Rag is being Rag, which means he’s working out best he can.
John is napping as well as Grove, the suit of armor and the man in armor taking a rest in the tavern.
Benimaru is defeating the infernals that have been created by the bugs he doesn’t know about.
A highly-complex, bottle green and pink wheelchair rolls up. There is a canopy over it, shadowing the owner. The spokes of the wheels seem to be articulated mannequin arms. A pair of shining spectacles, curly-toed boots, and heat-proof gloves on the surreal controls are the only visible parts of the lanky being inside. They don't say a thing, but whoever is inside doesn't give off any aura of power or menace. Odds are they actually need that wheelchair.
The wheelchairs individual approaches the true giant that is Ragnerious, who is carrying several trees on his back, his legs soaked in sweat as he does an inhuman number of squats, so inhuman in fact that when they approaches they heard Rag counting to the millions, an aura of unshakable strength and an abundance of heroism coming from him.
Luffy is wandering the woods Jax and Reese are sitting in the tavern, at seperate tables
Reese hears an unfamiliar sound from outside, seemingly calling her without words
Heeding the beckoning of the sound, she walks out of the tavern, trying to find the source
It seems to come from a nearby forest, along with an enticing smell
She pads along faster, eventually dropping to all fours to run to this source.
other animals seem to be doing so too, leading to a clearing with a cheeseboard in the middle
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
A highly-complex, bottle green and pink wheelchair rolls up. There is a canopy over it, shadowing the owner. The spokes of the wheels seem to be articulated mannequin arms. A pair of shining spectacles, curly-toed boots, and heat-proof gloves on the surreal controls are the only visible parts of the lanky being inside. They don't say a thing, but whoever is inside doesn't give off any aura of power or menace. Odds are they actually need that wheelchair.
The wheelchairs individual approaches the true giant that is Ragnerious, who is carrying several trees on his back, his legs soaked in sweat as he does an inhuman number of squats, so inhuman in fact that when they approaches they heard Rag counting to the millions, an aura of unshakable strength and an abundance of heroism coming from him.
The wheelchair shifts, a counter appearing over the owner's legs. The figure within lovingly places a little sign of ancient petrified wood on the counter:
CANDYMAN
1 copper a candy, 1 free candy per person per day
Fresh made, new flavors every day
Try them all!
The thin hands retreat into the black and pull out a little bell and some candies, which it scatters across the wooden counter before ringing the bell softly.
A highly-complex, bottle green and pink wheelchair rolls up. There is a canopy over it, shadowing the owner. The spokes of the wheels seem to be articulated mannequin arms. A pair of shining spectacles, curly-toed boots, and heat-proof gloves on the surreal controls are the only visible parts of the lanky being inside. They don't say a thing, but whoever is inside doesn't give off any aura of power or menace. Odds are they actually need that wheelchair.
The wheelchairs individual approaches the true giant that is Ragnerious, who is carrying several trees on his back, his legs soaked in sweat as he does an inhuman number of squats, so inhuman in fact that when they approaches they heard Rag counting to the millions, an aura of unshakable strength and an abundance of heroism coming from him.
The wheelchair shifts, a counter appearing over the owner's legs. The figure within lovingly places a little sign of ancient petrified wood on the counter:
CANDYMAN
1 copper a candy, 1 free candy per person per day
Fresh made, new flavors every day
Try them all!
The thin hands retreat into the black and pull out a little bell and some candies, which it scatters across the wooden counter before ringing the bell softly.
Rag places his trees down for a moment, sitting down and yet still towering over the old man. He reaches for belt and pulls out a bag of gold, giving it to the old man “One candy please. You can keep the rest, I don’t need it, and didn’t before.” He then patiently waits for the candy piece.
He catches the gold in his skinny hand, and casts it to the ground. "I don't need your charity," he spits, blood and lymph running down his lips. His voice immediately softens, sounding more like an upset mother than a deranged monster as he rewraps the mangled mess that is his skull. "I just wanted to help..."
"I don't need help, thank you.. some people need to find their own way of dealing with things, 'kay?.."
"And some people should just lay there and rot instead of getting help, right?" He sounds angry. "Oh, sure, you're fine, but what about the next person? Or the next? You think something that suppresses natural appetites is worth four (GP)ing silver a dose?! WRONG! I was giving you a deal so good the corps would bawl their eyes out. I worked for them... once..." His tone turns dreamy. "They sent me out on the front lines. Isn't that funny? And when I got burned by their own (GP)ing weapons, they refused to help me. I was a botanist. I had no training. Look at me. Do I look okay? Do I look like I needed help? YES!! All those people suffer, and you don't care. You're rotten, just like them..." He draws a pocket pistol and aims directly at Jax's face, before clutching his own head, screaming and crying as he curls up in a ball, dropping his gun in the grass next to him.
