*Hey Jester, should I give Tiny Tony the Chain of a Thousand Miles as his primary weapon? It's just a reflavored returning javelin that deals bludgeoning damage combined with 2024's Sharpshooter feat. My other option is to just give him a gun, which is more mob but less cool.*
*Hey Jester, should I give Tiny Tony the Chain of a Thousand Miles as his primary weapon? It's just a reflavored returning javelin that deals bludgeoning damage combined with 2024's Sharpshooter feat. My other option is to just give him a gun, which is more mob but less cool.*
*Is a weapon attached to the end of the chain? I do like the idea of anyone having the Chain of a Thousand Miles, it;s just generally a cool weapon idea, and it works for me. An infinitely extending chain is just as a whole awesome in my personal opinion,*
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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.'
Omori almost loses her concentration for a second, the rush of druidic magic being far more than she's used to, but recovers quickly and begins channeling her part of the magic into the circle as well, trying to mimic Merabelle's casting to the best of her ability.
She takes a small sip from her tea, not seeming to care in the least about its near-scalding temperature. "No apologies are necessary. I've been told before I've lost a marble or two myself. Though, that likely isn't news to you." She dryly chuckles a bit.
Omori does well enough at mimicking Merabelle, as she recites the words of power, the druidic circle and the tree, grass, and every other ounce of nature around them beginning to resonate with the power they have giving off to help their friend as well as teach Omori.
Once his water is finished, he leans back in his chair, chuckling "I just didn't want you to feel the need to worry about me, even at my worst, I will love you."
The little shadow continues to channel the magic the very best she can, noticing her surroundings resonating with that same power and feeling a little emboldened.
"I know I needn't worry. Likewise, even if anything happens with my dabbling in nightmarish and eldritch things that messes with my brain somehow, I'll always love you too."
Eventually, the power reaches a crescendo, before lessening all around them and going into Sparrow, his wounds healing before their very eyes. Merabelle sighs, hugging Omori "Ya did amazin' sweetie."
He sighs happily, taking their one of hands in his own, rubbing it with his thumb "I am left flattered once more by your love."
*Sorry about the delay*
"Thanks... I tried my best..." She responds, tiredly smiling back at her mother for a second... before she falls unconscious and flops onto the grass, all of her energy spent.
She places another hand on his hand. "And I am flattered by yours."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Thanks... I tried my best..." She responds, tiredly smiling back at her mother for a second... before she falls unconscious and flops onto the grass, all of her energy spent.
She places another hand on his hand. "And I am flattered by yours."
*Don't be.*
She smiles at them, picking them up and walking back to the cave, putting them on their bed and beginning to cook the corpse she put in the freezer after explaining what happened to Sparrow to him.
He leans in close to them, before kissing them softly, attempting to hide his blush, and failing.
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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.'
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
*Hey Jester, should I give Tiny Tony the Chain of a Thousand Miles as his primary weapon? It's just a reflavored returning javelin that deals bludgeoning damage combined with 2024's Sharpshooter feat. My other option is to just give him a gun, which is more mob but less cool.*
*Is a weapon attached to the end of the chain? I do like the idea of anyone having the Chain of a Thousand Miles, it;s just generally a cool weapon idea, and it works for me. An infinitely extending chain is just as a whole awesome in my personal opinion,*
*No weapon just yet. He doesn't like killing, so he's just using the flowing length of chain so far. However, he does have nailbombs that he can attach to the end and detonate with a flick, spraying a 5ft radius area down with his signature implement of dark carpentry.*
*Hey Jester, should I give Tiny Tony the Chain of a Thousand Miles as his primary weapon? It's just a reflavored returning javelin that deals bludgeoning damage combined with 2024's Sharpshooter feat. My other option is to just give him a gun, which is more mob but less cool.*
*Is a weapon attached to the end of the chain? I do like the idea of anyone having the Chain of a Thousand Miles, it;s just generally a cool weapon idea, and it works for me. An infinitely extending chain is just as a whole awesome in my personal opinion,*
*No weapon just yet. He doesn't like killing, so he's just using the flowing length of chain so far. However, he does have nailbombs that he can attach to the end and detonate with a flick, spraying a 5ft radius area down with his signature implement of dark carpentry.*
*That sounds fun, and I totally support it. I don't know why you asked what I think of the matter, but either way, I hope to see this character of yours very soon indeed.*
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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.'
