"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,"
She lays back down, once again almost invisible amidst the shadows of the cavern.
"No no, it's perfectly fine. I love hearing you talk about something you're passionate about." She responds.
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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)
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
"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,"
She lays back down, once again almost invisible amidst the shadows of the cavern.
"No no, it's perfectly fine. I love hearing you talk about something you're passionate about." She responds.
She sits down next to them, putting away the remains of the corpse into the freezer, beginning to knit them a sweater.
He smiles down at them, looking at the sky and to them "I... that's the first time I've heard anyone say that. My... my past doesn't matter, now is all that matters."
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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.'
"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,"
She lays back down, once again almost invisible amidst the shadows of the cavern.
"No no, it's perfectly fine. I love hearing you talk about something you're passionate about." She responds.
She sits down next to them, putting away the remains of the corpse into the freezer, beginning to knit them a sweater.
He smiles down at them, looking at the sky and to them "I... that's the first time I've heard anyone say that. My... my past doesn't matter, now is all that matters."
After a few minutes, the little shadow falls asleep again.
She looks up to where he's looking as well, a wide smile on her face. "Well, it's true." She pauses a moment. "I've had a... convoluted past, so to speak. You're right though- the past doesn't matter now."
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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.
Sparrow walks up to the stand after waking up in the forest after fighting a guy to the point of unconsciousness. He's still a little confused, and his clothes haven't yet been cleaned of the blood that is both Henry's (Theren's character) and his own, though he is perfectly healed now, which confused him a bit more. He tips his hat to them, tossing them a gold "Howdy pardner, got anythin' with cactus, or do ya just sell-" He reaches the sigh "Ice cream? What is ice cream?"
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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.'
After a few minutes, the little shadow falls asleep again.
She looks up to where he's looking as well, a wide smile on her face. "Well, it's true." She pauses a moment. "I've had a... convoluted past, so to speak. You're right though- the past doesn't matter now."
(Good place to end?)
He wraps his arms around her waist, stopping his walk for a moment and looking deep into a pair of her eyes "We all have something to our past, but I just want to enjoy this moment, enjoy the rest of my life, with you." And then kisses them deeply.
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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.
Sparrow walks up to the stand after waking up in the forest after fighting a guy to the point of unconsciousness. He's still a little confused, and his clothes haven't yet been cleaned of the blood that is both Henry's (Theren's character) and his own, though he is perfectly healed now, which confused him a bit more. He tips his hat to them, tossing them a gold "Howdy pardner, got anythin' with cactus, or do ya just sell-" He reaches the sigh "Ice cream? What is ice cream?"
"Salve and thank you, brother." He flips the coin across his fingers and drops it into his register. He opens his stand and pulls a cup made of some sort of soft transparent material off of the rack. He quickly scoops up a float with a bunch of mix-ins, along with a tiny cup of spices. "I call this one the Gnarly Dessert." He speaks with a light Boston accent. "Should be a good introduction if ya like cactus." He holds out a sturdy paper spoon and straw.
*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.
Sparrow walks up to the stand after waking up in the forest after fighting a guy to the point of unconsciousness. He's still a little confused, and his clothes haven't yet been cleaned of the blood that is both Henry's (Theren's character) and his own, though he is perfectly healed now, which confused him a bit more. He tips his hat to them, tossing them a gold "Howdy pardner, got anythin' with cactus, or do ya just sell-" He reaches the sigh "Ice cream? What is ice cream?"
"Salve and thank you, brother." He flips the coin across his fingers and drops it into his register. He opens his stand and pulls a cup made of some sort of soft transparent material off of the rack. He quickly scoops up a float with a bunch of mix-ins, along with a tiny cup of spices. "I call this one the Gnarly Dessert." He speaks with a light Boston accent. "Should be a good introduction if ya like cactus." He holds out a sturdy paper spoon and straw.
He raises an eyebrow and takes it, beginning to eat the float after pouring all the spices in and mixing it up "Really? Is it now? Ever been ta the Gnarly Desert yerself?" He says with a warm smile, enjoying the dessert "I ain't seen ya around town befer, ya new? Happy ta meet ya, I'm Sparrow, Sparrow Valentine." He holds out a hand.
