He sighs and shoots out her other knee. "Kindness is a virtue." he says. "And tell those corpos that the assassins wont work. I got a sandy, and a good one at that."
She falls asleep soon after to the sound of their snores.
She screams, blood and enraged before trying whatever she can to get away and to someone who isn't going to shoot her, preferably.
*good end or nah?*
X steps on her back. "Promise you'll deliver the message, yeah?"
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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.
He sighs and shoots out her other knee. "Kindness is a virtue." he says. "And tell those corpos that the assassins wont work. I got a sandy, and a good one at that."
She falls asleep soon after to the sound of their snores.
She screams, blood and enraged before trying whatever she can to get away and to someone who isn't going to shoot her, preferably.
*good end or nah?*
X steps on her back. "Promise you'll deliver the message, yeah?"
*If you want to end there, sure.*
"[gp] you and the ground you walk on, scum." She spits at their feet.
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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.'
He sighs and shoots out her other knee. "Kindness is a virtue." he says. "And tell those corpos that the assassins wont work. I got a sandy, and a good one at that."
She falls asleep soon after to the sound of their snores.
She screams, blood and enraged before trying whatever she can to get away and to someone who isn't going to shoot her, preferably.
*good end or nah?*
X steps on her back. "Promise you'll deliver the message, yeah?"
*If you want to end there, sure.*
"[gp] you and the ground you walk on, scum." She spits at their feet.
*Yes please!*
he sighs, pressing his pistol to her skull. "Come on choom, dont be difficult."
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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.
He temples his fingers and watches you with interest.
The eye comes back after a moment, and he shakes his head, "Nothing from what I know."
“Nothing. Not a thing. Shame.” He stands up and looks like he is about to say something, and then decides not to. And then decides to do it anyway, “I might know of someone who… may be able to locate it…”
He keeps himself from grabbing their shirt, a visible effort to do so, blinking before calming himself to ask "Who? Where are they? I NEED my body back."
*Sorry, I was moving furniture.*
"Well, he would only be able to tell you where it is. Probably. He lives very far away, it shouldn't take long to get there." He seems hesitant for a moment but then he makes up his mind, "Alright then, I'll show you the way." He looks at the ring of flowers and they begin to wither and die. In their place, toadstools and fungus spring up. And then the ground seems to give way beneath you... dropping... dropping...
He temples his fingers and watches you with interest.
The eye comes back after a moment, and he shakes his head, "Nothing from what I know."
“Nothing. Not a thing. Shame.” He stands up and looks like he is about to say something, and then decides not to. And then decides to do it anyway, “I might know of someone who… may be able to locate it…”
He keeps himself from grabbing their shirt, a visible effort to do so, blinking before calming himself to ask "Who? Where are they? I NEED my body back."
*Sorry, I was moving furniture.*
"Well, he would only be able to tell you where it is. Probably. He lives very far away, it shouldn't take long to get there." He seems hesitant for a moment but then he makes up his mind, "Alright then, I'll show you the way." He looks at the ring of flowers and they begin to wither and die. In their place, toadstools and fungus spring up. And then the ground seems to give way beneath you... dropping... dropping...
*Oh yay, it's been a while since I've seen Autumn, you trying to bring it back? Give it one more go at life? I'll intro him there, gonna do some homework and stuff though.*
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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.'
He temples his fingers and watches you with interest.
The eye comes back after a moment, and he shakes his head, "Nothing from what I know."
“Nothing. Not a thing. Shame.” He stands up and looks like he is about to say something, and then decides not to. And then decides to do it anyway, “I might know of someone who… may be able to locate it…”
He keeps himself from grabbing their shirt, a visible effort to do so, blinking before calming himself to ask "Who? Where are they? I NEED my body back."
*Sorry, I was moving furniture.*
"Well, he would only be able to tell you where it is. Probably. He lives very far away, it shouldn't take long to get there." He seems hesitant for a moment but then he makes up his mind, "Alright then, I'll show you the way." He looks at the ring of flowers and they begin to wither and die. In their place, toadstools and fungus spring up. And then the ground seems to give way beneath you... dropping... dropping...
