressed in a honey-yellow dress, a brown jacket, and a pair of brown leather boots.
Theren staggers into the tavern, heading for the kitchen. His right arm is missing as he looks for a whiskey bottle.
She looks up from her tea and runs over, picking up her skirts "Hells bells dear! What happened to ye?!"
He uncorks the bottle with his teeth, spitting out the cork. "Dungeon crawl gone wrong." he says, gritting his teeth as he pours the liquor over the gaping wound in his shoulder.
"Bloody hells lad! Don't do that." she takes it and gives him a glare. She takes his arm, looking it over before her palms glow brightly and he is suddenly healed fully.
Theren has returned from his dungeon crawl. His right arm is missing, the bleeding stopped. He staggers up to the inn, mumbling to himself.
Thirteen follows behind him, looking quite battered as well. His flail is broken, his shadow is torn, and his light movements seem to indicate badly broken ribs.
"That...was not as expected..."
“At least we survived…”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Max is lying on the ground, staring up at the skies above. His fully dressed, including his black mask to cover his nose and mouth so as not to scare children or families. He has thrown up three times this morning, which isn't a good sign, but at the moment, he is trying to calm his stomach.
Samaritan kick-boxes a punching bag, and the archdevil lands brutal hits against it. He is dressed in a black tanktop, his inky black skin on display, his golden skull mask, and a pair of grey sweats.
Minnie is brewing some tea in the tavern kitchen, humming to herself happily. She is dressed in a honey-yellow dress, a brown jacket, and a pair of brown leather boots.
Theren staggers into the tavern, heading for the kitchen. His right arm is missing as he looks for a whiskey bottle.
She looks up from her tea and runs over, picking up her skirts "Hells bells dear! What happened to ye?!"
He uncorks the bottle with his teeth, spitting out the cork. "Dungeon crawl gone wrong." he says, gritting his teeth as he pours the liquor over the gaping wound in his shoulder.
"Bloody hells lad! Don't do that." she takes it and gives him a glare. She takes his arm, looking it over before her palms glow brightly and he is suddenly healed fully.
The arm doesn't grow back. "Already tried that." he says, grabbing some gauze and wrapping the shoulder.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Phoenix is sitting inside reading a book and curled under a blanket.
Two twin sisters, both human, one a brunette, the other a blonde, come from the upstairs of the Inn. They both move in unison to sit in front of the fire, watching the flames crackle. They both have a vague resemblance of Sparrow.
Phoenix watches them from the corner of his eye, still reading.
Both of them reach out to the fire, but upon touching only succeed in burning themselves, pulling their hands back. Despite being adults, they have the minds of children.
Phoenix sighs and sets down his book. He walks over and gently places his hands on each of their shoulders. "Careful now.."
Both of them look angry for a moment, before looking down at their hands. One of them has severe burns on a hand "We're fine... We used to be demons!"
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Theren has returned from his dungeon crawl. His right arm is missing, the bleeding stopped. He staggers up to the inn, mumbling to himself.
Thirteen follows behind him, looking quite battered as well. His flail is broken, his shadow is torn, and his light movements seem to indicate badly broken ribs.
"That...was not as expected..."
“At least we survived…”
"Why in the ever loving 9 hells did that statue fire lazers!"
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
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*I am sorry you are always tired. Is there anything I can do to help?*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Thirteen follows behind him, looking quite battered as well. His flail is broken, his shadow is torn, and his light movements seem to indicate badly broken ribs.
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*Okie dokie, characters: because I am tired.*
Max is lying on the ground, staring up at the skies above. His fully dressed, including his black mask to cover his nose and mouth so as not to scare children or families. He has thrown up three times this morning, which isn't a good sign, but at the moment, he is trying to calm his stomach.
Samaritan kick-boxes a punching bag, and the archdevil lands brutal hits against it. He is dressed in a black tanktop, his inky black skin on display, his golden skull mask, and a pair of grey sweats.
Minnie is brewing some tea in the tavern kitchen, humming to herself happily. She is dressed in a honey-yellow dress, a brown jacket, and a pair of brown leather boots.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Two twin sisters, both human, one a brunette, the other a blonde, come from the upstairs of the Inn. They both move in unison to sit in front of the fire, watching the flames crackle. They both have a vague resemblance of Sparrow.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"That...was not as expected..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*And I saw a great white throne, yet none was seated upon it. The songs of the chorus rang hollow through the halls of the almighty, and their cries and rejoicing were in vain. For they were blind to the fact of the emptiness of the kingdom of Heaven. Fruitlessly shall they ever do His work, and in time they shall bring greater suffering than that which dwells below.*
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Theren staggers into the tavern, heading for the kitchen. His right arm is missing as he looks for a whiskey bottle.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Phoenix watches them from the corner of his eye, still reading.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Tengen walks over and sits next to them. He doesn't say anything, he doesn't even look at them, simply staring up at the sky with them. He has decided to take his human form, though he does keep his black oni mask on, having separated it from his helmet.
Rag walks over and holds the bag for them. He nods respectfully at them as a form of hello, making sure to shift as Samaritan does to avoid being hit himself.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
She looks up from her tea and runs over, picking up her skirts "Hells bells dear! What happened to ye?!"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Both of them reach out to the fire, but upon touching only succeed in burning themselves, pulling their hands back. Despite being adults, they have the minds of children.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"What do you want?" Max asks.
"How're ya?' he asks, landing a solid blow with his right foot.
*They are gym bros through and through.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He uncorks the bottle with his teeth, spitting out the cork. "Dungeon crawl gone wrong." he says, gritting his teeth as he pours the liquor over the gaping wound in his shoulder.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"It be with you in your last moments before you leave. Is that okay?" He asks in return.
*Of course they are, they have to be.*
He shifts his stance, bracing for the blow to keep the bag from moving "Doin' good, built a house for Sparrow, heard he needed one."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Phoenix sighs and sets down his book. He walks over and gently places his hands on each of their shoulders. "Careful now.."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Bloody hells lad! Don't do that." she takes it and gives him a glare. She takes his arm, looking it over before her palms glow brightly and he is suddenly healed fully.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
“At least we survived…”
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
The arm doesn't grow back. "Already tried that." he says, grabbing some gauze and wrapping the shoulder.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Both of them look angry for a moment, before looking down at their hands. One of them has severe burns on a hand "We're fine... We used to be demons!"
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Why in the ever loving 9 hells did that statue fire lazers!"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.