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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.'
Harlow is outside by the river. Before him is a floating ball of water that holds fish in it, swimming around in a confused manner. He seems to be taking notes in a notebook, a folding desk beside him. Multiple pens, papers, tracking tags meant for fish, and more lay on the desk.
Yuri is napping in a tree, somehow sleeping upside down. Donn sits beneath the tree, reading a book on manifestation of emotions.
Kelipso is with Gordon, hunting down a vine blight. The two have cornered it in a cave and are preparing to burn it so it doesn't harm anymore folk.
"Salve and thank you, brother." He flips the coin across his fingers and drops it into his register. He opens his stand and pulls a cup made of some sort of soft transparent material off of the rack. He quickly scoops up a float with a bunch of mix-ins, along with a tiny cup of spices. "I call this one the Gnarly Dessert." He speaks with a light Boston accent. "Should be a good introduction if ya like cactus." He holds out a sturdy paper spoon and straw.
He raises an eyebrow and takes it, beginning to eat the float after pouring all the spices in and mixing it up "Really? Is it now? Ever been ta the Gnarly Desert yerself?" He says with a warm smile, enjoying the dessert "I ain't seen ya around town befer, ya new? Happy ta meet ya, I'm Sparrow, Sparrow Valentine." He holds out a hand.
The strugel shakes with his ungloved hand. "Aldo Syrupsoft. Nice ta meetcha pal. Just began my travels a while back, got caught up in some trouble, ended up in the Gnarly for a bit. It's where I got the idea for the spice mix. Nothing from the place itself, ya know, but I could approximate."
Harlow is outside by the river. Before him is a floating ball of water that holds fish in it, swimming around in a confused manner. He seems to be taking notes in a notebook, a folding desk beside him. Multiple pens, papers, tracking tags meant for fish, and more lay on the desk.
Yuri is napping in a tree, somehow sleeping upside down. Donn sits beneath the tree, reading a book on manifestation of emotions.
Kelipso is with Gordon, hunting down a vine blight. The two have cornered it in a cave and are preparing to burn it so it doesn't harm anymore folk.
Isaac examines the ball "cool trick"
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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
"Salve and thank you, brother." He flips the coin across his fingers and drops it into his register. He opens his stand and pulls a cup made of some sort of soft transparent material off of the rack. He quickly scoops up a float with a bunch of mix-ins, along with a tiny cup of spices. "I call this one the Gnarly Dessert." He speaks with a light Boston accent. "Should be a good introduction if ya like cactus." He holds out a sturdy paper spoon and straw.
He raises an eyebrow and takes it, beginning to eat the float after pouring all the spices in and mixing it up "Really? Is it now? Ever been ta the Gnarly Desert yerself?" He says with a warm smile, enjoying the dessert "I ain't seen ya around town befer, ya new? Happy ta meet ya, I'm Sparrow, Sparrow Valentine." He holds out a hand.
The strugel shakes with his ungloved hand. "Aldo Syrupsoft. Nice ta meetcha pal. Just began my travels a while back, got caught up in some trouble, ended up in the Gnarly for a bit. It's where I got the idea for the spice mix. Nothing from the place itself, ya know, but I could approximate."
"I can tell, I'd recognize anythin' from there. Born an' raised in the Gnarly myself, it ain't the same as what I'm used ta, but it sure is close." He says, giving them a firm handshake and a smile "I know how it is, trouble follows ya no matter where ya go. Especially when yer workin' with famous criminals, I would know."
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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.'
Harlow is outside by the river. Before him is a floating ball of water that holds fish in it, swimming around in a confused manner. He seems to be taking notes in a notebook, a folding desk beside him. Multiple pens, papers, tracking tags meant for fish, and more lay on the desk.
Yuri is napping in a tree, somehow sleeping upside down. Donn sits beneath the tree, reading a book on manifestation of emotions.
Kelipso is with Gordon, hunting down a vine blight. The two have cornered it in a cave and are preparing to burn it so it doesn't harm anymore folk.