*Oh yay, it's been a while since I've seen Autumn, you trying to bring it back? Give it one more go at life? I'll intro him there, gonna do some homework and stuff though.*
*I'm mostly just trying to use some characters from it and it would make more sense for this to happen there. But if other folks want to play there then that would be a happy little accident. No worries about the homework. If you have to go or take a break that's fine. I can always continue it later.*
*I have an idea, for a crime family run restaurant, and the crime family is a band of misfits sorta deal. I don't know what I'll do yet, don't know what story I'll make, but I'm thinking. Would anyone be interested in a mafia band of misfits style deal, the leader might be the Stugel I've been waiting to make.*
*Eh, wanna write an intro for my first mafia member, lets get going.*
Today is a good day, for most people anyway, the town is happy, the streets are just bustling with people and new travelers, shops are opening, people are talking, new friends being made and life growing that little bit better. Not Zane, Zane decided to make a loan he couldn't pay because he decided to gamble it all away, and he's had chance after chance to pay it back, now he doesn't get any more time, now he pays.
Zane backs up into a dark alley as someone approaches, a winged tiefling, dressed in red with a deep cut shirt, baggy pants of brown and red colors, a constantly burning lantern on his belt, with long and well kept hair, giving off a kind of Greaser look, and a knife held limply in each of his palms, burning with magical runes etched into each of them. He's fit but not strong, the muscles he does have obvious more vanity than actual strength. He tosses one of the knives in his hands as he approaches them, slitted, cat-like eyes staring down at them. He doesn't speak, but Zane knows what he's here for, he tries to beg as he back farther and farther into the alley, into the encroaching darkness as if it were his only safety. The tiefling's bare feet slap against the cobblestone street before he stops in front of them, leaning down and speaking softly, his voice with an accent, adding to the Greaser assumption, smiling the smallest bit, "Don't scream, makes it hurt more." And stabs them in the cheek with one of the burning knives before immediately taking it out, the wound cauterizing almost immediately after being made. Zane can't help but scream as the tiefling begins walking off, tossing his knives in-between his hands.
*Eh, wanna write an intro for my first mafia member, lets get going.*
Today is a good day, for most people anyway, the town is happy, the streets are just bustling with people and new travelers, shops are opening, people are talking, new friends being made and life growing that little bit better. Not Zane, Zane decided to make a loan he couldn't pay because he decided to gamble it all away, and he's had chance after chance to pay it back, now he doesn't get any more time, now he pays.
Zane backs up into a dark alley as someone approaches, a winged tiefling, dressed in red with a deep cut shirt, baggy pants of brown and red colors, a constantly burning lantern on his belt, with long and well kept hair, giving off a kind of Greaser look, and a knife held limply in each of his palms, burning with magical runes etched into each of them. He tosses one of the knives in his hands as he approaches them, slitted, cat-like eyes staring down at them. He doesn't speak, but Zane knows what he's here for, he tries to beg as he back farther and farther into the alley, into the encroaching darkness as if it were his only safety. The tiefling's bare feet slap against the cobblestone street before he stops in front of them, leaning down and speaking softly, his voice with an accent, smiling the smallest bit, "Don't scream, makes it hurt more." And stabs them in the cheek with one of the burning knives before immediately taking it out, the wound cauterizing almost immediately after being made. Zane can't help but scream as the tiefling begins walking off, tossing his knives in-between his hands.
A sweet, dark smell, like chocolate chip cookies and brewing coffee, fills the alley as a towering man stands up from behind a dumpster. His features are human, but inhuman. Something off by a hair. Too clean, too beautiful, too mundane. He could be anyone. Short dark hair, big dark eyes, spectacles. Fine clothes, gold pocketwatch, pale skin, perfect-beyond-perfect teeth.