The wheelchair shifts, a counter appearing over the owner's legs. The figure within lovingly places a little sign of ancient petrified wood on the counter:
CANDYMAN
1 copper a candy, 1 free candy per person per day
Fresh made, new flavors every day
Try them all!
The thin hands retreat into the black and pull out a little bell and some candies, which it scatters across the wooden counter before ringing the bell softly.
Rag places his trees down for a moment, sitting down and yet still towering over the old man. He reaches for belt and pulls out a bag of gold, giving it to the old man “One candy please. You can keep the rest, I don’t need it, and didn’t before.” He then patiently waits for the candy piece.
The old man takes the bag and offers a little candy sculpture... of Rag's grandfather. It's immaculately detailed. The old man starts to chuckle.
The wheelchair shifts, a counter appearing over the owner's legs. The figure within lovingly places a little sign of ancient petrified wood on the counter:
CANDYMAN
1 copper a candy, 1 free candy per person per day
Fresh made, new flavors every day
Try them all!
The thin hands retreat into the black and pull out a little bell and some candies, which it scatters across the wooden counter before ringing the bell softly.
Rag places his trees down for a moment, sitting down and yet still towering over the old man. He reaches for belt and pulls out a bag of gold, giving it to the old man “One candy please. You can keep the rest, I don’t need it, and didn’t before.” He then patiently waits for the candy piece.
The old man takes the bag and offers a little candy sculpture... of Rag's grandfather. It's immaculately detailed. The old man starts to chuckle.
He grabs the statue and bites into it, before saying “So you know who I am. That’s fun, if you go after my family you will be a bloody puddle by the end of the next minute.” He continues to eat it like he never said nothing at all.
Luciano is praying to Morgana, sitting outside the shrine for her followers. The old cleric runs his fingertips over the medallion which is a symbol of his faith to her.
Krist is whittling a new cane for himself while sitting on a rock in the woods. He hums to himself contently. The smoke from his pipe smells of licorice root and lavender.
Vittorsi is sharpening his rapier, grumbling about not finding the perfect edge.
The old man takes the bag and offers a little candy sculpture... of Rag's grandfather. It's immaculately detailed. The old man starts to chuckle.
He grabs the statue and bites into it, before saying “So you know who I am. That’s fun, if you go after my family you will be a bloody puddle by the end of the next minute.” He continues to eat it like he never said nothing at all.
The hands recoil as if hurt. "I just... it was a magic trick..." The figure leans forward, still hidden by the darkness. "You poor boy... do you really think that everyone is out to get you?"
Luciano is praying to Morgana, sitting outside the shrine for her followers. The old cleric runs his fingertips over the medallion which is a symbol of his faith to her.
Krist is whittling a new cane for himself while sitting on a rock in the woods. He hums to himself contently. The smoke from his pipe smells of licorice root and lavender.
Vittorsi is sharpening his rapier, grumbling about not finding the perfect edge.
*I just made a grandfather, so...*
One of them senses something. An aberration in the woods. Something so ancient that it predates our reality in its entirety.
Luciano is praying to Morgana, sitting outside the shrine for her followers. The old cleric runs his fingertips over the medallion which is a symbol of his faith to her.
Krist is whittling a new cane for himself while sitting on a rock in the woods. He hums to himself contently. The smoke from his pipe smells of licorice root and lavender.
Vittorsi is sharpening his rapier, grumbling about not finding the perfect edge.
*I just made a grandfather, so...*
One of them senses something. An aberration in the woods. Something so ancient that it predates our reality in its entirety.
Krist blinks and his old hand stops its movements. He sighs and stands up, gripping his cane. He makes over to where the sense is, humming to himself.
Krist blinks and his old hand stops its movements. He sighs and stands up, gripping his cane. He makes over to where the sense is, humming to himself.
A highly-complex, bottle green and pink wheelchair sits, the source of the aura. There is a canopy over it, shadowing the owner. The spokes of the wheels seem to be articulated mannequin arms. A pair of shining spectacles, curly-toed boots, and heat-proof gloves on the surreal controls are the only visible parts of the lanky being inside.
"Krist..." A mechanical arm beckons him closer. "...are we old friends?"