Isaac examines the ball "cool trick"
"Not a trick." He said and looked up "More so magic to take a part of the river and have a well enough way to keep the fish inside alive.*
She lays back down, once again almost invisible amidst the shadows of the cavern.
"No no, it's perfectly fine. I love hearing you talk about something you're passionate about." She responds.
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)
*Do you want to rp now that you can?*
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.)
*Hello, Moon! How art thou today, friend?*
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)
*Welcome back, brother! Wouldst thou like to rp, perchance?*
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 am very bored. how about you?)
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
She sits down next to them, putting away the remains of the corpse into the freezer, beginning to knit them a sweater.
He smiles down at them, looking at the sky and to them "I... that's the first time I've heard anyone say that. My... my past doesn't matter, now is all that matters."
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.)
*Indeed, siblings. I have introed a new character recently, and I would like to share mobster ice cream floats with everybody.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
After a few minutes, the little shadow falls asleep again.
She looks up to where he's looking as well, a wide smile on her face. "Well, it's true." She pauses a moment. "I've had a... convoluted past, so to speak. You're right though- the past doesn't matter now."
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)
Sparrow walks up to the stand after waking up in the forest after fighting a guy to the point of unconsciousness. He's still a little confused, and his clothes haven't yet been cleaned of the blood that is both Henry's (Theren's character) and his own, though he is perfectly healed now, which confused him a bit more. He tips his hat to them, tossing them a gold "Howdy pardner, got anythin' with cactus, or do ya just sell-" He reaches the sigh "Ice cream? What is ice cream?"
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.)
(Good place to end?)
He wraps his arms around her waist, stopping his walk for a moment and looking deep into a pair of her eyes "We all have something to our past, but I just want to enjoy this moment, enjoy the rest of my life, with you." And then kisses them deeply.
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.)
"Salve and thank you, brother." He flips the coin across his fingers and drops it into his register. He opens his stand and pulls a cup made of some sort of soft transparent material off of the rack. He quickly scoops up a float with a bunch of mix-ins, along with a tiny cup of spices. "I call this one the Gnarly Dessert." He speaks with a light Boston accent. "Should be a good introduction if ya like cactus." He holds out a sturdy paper spoon and straw.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He raises an eyebrow and takes it, beginning to eat the float after pouring all the spices in and mixing it up "Really? Is it now? Ever been ta the Gnarly Desert yerself?" He says with a warm smile, enjoying the dessert "I ain't seen ya around town befer, ya new? Happy ta meet ya, I'm Sparrow, Sparrow Valentine." He holds out a hand.
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 it, I gotta go again. I'll be back in about an hour.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Take your time bro, see you around, take care, love sent.*
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.)
Harlow is outside by the river. Before him is a floating ball of water that holds fish in it, swimming around in a confused manner. He seems to be taking notes in a notebook, a folding desk beside him. Multiple pens, papers, tracking tags meant for fish, and more lay on the desk.
Yuri is napping in a tree, somehow sleeping upside down. Donn sits beneath the tree, reading a book on manifestation of emotions.
Kelipso is with Gordon, hunting down a vine blight. The two have cornered it in a cave and are preparing to burn it so it doesn't harm anymore folk.
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
The strugel shakes with his ungloved hand. "Aldo Syrupsoft. Nice ta meetcha pal. Just began my travels a while back, got caught up in some trouble, ended up in the Gnarly for a bit. It's where I got the idea for the spice mix. Nothing from the place itself, ya know, but I could approximate."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Isaac examines the ball "cool trick"
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 can tell, I'd recognize anythin' from there. Born an' raised in the Gnarly myself, it ain't the same as what I'm used ta, but it sure is close." He says, giving them a firm handshake and a smile "I know how it is, trouble follows ya no matter where ya go. Especially when yer workin' with famous criminals, I would know."
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.)
"Not a trick." He said and looked up "More so magic to take a part of the river and have a well enough way to keep the fish inside alive.*
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
*Anybody here who wants to start or continue an rp, I might be slow, or even have to go, depending on some stuff.*
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.)