“Oh my god. This is insane. Do you have any name ideas? Do you have any information about it at all? Tabaxi gestation takes eight months, but I don’t know exactly how long it might take for you guys…” Mauric seems super excited about this.
“I barely learned about it today, I don’t know how to feel other than incredibly anxious. I might be deflecting with preparing for your wedding. I don’t know what to do now that I’ve processed it.” He says gaining a distant stare in his eyes “I think I might be more scared of this than anything I’ve ever experienced.”
“Well I can be sure you’ll do great. And if you try and walk out on your kid and your girlfriend, I’ll cut out your spine.” He says cheerfully.
“If I walk out on both of them I’ll end up getting myself smited.” He says sitting on the table outside of the tavern “I really might be afraid, but I will never betray them. Not this time.” He suddenly gets a thousand yard stare.
“…this time?” Mauric asks quietly.
He shakes his head to clear the stare “Not the time, will you be the godfather if I die?”
“Of course, man. I got you.”
“Thank you Mauric, because one of these times I might die and not get back up.”
“Well I’m sure there’s a few people around here who can resurrect you, right?” He smiles hopefully. “Also… why did you eat that god heart to begin with?”
“My soul was broken, and because it was broken I was destined to die in a year. Maybe it was supposed to fix it, and maybe it did, but now I don’t know if it’s better now.” He says shaking his head “It doesn’t matter, everything is fine, I will be fine.”
“I’d think that would kill any mortal… maybe you’re something else? But something that’s… ‘incompatible’ with godly stuff, so to speak?”
He stops for a second “That… might be true, but I don’t know to do about it. It doesn’t matter now, gods couldn’t kill me, devils couldn’t kill me, if I die you’ll live for me.” He says, drinking his mug down and getting another.
“I don’t think you’ll die. Everything has a solution. But if you do, I’ll help take care of your kid. And if Nick and I can get married, we’ll both help!” He says hopefully.
*knowing how he and nick eventually turn out is so heartbreaking*
“When you get married I’ll be there, and when my kid is born you’ll be there.” He claps him on the back with a smile “Nothing wrong will happen when it comes to that, best friends to the end you and me.”
*It kill me with every moment.*
Mauric smiles and stares into the sky happily.
Damian gets up “Well I’ve got to get going, I should probably get a ring to propose too, you know a place?”
“Oh my god. This is insane. Do you have any name ideas? Do you have any information about it at all? Tabaxi gestation takes eight months, but I don’t know exactly how long it might take for you guys…” Mauric seems super excited about this.
“I barely learned about it today, I don’t know how to feel other than incredibly anxious. I might be deflecting with preparing for your wedding. I don’t know what to do now that I’ve processed it.” He says gaining a distant stare in his eyes “I think I might be more scared of this than anything I’ve ever experienced.”
“Well I can be sure you’ll do great. And if you try and walk out on your kid and your girlfriend, I’ll cut out your spine.” He says cheerfully.
“If I walk out on both of them I’ll end up getting myself smited.” He says sitting on the table outside of the tavern “I really might be afraid, but I will never betray them. Not this time.” He suddenly gets a thousand yard stare.
“…this time?” Mauric asks quietly.
He shakes his head to clear the stare “Not the time, will you be the godfather if I die?”
“Of course, man. I got you.”
“Thank you Mauric, because one of these times I might die and not get back up.”
“Well I’m sure there’s a few people around here who can resurrect you, right?” He smiles hopefully. “Also… why did you eat that god heart to begin with?”
“My soul was broken, and because it was broken I was destined to die in a year. Maybe it was supposed to fix it, and maybe it did, but now I don’t know if it’s better now.” He says shaking his head “It doesn’t matter, everything is fine, I will be fine.”
“I’d think that would kill any mortal… maybe you’re something else? But something that’s… ‘incompatible’ with godly stuff, so to speak?”
He stops for a second “That… might be true, but I don’t know to do about it. It doesn’t matter now, gods couldn’t kill me, devils couldn’t kill me, if I die you’ll live for me.” He says, drinking his mug down and getting another.
“I don’t think you’ll die. Everything has a solution. But if you do, I’ll help take care of your kid. And if Nick and I can get married, we’ll both help!” He says hopefully.
