Carrion is outside, bandaging his body so tight that it almost looks human in a way, his body more proportioned to look like one.
Ryidan is inside, sipping tea despite not needing liquids or solids anymore to sustain himself.
The forest seems to be infected with veins of gold that branch through out the ground and through the local flora.
Omori is walking through the forest when she sees this strange affliction, curiously taking notes on its effects on the local flora and fauna as she follows the branching veins towards its center.
Omori, knowing who Donn is, can instantly tell from the amount of goats that this is his doing.
[Make me a Wisdom Check]
Omori's Wisdom check: 9
*Like mother like daughter I guess/*
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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.'
The forest seems to be infected with veins of gold that branch through out the ground and through the local flora.
Merabelle has noticed the change in the forest and is looking for the source, her druidic power spilling out as she looks for any indicators.
She can tell something is here, a monster perhaps or perhaps something entirely different. She can tell that there are many goats, somehow all in this forest, much more than there should be normally.
She goes as far as she can to whatever source she can find, or as close as she can get to the source. She remains worried and slow, not wanting to risk something that would hurt her more than she needs to be.
[Make me a Wisdom check]
Wisdom check:8
Merabelle can't tell, but something big is right behind her and makes its presence finally known by snorting out smoke from its nostrils.
Carrion is outside, bandaging his body so tight that it almost looks human in a way, his body more proportioned to look like one.
Ryidan is inside, sipping tea despite not needing liquids or solids anymore to sustain himself.
The forest seems to be infected with veins of gold that branch through out the ground and through the local flora.
Omori is walking through the forest when she sees this strange affliction, curiously taking notes on its effects on the local flora and fauna as she follows the branching veins towards its center.
Omori, knowing who Donn is, can instantly tell from the amount of goats that this is his doing.
[Make me a Wisdom Check]
Omori's Wisdom check: 9
Omori doesn't know it until he's right behind her, snorting out smoke.
Merabelle can't tell, but something big is right behind her and makes its presence finally known by snorting out smoke from its nostrils.
She takes a deep breath, radiance spilling from her out in all directions "Whatever ya are, can ya talk?" She asks out to the presence, turning to see if she sees it.
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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.'
Carrion is outside, bandaging his body so tight that it almost looks human in a way, his body more proportioned to look like one.
Ryidan is inside, sipping tea despite not needing liquids or solids anymore to sustain himself.
The forest seems to be infected with veins of gold that branch through out the ground and through the local flora.
Omori is walking through the forest when she sees this strange affliction, curiously taking notes on its effects on the local flora and fauna as she follows the branching veins towards its center.
Omori, knowing who Donn is, can instantly tell from the amount of goats that this is his doing.
[Make me a Wisdom Check]
Omori's Wisdom check: 9
Omori doesn't know it until he's right behind her, snorting out smoke.
She slowly turns around, not really afraid- she's more confused and curious than anything else. "Donn, what's happening?" She asks, talking about the golden veins of corruption around the place.
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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)
A plump man has arrived. He wears a suit made of purple velvet with the sleeves rolled up to reveal his black fur. He has a bright red tie, gloves, and spiral eyes set into his antlered, boar-like head. One look at him and his black briefcase tells you he means trouble, and plenty of it.
He opens his case sets up a chess set, setting up the pawns in a numbered order and delicately calibrating a heavily modified chess clock. He carefully places down a simple sign before lighting a cigarette and taking a drag.
Merabelle can't tell, but something big is right behind her and makes its presence finally known by snorting out smoke from its nostrils.
She takes a deep breath, radiance spilling from her out in all directions "Whatever ya are, can ya talk?" She asks out to the presence, turning to see if she sees it.
The radiance doesn't seem to affect whatever is behind her, two large goatish gold eyes staring at her.
Carrion is outside, bandaging his body so tight that it almost looks human in a way, his body more proportioned to look like one.
Ryidan is inside, sipping tea despite not needing liquids or solids anymore to sustain himself.