Rats and insects scurry off of his body, leaving no filth or marks. He puts a hand on Zane's shoulder and pulls him close, whispering caressing nonsense into his ear. Have Zane make a WIS save vs 36
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Eh, wanna write an intro for my first mafia member, lets get going.*
Today is a good day, for most people anyway, the town is happy, the streets are just bustling with people and new travelers, shops are opening, people are talking, new friends being made and life growing that little bit better. Not Zane, Zane decided to make a loan he couldn't pay because he decided to gamble it all away, and he's had chance after chance to pay it back, now he doesn't get any more time, now he pays.
Zane backs up into a dark alley as someone approaches, a winged tiefling, dressed in red with a deep cut shirt, baggy pants of brown and red colors, a constantly burning lantern on his belt, with long and well kept hair, giving off a kind of Greaser look, and a knife held limply in each of his palms, burning with magical runes etched into each of them. He tosses one of the knives in his hands as he approaches them, slitted, cat-like eyes staring down at them. He doesn't speak, but Zane knows what he's here for, he tries to beg as he back farther and farther into the alley, into the encroaching darkness as if it were his only safety. The tiefling's bare feet slap against the cobblestone street before he stops in front of them, leaning down and speaking softly, his voice with an accent, smiling the smallest bit, "Don't scream, makes it hurt more." And stabs them in the cheek with one of the burning knives before immediately taking it out, the wound cauterizing almost immediately after being made. Zane can't help but scream as the tiefling begins walking off, tossing his knives in-between his hands.
A sweet, dark smell, like chocolate chip cookies and brewing coffee, fills the alley as a towering man stands up from behind a dumpster. His features are human, but inhuman. Something off by a hair. Too clean, too beautiful, too mundane. He could be anyone. Short dark hair, big dark eyes, spectacles. Fine clothes, gold pocketwatch, pale skin, perfect-beyond-perfect teeth.
Rats and insects scurry off of his body, leaving no filth or marks. He puts a hand on Zane's shoulder and pulls him close, whispering caressing nonsense into his ear. Have Zane make a WIS save vs 30
*Not the character he was suppose to interact with, but I want Zane to be a character too.*
Anyway, there is no chance Zane could possibly save against a DC 30 Wis Save, he's still so confused and terrified by this all.
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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 sweet, dark smell, like chocolate chip cookies and brewing coffee, fills the alley as a towering man stands up from behind a dumpster. His features are human, but inhuman. Something off by a hair. Too clean, too beautiful, too mundane. He could be anyone. Short dark hair, big dark eyes, spectacles. Fine clothes, gold pocketwatch, pale skin, perfect-beyond-perfect teeth.
Rats and insects scurry off of his body, leaving no filth or marks. He puts a hand on Zane's shoulder and pulls him close, whispering caressing nonsense into his ear. Have Zane make a WIS save vs 30
*Not the character he was suppose to interact with, but I want Zane to be a character too.*
Anyway, there is no chance Zane could possibly save against a DC 30 Wis Save, he's still so confused and terrified by this all.
He feels... comforted. Loved. The words make sense, making him feel as though a friend were reassuring him. This is a friend, and he wants to help.
"Don't be afraid. It's only pain so far. Stay calm for me, alright? It'll get better. You can do this."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A sweet, dark smell, like chocolate chip cookies and brewing coffee, fills the alley as a towering man stands up from behind a dumpster. His features are human, but inhuman. Something off by a hair. Too clean, too beautiful, too mundane. He could be anyone. Short dark hair, big dark eyes, spectacles. Fine clothes, gold pocketwatch, pale skin, perfect-beyond-perfect teeth.
Rats and insects scurry off of his body, leaving no filth or marks. He puts a hand on Zane's shoulder and pulls him close, whispering caressing nonsense into his ear. Have Zane make a WIS save vs 30
*Not the character he was suppose to interact with, but I want Zane to be a character too.*
Anyway, there is no chance Zane could possibly save against a DC 30 Wis Save, he's still so confused and terrified by this all.