*knowing how he and nick eventually turn out is so heartbreaking*
“When you get married I’ll be there, and when my kid is born you’ll be there.” He claps him on the back with a smile “Nothing wrong will happen when it comes to that, best friends to the end you and me.”
*It kill me with every moment.*
Mauric smiles and stares into the sky happily.
Damian gets up “Well I’ve got to get going, I should probably get a ring to propose too, you know a place?”
“Yeah, there’s a jeweler in the west part of town. Not a large place, but it’s just about the only place. Want me to take you there?”
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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.
"Because of the curse that the friggin little ferret put on me, I can't access my demiplane." She groans.
“Oh. Sorry. I mean, do you have any other attire in this world? If not, I’m sure I can get you something else if you deem it necessary.”
"Yes, please." She said, drinking the water.
“Gotcha.” Riotan peels a strip of silk from his arm, which he unfolds (somehow) into the exact clothes she described.
Stroth smiles and hugs him, still somewhat hung over "Thank yoooou."
He hugs her back, grinning and handing her the apparel. “How about I make sure you don’t do anything that sober you would regret?”
"Baaaah, I wouldn't do anything." She huffs and changes, not seeming to care if he is there.
He obligingly uses his abyssal powers to set a veil of eternal darkness around her until she’s done.
She appears, dressed in a black suit and yellow sweater. "There, lovely non?"
“You look real nice.” He says earnestly.
She blinks "Is this what flirting is? I was talking to someone today who thought I was flirting but I didn't understand what he was talking about." She rolls her eyes "Emotions are so stupid."
“Yeah they don’t make sense. That wasn’t flirting anyway, it was just an observation.”
She gives a thumbs up "I apparently need to 'learn' them." She shrugs.
“Ah, why should you care what mortals think you need to know to live among them? Fulfilling their meaningless checklists of social norms gets you nothin but a migraine.”
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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.
Once the burning remains of the Red Plate is nothing more than charcoal, a figure stands amongst the wreckage, watching the final flames burn into nothingness. He is big, about 8'2, with his entire body covered. He wears a full profession chefs outfit made of black fabric with a golden sigil of 'Gluttony' stitched on his collar. He has three heads, each covered by a black balaclava, a golden skull mask covering their faces. He fixes the gloves on his hands, thinking.
Multiple shadowy creatures emerge from the wreckage, distorted and limping. The man looks up and nods "Find the (GP)'s friend then find the one who decided to hunt him. If you don't, consider yourselves the meals for tomorrow." He said, his Russian accent thick, snapping his fingers.
"Yes Chef!" They say and disappear.
* o o f *
The Larry is heading to the Red Plate anyway, to try and find the corpse pit.
One of the shadows grabs him by the arm (The Shadow acts as a Dimensional Shackles when touching someone.) He hears a deep chuckle as the man walks over, his footsteps heavy "So... You're the one who chased off the owner. I smelled it from Purgatory, the smoke. The smell of burning flesh."
They don’t display emotion, but it’s clear that they are unfazed.
"Hm... Krill, Prawn, Shrimp... Prawn cocktail with paprika, hellshire peppers, and yak cheese." It mumurs "I suggest you tell me as to why you decided to chase off my best customer from a business he built up from the ground."
He murdered dozens. We are here to make sure justice is not absent.
"Justice is blind. Justice only works when someone feels it should. A (GP) worker gets (GP)ed, a homeless man gets his last items stolen, a Tielfing gets hung because they are 'The Devil'... No justice for them because others look away. But when a man kills off the worst people, the murderers, the (GP)ist's, the thieves, the abusers, he needs to be hunted down like the (GP) animal so he can pay for his crimes." He snarls "You are a hypocrite, like everyone else in this world."
“Oh my god. This is insane. Do you have any name ideas? Do you have any information about it at all? Tabaxi gestation takes eight months, but I don’t know exactly how long it might take for you guys…” Mauric seems super excited about this.
“I barely learned about it today, I don’t know how to feel other than incredibly anxious. I might be deflecting with preparing for your wedding. I don’t know what to do now that I’ve processed it.” He says gaining a distant stare in his eyes “I think I might be more scared of this than anything I’ve ever experienced.”