The forest seems to be infected with veins of gold that branch through out the ground and through the local flora.
Omori is walking through the forest when she sees this strange affliction, curiously taking notes on its effects on the local flora and fauna as she follows the branching veins towards its center.
Omori, knowing who Donn is, can instantly tell from the amount of goats that this is his doing.
[Make me a Wisdom Check]
Omori's Wisdom check: 9
Omori doesn't know it until he's right behind her, snorting out smoke.
She slowly turns around, not really afraid- she's more confused and curious than anything else. "Donn, what's happening?" She asks, talking about the golden veins of corruption around the place.
Donn snorts again "Leave.. now." He snarls but doesn't dare lay a hand on her.
Merabelle can't tell, but something big is right behind her and makes its presence finally known by snorting out smoke from its nostrils.
She takes a deep breath, radiance spilling from her out in all directions "Whatever ya are, can ya talk?" She asks out to the presence, turning to see if she sees it.
The radiance doesn't seem to affect whatever is behind her, two large goatish gold eyes staring at her.
"Leave... This.. place."
"This place o' yers seems ta be growin', so I can't. I'm just the local druid, Merabelle." She smiles up at them, putting her hands on her hips.
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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.'
A plump man has arrived. He wears a suit made of purple velvet with the sleeves rolled up to reveal his black fur. He has a bright red tie, gloves, and spiral eyes set into his antlered, boar-like head. One look at him and his black briefcase tells you he means trouble, and plenty of it.
He opens his case sets up a chess set, setting up the pawns in a numbered order and delicately calibrating a heavily modified chess clock. He carefully places down a simple sign before lighting a cigarette and taking a drag.
Game of skill
Free to play
Win a prize based on what you wager
Non-monetary wagers accepted
Helianth sees him setting up the chess board and table, curiously approaching as it takes in the scene through all its flower heads. It reads the sign, thinking for a moment as to if it will wager something for a game.
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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)
Omori doesn't know it until he's right behind her, snorting out smoke.
She slowly turns around, not really afraid- she's more confused and curious than anything else. "Donn, what's happening?" She asks, talking about the golden veins of corruption around the place.
Donn snorts again "Leave.. now." He snarls but doesn't dare lay a hand on her.
"I'll leave once I know what you're trying to do here. What is this?" She responds, mustering up some courage, though she's growing somewhat scared as well.
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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)
A plump man has arrived. He wears a suit made of purple velvet with the sleeves rolled up to reveal his black fur. He has a bright red tie, gloves, and spiral eyes set into his antlered, boar-like head. One look at him and his black briefcase tells you he means trouble, and plenty of it.
He opens his case sets up a chess set, setting up the pawns in a numbered order and delicately calibrating a heavily modified chess clock. He carefully places down a simple sign before lighting a cigarette and taking a drag.
Game of skill
Free to play
Win a prize based on what you wager
Non-monetary wagers accepted
Thirteen, a resident tabletop game lover, can’t help but investigate.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A plump man has arrived. He wears a suit made of purple velvet with the sleeves rolled up to reveal his black fur. He has a bright red tie, gloves, and spiral eyes set into his antlered, boar-like head. One look at him and his black briefcase tells you he means trouble, and plenty of it.
He opens his case sets up a chess set, setting up the pawns in a numbered order and delicately calibrating a heavily modified chess clock. He carefully places down a simple sign before lighting a cigarette and taking a drag.
Game of skill
Free to play
Win a prize based on what you wager
Non-monetary wagers accepted
Helianth sees him setting up the chess board and table, curiously approaching as it takes in the scene through all its flower heads. It reads the sign, thinking for a moment as to if it will wager something for a game.
He snuffs out his cigarette and entwines his fingers, elbows on his little table. "If you need to touch up on your skills, I have some little things that will help." He picks up a long box and opens it. Inside are three items: a cigar guillotine with bandages and ointment, a pamphlet on chess rules with an almost empty roll of tape, and a stack of poker chips. Each has a price listed in chess pieces. The pamphlet costs three pawns, the chips cost five of them, and the guillotine costs a queen. "New items will be available every ten rounds."