He feels... comforted. Loved. The words make sense, making him feel as though a friend were reassuring him. This is a friend, and he wants to help.
"Don't be afraid. It's only pain so far. Stay calm for me, alright? It'll get better. You can do this."
He looks up to them, his eyes glistening with the beginnings of tears before taking a deep breath. He's still trembling, but calmer now, he doesn't know what to do, he's broke, soon he'll be out of a job, and after that, what next? "T-thank you sir." His accent foreign.
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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.'
He feels... comforted. Loved. The words make sense, making him feel as though a friend were reassuring him. This is a friend, and he wants to help.
"Don't be afraid. It's only pain so far. Stay calm for me, alright? It'll get better. You can do this."
He looks up to them, his eyes glistening with the beginnings of tears before taking a deep breath. He's still trembling, but calmer now, he doesn't know what to do, he's broke, soon he'll be out of a job, and after that, what next? "T-thank you sir." His accent foreign.
His breath carries the same deep, dark scent he exudes through his skin. His jaw shifts slightly. "My name is Otto." He speaks in an identical accent. The smell is like an abyss, fraying common sense and logic. Otto is a good friend, and even if he doesn't know what to do yet, he'll do his best.
"What talents do you have? Anything you can use. Art, science, violence. I see you have two working hands, but surely you're more valuable than your fingers would suggest."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He feels... comforted. Loved. The words make sense, making him feel as though a friend were reassuring him. This is a friend, and he wants to help.
"Don't be afraid. It's only pain so far. Stay calm for me, alright? It'll get better. You can do this."
He looks up to them, his eyes glistening with the beginnings of tears before taking a deep breath. He's still trembling, but calmer now, he doesn't know what to do, he's broke, soon he'll be out of a job, and after that, what next? "T-thank you sir." His accent foreign.
His breath carries the same deep, dark scent he exudes through his skin. His jaw shifts slightly. "My name is Otto." He speaks in an identical accent. The smell is like an abyss, fraying common sense and logic. Otto is a good friend, and even if he doesn't know what to do yet, he'll do his best.
"What talents do you have? Anything you can use. Art, science, violence. I see you have two working hands, but surely you're more valuable than your fingers would suggest."
"... I make things, I'm a crafter... and a little bit of a musician too, I'm a bard and artificer." He pushes himself to his feet, leaning against the trashcan next to him, taking his broken glasses off the ground, "I'm sorry, I'm broke... I can't pay you for your help, and I don't have anything to make with... anymore."
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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.'
Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
I like cheese.
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*good end or nah?*
X steps on her back. "Promise you'll deliver the message, yeah?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*If you want to end there, sure.*
"[gp] you and the ground you walk on, scum." She spits at their feet.
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.)
*Yes please!*
he sighs, pressing his pistol to her skull. "Come on choom, dont be difficult."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She takes a moment to think it over, "[gp]ing fine, I'll send the message, you're not worth the money anyway."
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.)
"Cheers." he says healing her knees and relocating her arm. "Be a better person miss."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She looks utterly confused as the tissues reconnect and she rolls her shoulder "I... will be."
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, I was moving furniture.*
"Well, he would only be able to tell you where it is. Probably. He lives very far away, it shouldn't take long to get there." He seems hesitant for a moment but then he makes up his mind, "Alright then, I'll show you the way." He looks at the ring of flowers and they begin to wither and die. In their place, toadstools and fungus spring up. And then the ground seems to give way beneath you... dropping... dropping...
falling...
falling.....
falling...