“Well I can be sure you’ll do great. And if you try and walk out on your kid and your girlfriend, I’ll cut out your spine.” He says cheerfully.
“If I walk out on both of them I’ll end up getting myself smited.” He says sitting on the table outside of the tavern “I really might be afraid, but I will never betray them. Not this time.” He suddenly gets a thousand yard stare.
“…this time?” Mauric asks quietly.
He shakes his head to clear the stare “Not the time, will you be the godfather if I die?”
“Of course, man. I got you.”
“Thank you Mauric, because one of these times I might die and not get back up.”
“Well I’m sure there’s a few people around here who can resurrect you, right?” He smiles hopefully. “Also… why did you eat that god heart to begin with?”
“My soul was broken, and because it was broken I was destined to die in a year. Maybe it was supposed to fix it, and maybe it did, but now I don’t know if it’s better now.” He says shaking his head “It doesn’t matter, everything is fine, I will be fine.”
“I’d think that would kill any mortal… maybe you’re something else? But something that’s… ‘incompatible’ with godly stuff, so to speak?”
He stops for a second “That… might be true, but I don’t know to do about it. It doesn’t matter now, gods couldn’t kill me, devils couldn’t kill me, if I die you’ll live for me.” He says, drinking his mug down and getting another.
“I don’t think you’ll die. Everything has a solution. But if you do, I’ll help take care of your kid. And if Nick and I can get married, we’ll both help!” He says hopefully.
*knowing how he and nick eventually turn out is so heartbreaking*
“When you get married I’ll be there, and when my kid is born you’ll be there.” He claps him on the back with a smile “Nothing wrong will happen when it comes to that, best friends to the end you and me.”
*It kill me with every moment.*
Mauric smiles and stares into the sky happily.
Damian gets up “Well I’ve got to get going, I should probably get a ring to propose too, you know a place?”
“Yeah, there’s a jeweler in the west part of town. Not a large place, but it’s just about the only place. Want me to take you there?”
“No don’t worry about me, I’ll find it one of these days.” He walks away, whistling a tune.
*oh i thought you meant more like there wouldn’t be a birth or something dark like that.*
*no there will be a child. need to find somebody to play her...*
*i could do so in theory. though to make space, i’m probably gonna get rid of Klei since he didn’t add much to any plot points. Plus, he was never the type to hang around. He and Rauloth will just head on to the next town and find new people to rob and con…*
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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.
"Because of the curse that the friggin little ferret put on me, I can't access my demiplane." She groans.
“Oh. Sorry. I mean, do you have any other attire in this world? If not, I’m sure I can get you something else if you deem it necessary.”
"Yes, please." She said, drinking the water.
“Gotcha.” Riotan peels a strip of silk from his arm, which he unfolds (somehow) into the exact clothes she described.
Stroth smiles and hugs him, still somewhat hung over "Thank yoooou."
He hugs her back, grinning and handing her the apparel. “How about I make sure you don’t do anything that sober you would regret?”
"Baaaah, I wouldn't do anything." She huffs and changes, not seeming to care if he is there.
He obligingly uses his abyssal powers to set a veil of eternal darkness around her until she’s done.
She appears, dressed in a black suit and yellow sweater. "There, lovely non?"
“You look real nice.” He says earnestly.
She blinks "Is this what flirting is? I was talking to someone today who thought I was flirting but I didn't understand what he was talking about." She rolls her eyes "Emotions are so stupid."
“Yeah they don’t make sense. That wasn’t flirting anyway, it was just an observation.”
She gives a thumbs up "I apparently need to 'learn' them." She shrugs.
“Ah, why should you care what mortals think you need to know to live among them? Fulfilling their meaningless checklists of social norms gets you nothin but a migraine.”
"Oh no, I don't care what they think but I this would be a fun experiment to see if I, a creature with no emotion, can feel something." She chuckles, putting out her cigarette on her skin.
Once the burning remains of the Red Plate is nothing more than charcoal, a figure stands amongst the wreckage, watching the final flames burn into nothingness. He is big, about 8'2, with his entire body covered. He wears a full profession chefs outfit made of black fabric with a golden sigil of 'Gluttony' stitched on his collar. He has three heads, each covered by a black balaclava, a golden skull mask covering their faces. He fixes the gloves on his hands, thinking.