The old man takes the bag and offers a little candy sculpture... of Rag's grandfather. It's immaculately detailed. The old man starts to chuckle.
He grabs the statue and bites into it, before saying “So you know who I am. That’s fun, if you go after my family you will be a bloody puddle by the end of the next minute.” He continues to eat it like he never said nothing at all.
The hands recoil as if hurt. "I just... it was a magic trick..." The figure leans forward, still hidden by the darkness. "You poor boy... do you really think that everyone is out to get you?"
Rag continues to eat “I know my family is infamous, as am I. I have lost too much family to lose more.” He says, his arm reaching up to hold out a hand for the man to shake.
Luffy is wandering the woods Jax and Reese are sitting in the tavern, at seperate tables
Reese hears an unfamiliar sound from outside, seemingly calling her without words
Heeding the beckoning of the sound, she walks out of the tavern, trying to find the source
It seems to come from a nearby forest, along with an enticing smell
She pads along faster, eventually dropping to all fours to run to this source.
other animals seem to be doing so too, leading to a clearing with a cheeseboard in the middle
"Holy f[gp]... its cheese..." She proclaims aloud, approaching the cheeseboard. Monteryjack, pepper jack, Gouda, swiss.... its a cheese oasis..
Some birds and hares fly and scamper away when she talks, and the forest seems to be silent except for a soft scratching sound
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Krist blinks and his old hand stops its movements. He sighs and stands up, gripping his cane. He makes over to where the sense is, humming to himself.
A highly-complex, bottle green and pink wheelchair sits, the source of the aura. There is a canopy over it, shadowing the owner. The spokes of the wheels seem to be articulated mannequin arms. A pair of shining spectacles, curly-toed boots, and heat-proof gloves on the surreal controls are the only visible parts of the lanky being inside.
"Krist..." A mechanical arm beckons him closer. "...are we old friends?"
Krist smiles warmly "Unfortunately my memory isn't as good as it used to be so I cannot recall, forgive me." He said, a wooden bench magically appearing. He sits down and empties his pipe "I would like to be a friend if you will allow me."
The hands recoil as if hurt. "I just... it was a magic trick..." The figure leans forward, still hidden by the darkness. "You poor boy... do you really think that everyone is out to get you?"
Rag continues to eat “I know my family is infamous, as am I. I have lost too much family to lose more.” He says, his arm reaching up to hold out a hand for the man to shake.
They reach out a long, long arm to shake it. "I am sorry. I thought you were all simply hiding. The idea that you lost members was unthinkable."
A highly-complex, bottle green and pink wheelchair sits, the source of the aura. There is a canopy over it, shadowing the owner. The spokes of the wheels seem to be articulated mannequin arms. A pair of shining spectacles, curly-toed boots, and heat-proof gloves on the surreal controls are the only visible parts of the lanky being inside.
"Krist..." A mechanical arm beckons him closer. "...are we old friends?"
Krist smiles warmly "Unfortunately my memory isn't as good as it used to be so I cannot recall, forgive me." He said, a wooden bench magically appearing. He sits down and empties his pipe "I would like to be a friend if you will allow me."
"Thank you... it's been a long time since I'd been out... ever since..." One of the hands pulls itself in, rustles around in some sort of clacking material, then holds out a fistful of sweets of all kinds. "...there was a garden... the fruits were so sweet... an angel stood with me... it was the second time... Eden... then here... I was afraid... but my wife said it would be okay to share this time. Would you like a sweetie, old friend?"
A highly-complex, bottle green and pink wheelchair sits, the source of the aura. There is a canopy over it, shadowing the owner. The spokes of the wheels seem to be articulated mannequin arms. A pair of shining spectacles, curly-toed boots, and heat-proof gloves on the surreal controls are the only visible parts of the lanky being inside.
"Krist..." A mechanical arm beckons him closer. "...are we old friends?"
Krist smiles warmly "Unfortunately my memory isn't as good as it used to be so I cannot recall, forgive me." He said, a wooden bench magically appearing. He sits down and empties his pipe "I would like to be a friend if you will allow me."
"Thank you... it's been a long time since I'd been out... ever since..." One of the hands pulls itself in, rustles around in some sort of clacking material, then holds out a fistful of sweets of all kinds. "...there was a garden... the fruits were so sweet... an angel stood with me... it was the second time... Eden... then here... I was afraid... but my wife said it would be okay to share this time. Would you like a sweetie, old friend?"
