Cathan makes his slow approach, a cloud of spices around him driving any butterflies that get too close into a state of madness where they cannot detect him. "What's the matter, Scotty? We can't both be worthless hacks."
Felix walks in, blood running from his mouth. He begins to cook almost immediately.
Scott blinks, his nervous eyes darting to Cathan. "Do I.. know you?" He asked, confused.
William looks over, immediately his hackles raising. He walks over and crouches down "Who or what did that?"
The spice lord's red eyes bore into Scott. "No, but I know you. A stranger out of time and space. Lost, and begging for a glimpse of a prayer of a fragment of anything resembling hope." Other than his eyes, none of his head is visible under his scarf. The space between his irritated eyes is heavily burned and scarred.
Felix's only response is opening his mouth. A human ear falls out, along with a couple of his own teeth. He seems dazed.
*Whom would you like to rp? Damian, John, Grove, Benimaru, Ragnerious, or someone else?*
*Damian.*
William is outside, having a cup of espresso.
Damian is walking around in his adventuring gear(think Carmen Sandiego) just enjoying life, flipping a coin and occasionally drinking a bit to keep his tolerance up.
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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.'
Cathan makes his slow approach, a cloud of spices around him driving any butterflies that get too close into a state of madness where they cannot detect him. "What's the matter, Scotty? We can't both be worthless hacks."
Felix walks in, blood running from his mouth. He begins to cook almost immediately.
Scott blinks, his nervous eyes darting to Cathan. "Do I.. know you?" He asked, confused.
William looks over, immediately his hackles raising. He walks over and crouches down "Who or what did that?"
The spice lord's red eyes bore into Scott. "No, but I know you. A stranger out of time and space. Lost, and begging for a glimpse of a prayer of a fragment of anything resembling hope." Other than his eyes, none of his head is visible under his scarf. The space between his irritated eyes is heavily burned and scarred.
Felix's only response is opening his mouth. A human ear falls out, along with a couple of his own teeth. He seems dazed.
Scott chuckles "I suppose. I've never been a religious man but getting back home is making me want to pray to anything just to get out." He sighs and rubs his temples.
William blinks, not expecting that. He snaps his fingers "Felix. Listen to me. Listen to my voice. I need you you wake up for me."
*Whom would you like to rp? Damian, John, Grove, Benimaru, Ragnerious, or someone else?*
*Damian.*
William is outside, having a cup of espresso.
Damian is walking around in his adventuring gear(think Carmen Sandiego) just enjoying life, flipping a coin and occasionally drinking a bit to keep his tolerance up.
William looks up, his eyes narrowed. He closes his book he was reading, sipping his coffee.
*Whom would you like to rp? Damian, John, Grove, Benimaru, Ragnerious, or someone else?*
*Damian.*
William is outside, having a cup of espresso.
Damian is walking around in his adventuring gear(think Carmen Sandiego) just enjoying life, flipping a coin and occasionally drinking a bit to keep his tolerance up.
William looks up, his eyes narrowed. He closes his book he was reading, sipping his coffee.
Damian locks eyes with William, not completely grey anymore, a slight tinge of red coming back into them. He smiles at them.
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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 spice lord's red eyes bore into Scott. "No, but I know you. A stranger out of time and space. Lost, and begging for a glimpse of a prayer of a fragment of anything resembling hope." Other than his eyes, none of his head is visible under his scarf. The space between his irritated eyes is heavily burned and scarred.
Felix's only response is opening his mouth. A human ear falls out, along with a couple of his own teeth. He seems dazed.
Scott chuckles "I suppose. I've never been a religious man but getting back home is making me want to pray to anything just to get out." He sighs and rubs his temples.
William blinks, not expecting that. He snaps his fingers "Felix. Listen to me. Listen to my voice. I need you you wake up for me."
"Oh, darling Scotty! You don't need to pray! All you need is a little help from Mr. Sandman. Or, as it stands, Mr. Arometto." He pulls out a little piece of folded paper. "You've been dulled by flavor fatigue. Wanna taste something absolutely wild?"
Felix slowly turns his gaze to William. "The stars belong to us, and I refuse to leave any leftovers. Have you ever been to the Autumn Country, William? I'm doing great things there." He looks away. "People don't like great things these days."
*Whom would you like to rp? Damian, John, Grove, Benimaru, Ragnerious, or someone else?*
*Damian.*
William is outside, having a cup of espresso.
Damian is walking around in his adventuring gear(think Carmen Sandiego) just enjoying life, flipping a coin and occasionally drinking a bit to keep his tolerance up.
William looks up, his eyes narrowed. He closes his book he was reading, sipping his coffee.
Damian locks eyes with William, not completely grey anymore, a slight tinge of red coming back into them. He smiles at them.
The spice lord's red eyes bore into Scott. "No, but I know you. A stranger out of time and space. Lost, and begging for a glimpse of a prayer of a fragment of anything resembling hope." Other than his eyes, none of his head is visible under his scarf. The space between his irritated eyes is heavily burned and scarred.
