(Computer keeps restarting and since this is a school computer, I have to relogin to everything when it restarts)
*Darn girl, im sorry :[*
(makes it difficult to get stuff done)
*Have you looked into a new one?*
(Since this just started happening, i'm going to see if it fixes itself. If not, I'll talk to the school about getting a new one)
*Have you done a hard reset?*
(I have not. Going to try that now)
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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
"Antidepressants, painkillers, (GP)ing Ritalin. It's all mind-altering. This is an herbal remedy to writer's block. It works perfectly with no side effects bar irritation in the taste receptors, the kind you'd get from a jalapeno. It's going to be fine, buddy. I didn't become the world's premiere spice mixer by making bad products."
"Thank you. All I have are you and Helianth, and I don't want to lose either of you." He closes his big, pink, swirling eyes. "You're my favorite chef, sir."
*Felix is William's baby boy.*
*You got Cathan giving Scott drugs and William being a dad for Felix. This is what D&D is about.*
Scott sighs and opens his book, writing something down. Suddenly a thermos of coffee appears. He opens it and pours the spices into the bitter bean water. He stares at it for a moment before drinking it.
William's body locks up for a second, his movements slowing as he becomes rigid. He reaches forward and hugs Felix "You are my favorite... anything. Friend, coworker, employee... You are probably the only creature, alive or dead, that I have been close to in awhile. I want you to do well, I want you to be able to surpass every chef out there Felix. I want you to succeed."
*I just realized how similar Cathan and Felix are. Cathan was basically obliterated by his own military and then ignored when he came to his country for help, and Felix was emotionally abused by his customers and was ignored when he went to his family for help. They're both broken and reshaped into utterly vile people with a strange culinary skill set, and they are both desperate to be the best at their craft.*
Scott hears Cathan's terrible laugh ("Hhhhakekekeke!!") as he goes on a little trip. Anything lingering in his brain that is not related to his current thoughts or anxieties is fair game. Repressed memories, ancient traumas, what he almost forgot in school, things he made up 10 years ago and discarded immediately... it's like a very in-depth dream, but without that drifting feeling. Like it's all there to be remembered.
Tears fall from Felix's face, mingling with his blood as the bodily fluids drip onto William's clothes. "Thank you. Thank you. You're the best boss I could ask for. I wish I had you as my master growing up."
"Antidepressants, painkillers, (GP)ing Ritalin. It's all mind-altering. This is an herbal remedy to writer's block. It works perfectly with no side effects bar irritation in the taste receptors, the kind you'd get from a jalapeno. It's going to be fine, buddy. I didn't become the world's premiere spice mixer by making bad products."
"Thank you. All I have are you and Helianth, and I don't want to lose either of you." He closes his big, pink, swirling eyes. "You're my favorite chef, sir."
*Felix is William's baby boy.*
*You got Cathan giving Scott drugs and William being a dad for Felix. This is what D&D is about.*
Scott sighs and opens his book, writing something down. Suddenly a thermos of coffee appears. He opens it and pours the spices into the bitter bean water. He stares at it for a moment before drinking it.
William's body locks up for a second, his movements slowing as he becomes rigid. He reaches forward and hugs Felix "You are my favorite... anything. Friend, coworker, employee... You are probably the only creature, alive or dead, that I have been close to in awhile. I want you to do well, I want you to be able to surpass every chef out there Felix. I want you to succeed."
*I just realized how similar Cathan and Felix are. Cathan was basically obliterated by his own military and then ignored when he came to his country for help, and Felix was emotionally abused by his customers and was ignored when he went to his family for help. They're both broken and reshaped into utterly vile people with a strange culinary skill set, and they are both desperate to be the best at their craft.*
Scott hears Cathan's terrible laugh ("Hhhhakekekeke!!") as he goes on a little trip. Anything lingering in his brain that is not related to his current thoughts or anxieties is fair game. Repressed memories, ancient traumas, what he almost forgot in school, things he made up 10 years ago and discarded immediately... it's like a very in-depth dream, but without that drifting feeling. Like it's all there to be remembered.
Tears fall from Felix's face, mingling with his blood as the bodily fluids drip onto William's clothes. "Thank you. Thank you. You're the best boss I could ask for. I wish I had you as my master growing up."
*Cathan was military?... [Glances at Sebastian, the three-headed golden skull-masked Purgatory Chef who was a part of the military during his time alive]*
Scott sits on the ground, groaning "Ohhhhhhhhh jeez....." He mutters, tripping.
William smiles and sets him down in his office chair, getting him an icepack. He makes a few calls on his sending stone, pacing around and making deals and bribes to get someone here fast.
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.”
"I know, which is why I am going over each scenario." She said "I assumed solar would be best but now that I look at it more, it could cause more issues than good."
“How so?”
"The metals needed to forge the solar panels would cause issues as well as release toxic gases into the air."
“Oh. So what else are you considering?”
"Perhaps a self-sustaining arcane source that won't die off for awhile." She says, shrugging "But a stable canister would be needed to hold it."
“Hey, I could help you with that!” Loriche says excitedly. “It sounds like you’d want something with quite a bit of adamant, which is rare but since it comes from meteors and stuff it’s ecologically friendly. And you’d want equal parts cobalt and tungsten to help reinforce it and add resistance to both wear and corrosion.”
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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.
“Heh. Good luck.” Loriche walks over to her. “Any machine will have some kind of drawback in regards to nature.”
"I know, which is why I am going over each scenario." She said "I assumed solar would be best but now that I look at it more, it could cause more issues than good."
“How so?”
"The metals needed to forge the solar panels would cause issues as well as release toxic gases into the air."
“Oh. So what else are you considering?”
"Perhaps a self-sustaining arcane source that won't die off for awhile." She says, shrugging "But a stable canister would be needed to hold it."