Merabelle can't tell, but something big is right behind her and makes its presence finally known by snorting out smoke from its nostrils.
She takes a deep breath, radiance spilling from her out in all directions "Whatever ya are, can ya talk?" She asks out to the presence, turning to see if she sees it.
The radiance doesn't seem to affect whatever is behind her, two large goatish gold eyes staring at her.
"Leave... This.. place."
"This place o' yers seems ta be growin', so I can't. I'm just the local druid, Merabelle." She smiles up at them, putting her hands on her hips.
Suddenly, a goatish maw is in her face, baring teeth as sharp as razors. "LEAVE. DO NOT COME BACK MISERABLE INTRUSO!" It snarls.
Omori doesn't know it until he's right behind her, snorting out smoke.
She slowly turns around, not really afraid- she's more confused and curious than anything else. "Donn, what's happening?" She asks, talking about the golden veins of corruption around the place.
Donn snorts again "Leave.. now." He snarls but doesn't dare lay a hand on her.
"I'll leave once I know what you're trying to do here. What is this?" She responds, mustering up some courage, though she's growing somewhat scared as well.
He growls and grumbles but moves past her like a shadow "Let me wallow alone child.."
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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
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*Like mother like daughter I guess/*
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 can't tell, but something big is right behind her and makes its presence finally known by snorting out smoke from its nostrils.
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
Omori doesn't know it until he's right behind her, snorting out smoke.
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
She takes a deep breath, radiance spilling from her out in all directions "Whatever ya are, can ya talk?" She asks out to the presence, turning to see if she sees it.
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 slowly turns around, not really afraid- she's more confused and curious than anything else. "Donn, what's happening?" She asks, talking about the golden veins of corruption around the place.
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)
A plump man has arrived. He wears a suit made of purple velvet with the sleeves rolled up to reveal his black fur. He has a bright red tie, gloves, and spiral eyes set into his antlered, boar-like head. One look at him and his black briefcase tells you he means trouble, and plenty of it.
He opens his case sets up a chess set, setting up the pawns in a numbered order and delicately calibrating a heavily modified chess clock. He carefully places down a simple sign before lighting a cigarette and taking a drag.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The radiance doesn't seem to affect whatever is behind her, two large goatish gold eyes staring at her.
"Leave... This.. place."
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
Donn snorts again "Leave.. now." He snarls but doesn't dare lay a hand on her.
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
"This place o' yers seems ta be growin', so I can't. I'm just the local druid, Merabelle." She smiles up at them, putting her hands on her hips.
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.)
Helianth sees him setting up the chess board and table, curiously approaching as it takes in the scene through all its flower heads. It reads the sign, thinking for a moment as to if it will wager something for a game.
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 leans in and gives a kiss to the side of their face.
She rubs their back with her own claws, "I love you so much."
"You." He pokes them in the side, looking up at them.
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.)
"I'll leave once I know what you're trying to do here. What is this?" She responds, mustering up some courage, though she's growing somewhat scared as well.
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)
*:D*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Thirteen, a resident tabletop game lover, can’t help but investigate.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He snuffs out his cigarette and entwines his fingers, elbows on his little table. "If you need to touch up on your skills, I have some little things that will help." He picks up a long box and opens it. Inside are three items: a cigar guillotine with bandages and ointment, a pamphlet on chess rules with an almost empty roll of tape, and a stack of poker chips. Each has a price listed in chess pieces. The pamphlet costs three pawns, the chips cost five of them, and the guillotine costs a queen. "New items will be available every ten rounds."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Suddenly, a goatish maw is in her face, baring teeth as sharp as razors. "LEAVE. DO NOT COME BACK MISERABLE INTRUSO!" It snarls.
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 growls and grumbles but moves past her like a shadow "Let me wallow alone child.."
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