Felix's only response is opening his mouth. A human ear falls out, along with a couple of his own teeth. He seems dazed.
Scott chuckles "I suppose. I've never been a religious man but getting back home is making me want to pray to anything just to get out." He sighs and rubs his temples.
William blinks, not expecting that. He snaps his fingers "Felix. Listen to me. Listen to my voice. I need you you wake up for me."
"Oh, darling Scotty! You don't need to pray! All you need is a little help from Mr. Sandman. Or, as it stands, Mr. Arometto." He pulls out a little piece of folded paper. "You've been dulled by flavor fatigue. Wanna taste something absolutely wild?"
Felix slowly turns his gaze to William. "The stars belong to us, and I refuse to leave any leftovers. Have you ever been to the Autumn Country, William? I'm doing great things there." He looks away. "People don't like great things these days."
"Drugs?" Scott raises a brow, tying back his already wild hair "I don't know about that... I already have issues with my mind.." He looks a little uneasy.
William's voice turns soft, even gentle, which is unusual "Felix, may I ask what you did?" He asks, a bit like a father with a child.
Yuri wrings her hands, grumbling to herself. A day and a half of building a simple metal frame has somehow made her feel more tired than usual. She has an idea in mind for the cart that she wants to build but, now that she has a better idea of it, she is starting to doubt the energy source of solar will be enough for it.
"A feeling of darkness staining the area like poison."
Scott is standing in a field, staring up at the sky in a trance again. Butterflies crawl over his skin like parasites drinking his emotions like blood. He is dressed in his sleepwear but his feet are dirty, suggesting he's been here for a while. He grips the book in one hand, his nails digging into the leather cover.
"Suddenly... I'm running for my life."
William is sitting in his kitchen, on top of the counter much like a cat. He is flipping through his cookbook, thinking. Too many people have gotten a little too close for his liking, much like The Larry, Damian, and Detective Nash. It makes his skin itch that he might need to leave this all behind, but he refuses to be captured, he refuses to be persecuted. He taps his fingers across the book, his eyes closing.
Loriche is out foraging for firewood and sees Yuri’s contraption. She stares at it from a distance, very impressed.
Yuri paces back and forth, thinking
“Whatcha making?” She calls to Yuri.
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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.
Yuri wrings her hands, grumbling to herself. A day and a half of building a simple metal frame has somehow made her feel more tired than usual. She has an idea in mind for the cart that she wants to build but, now that she has a better idea of it, she is starting to doubt the energy source of solar will be enough for it.
"A feeling of darkness staining the area like poison."
Scott is standing in a field, staring up at the sky in a trance again. Butterflies crawl over his skin like parasites drinking his emotions like blood. He is dressed in his sleepwear but his feet are dirty, suggesting he's been here for a while. He grips the book in one hand, his nails digging into the leather cover.
"Suddenly... I'm running for my life."
William is sitting in his kitchen, on top of the counter much like a cat. He is flipping through his cookbook, thinking. Too many people have gotten a little too close for his liking, much like The Larry, Damian, and Detective Nash. It makes his skin itch that he might need to leave this all behind, but he refuses to be captured, he refuses to be persecuted. He taps his fingers across the book, his eyes closing.
Loriche is out foraging for firewood and sees Yuri’s contraption. She stares at it from a distance, very impressed.
Yuri paces back and forth, thinking
“Whatcha making?” She calls to Yuri.
"I am looking to build an energy-efficient mode of transportation for the townsfolk that won't impact the natural world." She said, tying back her long hair.
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
"Oh, darling Scotty! You don't need to pray! All you need is a little help from Mr. Sandman. Or, as it stands, Mr. Arometto." He pulls out a little piece of folded paper. "You've been dulled by flavor fatigue. Wanna taste something absolutely wild?"
Felix slowly turns his gaze to William. "The stars belong to us, and I refuse to leave any leftovers. Have you ever been to the Autumn Country, William? I'm doing great things there." He looks away. "People don't like great things these days."
"Drugs?" Scott raises a brow, tying back his already wild hair "I don't know about that... I already have issues with my mind.." He looks a little uneasy.
William's voice turns soft, even gentle, which is unusual "Felix, may I ask what you did?" He asks, a bit like a father with a child.
"Oh, these aren't drugs! These are natural herbal remedies, all dosed and prescribed based on your specific predicament! I'm something of an illegal pharmacist, and I love giving people the help they need. I went for decades screaming and sobbing in bed, wanting to die of my pain and grief, under-medicated and unloved. But I worked up the confidence and courage to make a wonderful little spice cocktail for myself, and I realized I could do the same for everyone else. C'mon, buddy. Don't you want a break from the butterflies? The sickness? The screams?"
"We found a spelljammer, William. I'm going to cook the sun. They won't even know until a few million years later when it starts to dim. It takes so long for light from the center to reach the earth, you know. The big flowers love my work. I'm their best friend. After the stars, we'll cook Ragnorra, then later the gods. And then we'll make the perfect meal together, and I'll show the world how good I am."