Multiple shadowy creatures emerge from the wreckage, distorted and limping. The man looks up and nods "Find the (GP)'s friend then find the one who decided to hunt him. If you don't, consider yourselves the meals for tomorrow." He said, his Russian accent thick, snapping his fingers.
"Yes Chef!" They say and disappear.
* o o f *
The Larry is heading to the Red Plate anyway, to try and find the corpse pit.
One of the shadows grabs him by the arm (The Shadow acts as a Dimensional Shackles when touching someone.) He hears a deep chuckle as the man walks over, his footsteps heavy "So... You're the one who chased off the owner. I smelled it from Purgatory, the smoke. The smell of burning flesh."
They don’t display emotion, but it’s clear that they are unfazed.
"Hm... Krill, Prawn, Shrimp... Prawn cocktail with paprika, hellshire peppers, and yak cheese." It mumurs "I suggest you tell me as to why you decided to chase off my best customer from a business he built up from the ground."
He murdered dozens. We are here to make sure justice is not absent.
"Justice is blind. Justice only works when someone feels it should. A (GP) worker gets (GP)ed, a homeless man gets his last items stolen, a Tielfing gets hung because they are 'The Devil'... No justice for them because others look away. But when a man kills off the worst people, the murderers, the (GP)ist's, the thieves, the abusers, he needs to be hunted down like the (GP) animal so he can pay for his crimes." He snarls "You are a hypocrite, like everyone else in this world."
Being a vigilante is not justification, and nor is it justification for cannibalism. And we already are blind.
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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.
*Note: Felix has gained Blindsight out to 30ft, as well as some other traits.*
He looks up. "Yup. You his brother? You talk a lot like him."
It is an assault on his senses, this... Creature..
"No. I'm not his brother. His brother is in his stomach. No, I was his boss before he became a business." He says "I know when things are wrong. People can't see me, but I see them. I see you Felix. I see that man who decided to hunt him down and bring him to 'Justice'. I should not care but I do because I care about my employees, former or present." He said, folding his arms.
*Felix gets pretty massive benefits against Fiends (and certain other creature types) since he's cooked and hunted quite a few*
"Huh. So why do you want me? I just worked with the guy. I blessed his knife, so I don't think that's what you want."
"Because of the curse that the friggin little ferret put on me, I can't access my demiplane." She groans.
“Oh. Sorry. I mean, do you have any other attire in this world? If not, I’m sure I can get you something else if you deem it necessary.”
"Yes, please." She said, drinking the water.
“Gotcha.” Riotan peels a strip of silk from his arm, which he unfolds (somehow) into the exact clothes she described.
Stroth smiles and hugs him, still somewhat hung over "Thank yoooou."
He hugs her back, grinning and handing her the apparel. “How about I make sure you don’t do anything that sober you would regret?”
"Baaaah, I wouldn't do anything." She huffs and changes, not seeming to care if he is there.
He obligingly uses his abyssal powers to set a veil of eternal darkness around her until she’s done.
She appears, dressed in a black suit and yellow sweater. "There, lovely non?"
“You look real nice.” He says earnestly.
She blinks "Is this what flirting is? I was talking to someone today who thought I was flirting but I didn't understand what he was talking about." She rolls her eyes "Emotions are so stupid."
“Yeah they don’t make sense. That wasn’t flirting anyway, it was just an observation.”
She gives a thumbs up "I apparently need to 'learn' them." She shrugs.
“Ah, why should you care what mortals think you need to know to live among them? Fulfilling their meaningless checklists of social norms gets you nothin but a migraine.”
"Oh no, I don't care what they think but I this would be a fun experiment to see if I, a creature with no emotion, can feel something." She chuckles, putting out her cigarette on her skin.
“Huh. Well, what are you feeling right now?”
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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.
*oh i thought you meant more like there wouldn’t be a birth or something dark like that.*
*no there will be a child. need to find somebody to play her...*
*i could do so in theory. though to make space, i’m probably gonna get rid of Klei since he didn’t add much to any plot points. Plus, he was never the type to hang around. He and Rauloth will just head on to the next town and find new people to rob and con…*
*Bet. i'll make a mini ref sheet.*
*👍*
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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.