He takes them and unwraps one, eating it. "Eden... The garden of god. I was born around the time of Noah before the floods." He said, sighing "Lovely place but sometimes the gods above love to pick favorites."
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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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The wheelchairs individual approaches the true giant that is Ragnerious, who is carrying several trees on his back, his legs soaked in sweat as he does an inhuman number of squats, so inhuman in fact that when they approaches they heard Rag counting to the millions, an aura of unshakable strength and an abundance of heroism coming from him.
other animals seem to be doing so too, leading to a clearing with a cheeseboard in the middle
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
The wheelchair shifts, a counter appearing over the owner's legs. The figure within lovingly places a little sign of ancient petrified wood on the counter:
The thin hands retreat into the black and pull out a little bell and some candies, which it scatters across the wooden counter before ringing the bell softly.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Rag places his trees down for a moment, sitting down and yet still towering over the old man. He reaches for belt and pulls out a bag of gold, giving it to the old man “One candy please. You can keep the rest, I don’t need it, and didn’t before.” He then patiently waits for the candy piece.
"And some people should just lay there and rot instead of getting help, right?" He sounds angry. "Oh, sure, you're fine, but what about the next person? Or the next? You think something that suppresses natural appetites is worth four (GP)ing silver a dose?! WRONG! I was giving you a deal so good the corps would bawl their eyes out. I worked for them... once..." His tone turns dreamy. "They sent me out on the front lines. Isn't that funny? And when I got burned by their own (GP)ing weapons, they refused to help me. I was a botanist. I had no training. Look at me. Do I look okay? Do I look like I needed help? YES!! All those people suffer, and you don't care. You're rotten, just like them..." He draws a pocket pistol and aims directly at Jax's face, before clutching his own head, screaming and crying as he curls up in a ball, dropping his gun in the grass next to him.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The old man takes the bag and offers a little candy sculpture... of Rag's grandfather. It's immaculately detailed. The old man starts to chuckle.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He grabs the statue and bites into it, before saying “So you know who I am. That’s fun, if you go after my family you will be a bloody puddle by the end of the next minute.” He continues to eat it like he never said nothing at all.
*Time to play: ONLY THE GRANDFATHERS*
Luciano is praying to Morgana, sitting outside the shrine for her followers. The old cleric runs his fingertips over the medallion which is a symbol of his faith to her.
Krist is whittling a new cane for himself while sitting on a rock in the woods. He hums to himself contently. The smoke from his pipe smells of licorice root and lavender.
Vittorsi is sharpening his rapier, grumbling about not finding the perfect edge.
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 hands recoil as if hurt. "I just... it was a magic trick..." The figure leans forward, still hidden by the darkness. "You poor boy... do you really think that everyone is out to get you?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I just made a grandfather, so...*
One of them senses something. An aberration in the woods. Something so ancient that it predates our reality in its entirety.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Krist blinks and his old hand stops its movements. He sighs and stands up, gripping his cane. He makes over to where the sense is, humming to himself.
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
A highly-complex, bottle green and pink wheelchair sits, the source of the aura. There is a canopy over it, shadowing the owner. The spokes of the wheels seem to be articulated mannequin arms. A pair of shining spectacles, curly-toed boots, and heat-proof gloves on the surreal controls are the only visible parts of the lanky being inside.
"Krist..." A mechanical arm beckons him closer. "...are we old friends?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Rag continues to eat “I know my family is infamous, as am I. I have lost too much family to lose more.” He says, his arm reaching up to hold out a hand for the man to shake.
Some birds and hares fly and scamper away when she talks, and the forest seems to be silent except for a soft scratching sound
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Krist smiles warmly "Unfortunately my memory isn't as good as it used to be so I cannot recall, forgive me." He said, a wooden bench magically appearing. He sits down and empties his pipe "I would like to be a friend if you will allow 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
They reach out a long, long arm to shake it. "I am sorry. I thought you were all simply hiding. The idea that you lost members was unthinkable."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Thank you... it's been a long time since I'd been out... ever since..." One of the hands pulls itself in, rustles around in some sort of clacking material, then holds out a fistful of sweets of all kinds. "...there was a garden... the fruits were so sweet... an angel stood with me... it was the second time... Eden... then here... I was afraid... but my wife said it would be okay to share this time. Would you like a sweetie, old friend?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He takes them and unwraps one, eating it. "Eden... The garden of god. I was born around the time of Noah before the floods." He said, sighing "Lovely place but sometimes the gods above love to pick favorites."
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