FALL
*That's a link by the way. To another thread.*
*Oh yay, it's been a while since I've seen Autumn, you trying to bring it back? Give it one more go at life? I'll intro him there, gonna do some homework and stuff though.*
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'm mostly just trying to use some characters from it and it would make more sense for this to happen there. But if other folks want to play there then that would be a happy little accident. No worries about the homework. If you have to go or take a break that's fine. I can always continue it later.*
*Hello, would anyone like to rp?*
Uriel is out in a battlefield a couple hundred feet into the forest, combing through the remains
*Welp, quiet now*
*I have an idea, for a crime family run restaurant, and the crime family is a band of misfits sorta deal. I don't know what I'll do yet, don't know what story I'll make, but I'm thinking. Would anyone be interested in a mafia band of misfits style deal, the leader might be the Stugel I've been waiting to make.*
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.)
*Eh, wanna write an intro for my first mafia member, lets get going.*
Today is a good day, for most people anyway, the town is happy, the streets are just bustling with people and new travelers, shops are opening, people are talking, new friends being made and life growing that little bit better. Not Zane, Zane decided to make a loan he couldn't pay because he decided to gamble it all away, and he's had chance after chance to pay it back, now he doesn't get any more time, now he pays.
Zane backs up into a dark alley as someone approaches, a winged tiefling, dressed in red with a deep cut shirt, baggy pants of brown and red colors, a constantly burning lantern on his belt, with long and well kept hair, giving off a kind of Greaser look, and a knife held limply in each of his palms, burning with magical runes etched into each of them. He's fit but not strong, the muscles he does have obvious more vanity than actual strength. He tosses one of the knives in his hands as he approaches them, slitted, cat-like eyes staring down at them. He doesn't speak, but Zane knows what he's here for, he tries to beg as he back farther and farther into the alley, into the encroaching darkness as if it were his only safety. The tiefling's bare feet slap against the cobblestone street before he stops in front of them, leaning down and speaking softly, his voice with an accent, adding to the Greaser assumption, smiling the smallest bit, "Don't scream, makes it hurt more." And stabs them in the cheek with one of the burning knives before immediately taking it out, the wound cauterizing almost immediately after being made. Zane can't help but scream as the tiefling begins walking off, tossing his knives in-between his hands.
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.)
A sweet, dark smell, like chocolate chip cookies and brewing coffee, fills the alley as a towering man stands up from behind a dumpster. His features are human, but inhuman. Something off by a hair. Too clean, too beautiful, too mundane. He could be anyone. Short dark hair, big dark eyes, spectacles. Fine clothes, gold pocketwatch, pale skin, perfect-beyond-perfect teeth.
Rats and insects scurry off of his body, leaving no filth or marks. He puts a hand on Zane's shoulder and pulls him close, whispering caressing nonsense into his ear. Have Zane make a WIS save vs 36
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Not the character he was suppose to interact with, but I want Zane to be a character too.*
Anyway, there is no chance Zane could possibly save against a DC 30 Wis Save, he's still so confused and terrified by this all.
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.)
He feels... comforted. Loved. The words make sense, making him feel as though a friend were reassuring him. This is a friend, and he wants to help.
"Don't be afraid. It's only pain so far. Stay calm for me, alright? It'll get better. You can do this."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He looks up to them, his eyes glistening with the beginnings of tears before taking a deep breath. He's still trembling, but calmer now, he doesn't know what to do, he's broke, soon he'll be out of a job, and after that, what next? "T-thank you sir." His accent foreign.
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.)
His breath carries the same deep, dark scent he exudes through his skin. His jaw shifts slightly. "My name is Otto." He speaks in an identical accent. The smell is like an abyss, fraying common sense and logic. Otto is a good friend, and even if he doesn't know what to do yet, he'll do his best.
"What talents do you have? Anything you can use. Art, science, violence. I see you have two working hands, but surely you're more valuable than your fingers would suggest."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"... I make things, I'm a crafter... and a little bit of a musician too, I'm a bard and artificer." He pushes himself to his feet, leaning against the trashcan next to him, taking his broken glasses off the ground, "I'm sorry, I'm broke... I can't pay you for your help, and I don't have anything to make with... anymore."
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.)
Neave is standing in the shadows.
Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
I like cheese.