Once the burning remains of the Red Plate is nothing more than charcoal, a figure stands amongst the wreckage, watching the final flames burn into nothingness. He is big, about 8'2, with his entire body covered. He wears a full profession chefs outfit made of black fabric with a golden sigil of 'Gluttony' stitched on his collar. He has three heads, each covered by a black balaclava, a golden skull mask covering their faces. He fixes the gloves on his hands, thinking.
Multiple shadowy creatures emerge from the wreckage, distorted and limping. The man looks up and nods "Find the (GP)'s friend then find the one who decided to hunt him. If you don't, consider yourselves the meals for tomorrow." He said, his Russian accent thick, snapping his fingers.
"Yes Chef!" They say and disappear.
* o o f *
The Larry is heading to the Red Plate anyway, to try and find the corpse pit.
One of the shadows grabs him by the arm (The Shadow acts as a Dimensional Shackles when touching someone.) He hears a deep chuckle as the man walks over, his footsteps heavy "So... You're the one who chased off the owner. I smelled it from Purgatory, the smoke. The smell of burning flesh."
They don’t display emotion, but it’s clear that they are unfazed.
"Hm... Krill, Prawn, Shrimp... Prawn cocktail with paprika, hellshire peppers, and yak cheese." It mumurs "I suggest you tell me as to why you decided to chase off my best customer from a business he built up from the ground."
He murdered dozens. We are here to make sure justice is not absent.
"Justice is blind. Justice only works when someone feels it should. A (GP) worker gets (GP)ed, a homeless man gets his last items stolen, a Tielfing gets hung because they are 'The Devil'... No justice for them because others look away. But when a man kills off the worst people, the murderers, the (GP)ist's, the thieves, the abusers, he needs to be hunted down like the (GP) animal so he can pay for his crimes." He snarls "You are a hypocrite, like everyone else in this world."
Being a vigilante is not justification, and nor is it justification for cannibalism. And we already are blind.
"Just like you. Go back to being a pile of seafood, helping others that actually need it." He spats.
Damian gets up “Well I’ve got to get going, I should probably get a ring to propose too, you know a place?”
*oh i thought you meant more like there wouldn’t be a birth or something dark like that.*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Yeah, there’s a jeweler in the west part of town. Not a large place, but it’s just about the only place. Want me to take you there?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Ah, why should you care what mortals think you need to know to live among them? Fulfilling their meaningless checklists of social norms gets you nothin but a migraine.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Justice is blind. Justice only works when someone feels it should. A (GP) worker gets (GP)ed, a homeless man gets his last items stolen, a Tielfing gets hung because they are 'The Devil'... No justice for them because others look away. But when a man kills off the worst people, the murderers, the (GP)ist's, the thieves, the abusers, he needs to be hunted down like the (GP) animal so he can pay for his crimes." He snarls "You are a hypocrite, like everyone else in this world."
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
“No don’t worry about me, I’ll find it one of these days.” He walks away, whistling a tune.
*i could do so in theory. though to make space, i’m probably gonna get rid of Klei since he didn’t add much to any plot points. Plus, he was never the type to hang around. He and Rauloth will just head on to the next town and find new people to rob and con…*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Oh no, I don't care what they think but I this would be a fun experiment to see if I, a creature with no emotion, can feel something." She chuckles, putting out her cigarette on her skin.
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
“[gppppppp] I’ve only got 40? That’s barely a month over. Okay okay okay. I’m not worried. I just need to become a better man in 40 days.”
Being a vigilante is not justification, and nor is it justification for cannibalism. And we already are blind.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Felix gets pretty massive benefits against Fiends (and certain other creature types) since he's cooked and hunted quite a few*
"Huh. So why do you want me? I just worked with the guy. I blessed his knife, so I don't think that's what you want."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Huh. Well, what are you feeling right now?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*40 days is crazy*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*👍*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Just like you. Go back to being a pile of seafood, helping others that actually need it." He spats.
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
*Bro Damian is done for, he does not have the time he needs.*