*Alright, I don't have much time to RP at this exact second, but here is the mobster*
As spring arrives, as does a little strugel with a soda and ice cream stand, with a little menu sign written on a blackboard in chalk. One of the things being advertised are "Dirty Sodas," which are effectively sugary, non-alcoholic cocktails made with sodas, syrups, fresh fruits, and a bunch of other ingredients. There are even little slips you can fill out to make custom orders easier.
The fluffy soda jerk (actual term, not saying he's a jerk) himself has red, stripey markings to match his apron and hat, and a pair of big, round glasses. He stands on his little footstool, a white glove on the paw he rests his cheek on, while the other is uncovered and drumming casually against the lightly frosted lid of the stand. He smiles, but looks a bit bored or stoned or something.
"Thanks... I tried my best..." She responds, tiredly smiling back at her mother for a second... before she falls unconscious and flops onto the grass, all of her energy spent.
She places another hand on his hand. "And I am flattered by yours."
*Don't be.*
She smiles at them, picking them up and walking back to the cave, putting them on their bed and beginning to cook the corpse she put in the freezer after explaining what happened to Sparrow to him.
He leans in close to them, before kissing them softly, attempting to hide his blush, and failing.
She continues to sleep there for a while, almost invisible in that dark corner of the cavern. After about a half-hour, she slowly wakes up, still tired from using so much magic at once, but at least conscious.
She kisses him back before leaning back into her chair and drinking the rest of her tea, blushing a little bit but not bothering to hide it. "What say we go for that walk in the park we were thinking of doing?" She asks, grinning ear to ear in an almost literal sense.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
She continues to sleep there for a while, almost invisible in that dark corner of the cavern. After about a half-hour, she slowly wakes up, still tired from using so much magic at once, but at least conscious.
She kisses him back before leaning back into her chair and drinking the rest of her tea, blushing a little bit but not bothering to hide it. "What say we go for that walk in the park we were thinking of doing?" She asks, grinning ear to ear in an almost literal sense.
Merabelle sees them wake up, walking over, holding what was probably the corpse's leg, huge chunks of flesh missing from it as she sits down next to their bed "Oh Omori, ya recovered fast." She kisses their forehead.
He stands up from his chair, smiling at them softly, his eyes glinting with a little bit of his always present insanity "I would love to." He holds out a hand to pull them from their chair and lead them outside and towards the park.
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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.'
*Alright, I don't have much time to RP at this exact second, but here is the mobster*
As spring arrives, as does a little strugel with a soda and ice cream stand, with a little menu sign written on a blackboard in chalk. One of the things being advertised are "Dirty Sodas," which are effectively sugary, non-alcoholic cocktails made with sodas, syrups, fresh fruits, and a bunch of other ingredients. There are even little slips you can fill out to make custom orders easier.
The fluffy soda jerk (actual term, not saying he's a jerk) himself has red, stripey markings to match his apron and hat, and a pair of big, round glasses. He stands on his little footstool, a white glove on the paw he rests his cheek on, while the other is uncovered and drumming casually against the lightly frosted lid of the stand. He smiles, but looks a bit bored or stoned or something.
*Dang, I gotta go already. Well, this is still here anyway.*
She continues to sleep there for a while, almost invisible in that dark corner of the cavern. After about a half-hour, she slowly wakes up, still tired from using so much magic at once, but at least conscious.
She kisses him back before leaning back into her chair and drinking the rest of her tea, blushing a little bit but not bothering to hide it. "What say we go for that walk in the park we were thinking of doing?" She asks, grinning ear to ear in an almost literal sense.
Merabelle sees them wake up, walking over, holding what was probably the corpse's leg, huge chunks of flesh missing from it as she sits down next to their bed "Oh Omori, ya recovered fast." She kisses their forehead.
He stands up from his chair, smiling at them softly, his eyes glinting with a little bit of his always present insanity "I would love to." He holds out a hand to pull them from their chair and lead them outside and towards the park.
She looks back up at her, tiredly smiling. "I did? How long was I asleep?" She yawns a bit. Her eyes glance over towards the leg of the carcass for a second, as if trying to see what exactly it is.