Yuri wrings her hands, grumbling to herself. A day and a half of building a simple metal frame has somehow made her feel more tired than usual. She has an idea in mind for the cart that she wants to build but, now that she has a better idea of it, she is starting to doubt the energy source of solar will be enough for it.
"A feeling of darkness staining the area like poison."
Scott is standing in a field, staring up at the sky in a trance again. Butterflies crawl over his skin like parasites drinking his emotions like blood. He is dressed in his sleepwear but his feet are dirty, suggesting he's been here for a while. He grips the book in one hand, his nails digging into the leather cover.
"Suddenly... I'm running for my life."
William is sitting in his kitchen, on top of the counter much like a cat. He is flipping through his cookbook, thinking. Too many people have gotten a little too close for his liking, much like The Larry, Damian, and Detective Nash. It makes his skin itch that he might need to leave this all behind, but he refuses to be captured, he refuses to be persecuted. He taps his fingers across the book, his eyes closing.
Loriche is out foraging for firewood and sees Yuri’s contraption. She stares at it from a distance, very impressed.
Yuri paces back and forth, thinking
“Whatcha making?” She calls to Yuri.
"I am looking to build an energy-efficient mode of transportation for the townsfolk that won't impact the natural world." She said, tying back her long hair.
“Heh. Good luck.” Loriche walks over to her. “Any machine will have some kind of drawback in regards to nature.”
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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.
(Computer keeps restarting and since this is a school computer, I have to relogin to everything when it restarts)
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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
*Whom would you like to rp? Damian, John, Grove, Benimaru, Ragnerious, or someone else?*
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.)
The spice lord's red eyes bore into Scott. "No, but I know you. A stranger out of time and space. Lost, and begging for a glimpse of a prayer of a fragment of anything resembling hope." Other than his eyes, none of his head is visible under his scarf. The space between his irritated eyes is heavily burned and scarred.
Felix's only response is opening his mouth. A human ear falls out, along with a couple of his own teeth. He seems dazed.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Damian.*
William is outside, having a cup of espresso.
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
Damian is walking around in his adventuring gear(think Carmen Sandiego) just enjoying life, flipping a coin and occasionally drinking a bit to keep his tolerance up.
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.)
Scott chuckles "I suppose. I've never been a religious man but getting back home is making me want to pray to anything just to get out." He sighs and rubs his temples.
William blinks, not expecting that. He snaps his fingers "Felix. Listen to me. Listen to my voice. I need you you wake up for me."
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
William looks up, his eyes narrowed. He closes his book he was reading, sipping his coffee.
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
Damian locks eyes with William, not completely grey anymore, a slight tinge of red coming back into them. He smiles 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.)
"Oh, darling Scotty! You don't need to pray! All you need is a little help from Mr. Sandman. Or, as it stands, Mr. Arometto." He pulls out a little piece of folded paper. "You've been dulled by flavor fatigue. Wanna taste something absolutely wild?"
Felix slowly turns his gaze to William. "The stars belong to us, and I refuse to leave any leftovers. Have you ever been to the Autumn Country, William? I'm doing great things there." He looks away. "People don't like great things these days."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
William smiles back, baring his sharp teeth.
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
"Drugs?" Scott raises a brow, tying back his already wild hair "I don't know about that... I already have issues with my mind.." He looks a little uneasy.
William's voice turns soft, even gentle, which is unusual "Felix, may I ask what you did?" He asks, a bit like a father with a 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
Damian laughs and walks over, "Haven't seen you around. Nice to meet, name's Damian."
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.)
William chuckles "My name is Willaim, a pleasure to meet you, Damian." He says, nodding his head.
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
“Whatcha making?” She calls to Yuri.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"I am looking to build an energy-efficient mode of transportation for the townsfolk that won't impact the natural world." She said, tying back her long hair.
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
(well that's annoying)
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
"Oh, these aren't drugs! These are natural herbal remedies, all dosed and prescribed based on your specific predicament! I'm something of an illegal pharmacist, and I love giving people the help they need. I went for decades screaming and sobbing in bed, wanting to die of my pain and grief, under-medicated and unloved. But I worked up the confidence and courage to make a wonderful little spice cocktail for myself, and I realized I could do the same for everyone else. C'mon, buddy. Don't you want a break from the butterflies? The sickness? The screams?"
"We found a spelljammer, William. I'm going to cook the sun. They won't even know until a few million years later when it starts to dim. It takes so long for light from the center to reach the earth, you know. The big flowers love my work. I'm their best friend. After the stars, we'll cook Ragnorra, then later the gods. And then we'll make the perfect meal together, and I'll show the world how good I am."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*You good?*
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
“Heh. Good luck.” Loriche walks over to her. “Any machine will have some kind of drawback in regards to nature.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
(Computer keeps restarting and since this is a school computer, I have to relogin to everything when it restarts)
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
"William, that is a good name." He sits in a chair that just suddenly appears "Have you heard about what has been happening around town?"
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.)