“Hey, I could help you with that!” Loriche says excitedly. “It sounds like you’d want something with quite a bit of adamant, which is rare but since it comes from meteors and stuff it’s ecologically friendly. And you’d want equal parts cobalt and tungsten to help reinforce it and add resistance to both wear and corrosion.”
"Hm.. That could work. Say, if I paid you for your work, could you make that for me? I have to work on the frame so far but this would really help out my work load."
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.”
"I know, which is why I am going over each scenario." She said "I assumed solar would be best but now that I look at it more, it could cause more issues than good."
“How so?”
"The metals needed to forge the solar panels would cause issues as well as release toxic gases into the air."
“Oh. So what else are you considering?”
"Perhaps a self-sustaining arcane source that won't die off for awhile." She says, shrugging "But a stable canister would be needed to hold it."
“Hey, I could help you with that!” Loriche says excitedly. “It sounds like you’d want something with quite a bit of adamant, which is rare but since it comes from meteors and stuff it’s ecologically friendly. And you’d want equal parts cobalt and tungsten to help reinforce it and add resistance to both wear and corrosion.”
"Hm.. That could work. Say, if I paid you for your work, could you make that for me? I have to work on the frame so far but this would really help out my work load."
“Sure thing!” Loriche hurries back to her camp to start the process of fabricating such a thing.
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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.
“Heh. Good luck.” Loriche walks over to her. “Any machine will have some kind of drawback in regards to nature.”
"I know, which is why I am going over each scenario." She said "I assumed solar would be best but now that I look at it more, it could cause more issues than good."
“How so?”
"The metals needed to forge the solar panels would cause issues as well as release toxic gases into the air."
“Oh. So what else are you considering?”
"Perhaps a self-sustaining arcane source that won't die off for awhile." She says, shrugging "But a stable canister would be needed to hold it."
“Hey, I could help you with that!” Loriche says excitedly. “It sounds like you’d want something with quite a bit of adamant, which is rare but since it comes from meteors and stuff it’s ecologically friendly. And you’d want equal parts cobalt and tungsten to help reinforce it and add resistance to both wear and corrosion.”
"Hm.. That could work. Say, if I paid you for your work, could you make that for me? I have to work on the frame so far but this would really help out my work load."
“Sure thing!” Loriche hurries back to her camp to start the process of fabricating such a thing.
(Computer keeps restarting and since this is a school computer, I have to relogin to everything when it restarts)
*Darn girl, im sorry :[*
(makes it difficult to get stuff done)
*Have you looked into a new one?*
(Since this just started happening, i'm going to see if it fixes itself. If not, I'll talk to the school about getting a new one)
*Have you done a hard reset?*
(I have not. Going to try that now)
*Noice.*
(hopefully that worked)
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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
*Good morning. Im very frustrated and have come up with a way to kill off all of my characters*
(why would you want to?)
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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
(I have not. Going to try that now)
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
*Noice.*
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 difference is understanding, but I'm not going to start getting philosophical until I'm really drunk."
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 suppose." He said, tilting 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
*I just realized how similar Cathan and Felix are. Cathan was basically obliterated by his own military and then ignored when he came to his country for help, and Felix was emotionally abused by his customers and was ignored when he went to his family for help. They're both broken and reshaped into utterly vile people with a strange culinary skill set, and they are both desperate to be the best at their craft.*
Scott hears Cathan's terrible laugh ("Hhhhakekekeke!!") as he goes on a little trip. Anything lingering in his brain that is not related to his current thoughts or anxieties is fair game. Repressed memories, ancient traumas, what he almost forgot in school, things he made up 10 years ago and discarded immediately... it's like a very in-depth dream, but without that drifting feeling. Like it's all there to be remembered.
Tears fall from Felix's face, mingling with his blood as the bodily fluids drip onto William's clothes. "Thank you. Thank you. You're the best boss I could ask for. I wish I had you as my master growing up."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(Hewwo! :3)
The one who wants to hug quite literally everyone, for no reason whatsoever. Get him to an Asylum.
Just some guy who likes memes and DND!
Some may know me as a particularly goofy vermin if you play a Sonic game where you commit blasts of robo...2...
(online Monday-Friday from 8:00 to 3:00) (Most of the time.)
First ACTUAL RP character as a SHEET!!! He's a foxfolk.
Hewwo! ^w^ You wanna see a surprise? :3
*Cathan was military?... [Glances at Sebastian, the three-headed golden skull-masked Purgatory Chef who was a part of the military during his time alive]*
Scott sits on the ground, groaning "Ohhhhhhhhh jeez....." He mutters, tripping.
William smiles and sets him down in his office chair, getting him an icepack. He makes a few calls on his sending stone, pacing around and making deals and bribes to get someone here fast.
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
“Hey, I could help you with that!” Loriche says excitedly. “It sounds like you’d want something with quite a bit of adamant, which is rare but since it comes from meteors and stuff it’s ecologically friendly. And you’d want equal parts cobalt and tungsten to help reinforce it and add resistance to both wear and corrosion.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Hm.. That could work. Say, if I paid you for your work, could you make that for me? I have to work on the frame so far but this would really help out my work load."
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 laughs and drinks from his flask "Don't worry, that will take a while."
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.)
“Sure thing!” Loriche hurries back to her camp to start the process of fabricating such a thing.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"What will hm?" he asked, raising a brow. His tone is clipped but falsely friendly.
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
"Thank you!" She chirps
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
*Good morning. Im very frustrated and have come up with a way to kill off all of my characters*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*w h i c h o n e*
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
(hopefully that worked)
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
*All of them*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(why would you want to?)
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
*Hopefully.*
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
*I will bite you Theren >:[*
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