She takes his hand with two of hers, a similar madness in her own six eyes, walking alongside him. Occasionally, she produces her notepad and pen in her other hands, making little sketches of things she sees.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*Alright, I don't have much time to RP at this exact second, but here is the mobster*
As spring arrives, as does a little strugel with a soda and ice cream stand, with a little menu sign written on a blackboard in chalk. One of the things being advertised are "Dirty Sodas," which are effectively sugary, non-alcoholic cocktails made with sodas, syrups, fresh fruits, and a bunch of other ingredients. There are even little slips you can fill out to make custom orders easier.
The fluffy soda jerk (actual term, not saying he's a jerk) himself has red, stripey markings to match his apron and hat, and a pair of big, round glasses. He stands on his little footstool, a white glove on the paw he rests his cheek on, while the other is uncovered and drumming casually against the lightly frosted lid of the stand. He smiles, but looks a bit bored or stoned or something.
*Dang, I gotta go already. Well, this is still here anyway.*
*I'll interact when you get back man, see you then, take care.*
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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.'
She continues to sleep there for a while, almost invisible in that dark corner of the cavern. After about a half-hour, she slowly wakes up, still tired from using so much magic at once, but at least conscious.
She kisses him back before leaning back into her chair and drinking the rest of her tea, blushing a little bit but not bothering to hide it. "What say we go for that walk in the park we were thinking of doing?" She asks, grinning ear to ear in an almost literal sense.
Merabelle sees them wake up, walking over, holding what was probably the corpse's leg, huge chunks of flesh missing from it as she sits down next to their bed "Oh Omori, ya recovered fast." She kisses their forehead.
He stands up from his chair, smiling at them softly, his eyes glinting with a little bit of his always present insanity "I would love to." He holds out a hand to pull them from their chair and lead them outside and towards the park.
She looks back up at her, tiredly smiling. "I did? How long was I asleep?" She yawns a bit. Her eyes glance over towards the leg of the carcass for a second, as if trying to see what exactly it is.
She takes his hand with two of hers, a similar madness in her own six eyes, walking alongside him. Occasionally, she produces her notepad and pen in her other hands, making little sketches of things she sees.
She can easily recognize what used to be the man's leg, "Only a half an hour sweetheart. Do ya want somethin' ta eat?" She asks, putting down the leg and preparing to make them something to eat.
Henry himself seems to talk about any creatures they mean along the walk absentmindedly, walking about exact measurements of skull structure and why they evolved to have them that way.
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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.'
She continues to sleep there for a while, almost invisible in that dark corner of the cavern. After about a half-hour, she slowly wakes up, still tired from using so much magic at once, but at least conscious.
She kisses him back before leaning back into her chair and drinking the rest of her tea, blushing a little bit but not bothering to hide it. "What say we go for that walk in the park we were thinking of doing?" She asks, grinning ear to ear in an almost literal sense.
Merabelle sees them wake up, walking over, holding what was probably the corpse's leg, huge chunks of flesh missing from it as she sits down next to their bed "Oh Omori, ya recovered fast." She kisses their forehead.
He stands up from his chair, smiling at them softly, his eyes glinting with a little bit of his always present insanity "I would love to." He holds out a hand to pull them from their chair and lead them outside and towards the park.
She looks back up at her, tiredly smiling. "I did? How long was I asleep?" She yawns a bit. Her eyes glance over towards the leg of the carcass for a second, as if trying to see what exactly it is.
She takes his hand with two of hers, a similar madness in her own six eyes, walking alongside him. Occasionally, she produces her notepad and pen in her other hands, making little sketches of things she sees.
She can easily recognize what used to be the man's leg, "Only a half an hour sweetheart. Do ya want somethin' ta eat?" She asks, putting down the leg and preparing to make them something to eat.
Henry himself seems to talk about any creatures they mean along the walk absentmindedly, walking about exact measurements of skull structure and why they evolved to have them that way.
"N- no, I'm fine. Thank you, though." She responds, sitting up and sleepily rubbing her eyes for a moment.
KK attentively listens to every word of his explanations as they walk, taking notes on her notepad the whole time.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"N- no, I'm fine. Thank you, though." She responds, sitting up and sleepily rubbing her eyes for a moment.
KK attentively listens to every word of his explanations as they walk, taking notes on her notepad the whole time.
She pushes them to lay back down "Ya expended all year magical power sweetheart. Stay down an' rest."
She can tell he really is passionate about all of this, as much as he is about her, occasionally adding compliments towards her in his rant before stopping himself "Look at me, I'm ranting,"
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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.'
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
*Hey Jester, should I give Tiny Tony the Chain of a Thousand Miles as his primary weapon? It's just a reflavored returning javelin that deals bludgeoning damage combined with 2024's Sharpshooter feat. My other option is to just give him a gun, which is more mob but less cool.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Is a weapon attached to the end of the chain? I do like the idea of anyone having the Chain of a Thousand Miles, it;s just generally a cool weapon idea, and it works for me. An infinitely extending chain is just as a whole awesome in my personal opinion,*
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.)
*Sorry about the delay*
"Thanks... I tried my best..." She responds, tiredly smiling back at her mother for a second... before she falls unconscious and flops onto the grass, all of her energy spent.
She places another hand on his hand. "And I am flattered by yours."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*Don't be.*
She smiles at them, picking them up and walking back to the cave, putting them on their bed and beginning to cook the corpse she put in the freezer after explaining what happened to Sparrow to him.
He leans in close to them, before kissing them softly, attempting to hide his blush, and failing.
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.)
(you want to rp yvonne?)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*No weapon just yet. He doesn't like killing, so he's just using the flowing length of chain so far. However, he does have nailbombs that he can attach to the end and detonate with a flick, spraying a 5ft radius area down with his signature implement of dark carpentry.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*That sounds fun, and I totally support it. I don't know why you asked what I think of the matter, but either way, I hope to see this character of yours very soon indeed.*
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.)
*Alright, I don't have much time to RP at this exact second, but here is the mobster*
As spring arrives, as does a little strugel with a soda and ice cream stand, with a little menu sign written on a blackboard in chalk. One of the things being advertised are "Dirty Sodas," which are effectively sugary, non-alcoholic cocktails made with sodas, syrups, fresh fruits, and a bunch of other ingredients. There are even little slips you can fill out to make custom orders easier.
The fluffy soda jerk (actual term, not saying he's a jerk) himself has red, stripey markings to match his apron and hat, and a pair of big, round glasses. He stands on his little footstool, a white glove on the paw he rests his cheek on, while the other is uncovered and drumming casually against the lightly frosted lid of the stand. He smiles, but looks a bit bored or stoned or something.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Is anyone here? I am alone once again?*
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 continues to sleep there for a while, almost invisible in that dark corner of the cavern. After about a half-hour, she slowly wakes up, still tired from using so much magic at once, but at least conscious.
She kisses him back before leaning back into her chair and drinking the rest of her tea, blushing a little bit but not bothering to hide it. "What say we go for that walk in the park we were thinking of doing?" She asks, grinning ear to ear in an almost literal sense.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*Welp nevermind, guess I'll shut up and be patient.*
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.)
Merabelle sees them wake up, walking over, holding what was probably the corpse's leg, huge chunks of flesh missing from it as she sits down next to their bed "Oh Omori, ya recovered fast." She kisses their forehead.
He stands up from his chair, smiling at them softly, his eyes glinting with a little bit of his always present insanity "I would love to." He holds out a hand to pull them from their chair and lead them outside and towards the park.
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.)
*Dang, I gotta go already. Well, this is still here anyway.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She looks back up at her, tiredly smiling. "I did? How long was I asleep?" She yawns a bit. Her eyes glance over towards the leg of the carcass for a second, as if trying to see what exactly it is.
She takes his hand with two of hers, a similar madness in her own six eyes, walking alongside him. Occasionally, she produces her notepad and pen in her other hands, making little sketches of things she sees.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*I'll interact when you get back man, see you then, take care.*
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 can easily recognize what used to be the man's leg, "Only a half an hour sweetheart. Do ya want somethin' ta eat?" She asks, putting down the leg and preparing to make them something to eat.
Henry himself seems to talk about any creatures they mean along the walk absentmindedly, walking about exact measurements of skull structure and why they evolved to have them that way.
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.)
"N- no, I'm fine. Thank you, though." She responds, sitting up and sleepily rubbing her eyes for a moment.
KK attentively listens to every word of his explanations as they walk, taking notes on her notepad the whole time.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
She pushes them to lay back down "Ya expended all year magical power sweetheart. Stay down an' rest."
She can tell he really is passionate about all of this, as much as he is about her, occasionally adding compliments towards her in his rant before stopping himself "Look at me, I'm ranting,"
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.)
(hi Yvonne)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*I am now returned.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels