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
“Even if I’m interesting, I’m possessed, I really am an abomination compared to anyone else. Your kindness is appreciated, but I don’t understand why. I may be unique here, so unique that everyone other than some people are afraid of me. It’s confusing, but comforting.”
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
Mauric is still riding the wave of ecstasy from being freshly engaged.
Loriche is walking around the old minotaur tomb area, reminiscing about battles and celebrations long past.
By sheer coincidence Damian finds Mauric, and walks over to his overjoyed friend, a smile on his own face “How are you Mauric?”
She can hear the sound of hollow footsteps nearby, echoing steel, someone or something is close by, and coming her way.
“How do you think I am?” He says, grinning and holding up his left hand, the silver ring sparkling in the light.
She whirls around, taking out her pick quickly, ready to defend herself.
Damian beams “What did I tell you Mauric!” He slaps his back “You own me an apology!” He holds up his own hand, revealing his Ruby and sapphire ring.
It’s just Grove, walking around, there would be a wistful look on his face if he wasn’t just a suit of armor and a soul.
“That’s amazing!!” Mauric yells, looking even happier.
Loriche slightly lowers her pick, confused.
He hugs his friend “We both got married. We need to start planning your wedding. We are going back to that tailor.” He takes his hand and begins walking.
He mutters to himself, not yet noticing Loriche “Ah the good days of this place, I remember. Amazing it was.”
The small critter on the counter shakes its head quickly. “Oh no no no no no no no no no no no! You’ve just done something very excellent! You, ma’am, have just acquired the services of Garty and The Faceless Flesh! You’ve heard of bags of devouring? We’re far superior to those. Any who open this bag can have us act as collectors for you! Through your greed, all things will become one!”
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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.
Mauric is still riding the wave of ecstasy from being freshly engaged.
Loriche is walking around the old minotaur tomb area, reminiscing about battles and celebrations long past.
By sheer coincidence Damian finds Mauric, and walks over to his overjoyed friend, a smile on his own face “How are you Mauric?”
She can hear the sound of hollow footsteps nearby, echoing steel, someone or something is close by, and coming her way.
“How do you think I am?” He says, grinning and holding up his left hand, the silver ring sparkling in the light.
She whirls around, taking out her pick quickly, ready to defend herself.
Damian beams “What did I tell you Mauric!” He slaps his back “You own me an apology!” He holds up his own hand, revealing his Ruby and sapphire ring.
It’s just Grove, walking around, there would be a wistful look on his face if he wasn’t just a suit of armor and a soul.
“That’s amazing!!” Mauric yells, looking even happier.
Loriche slightly lowers her pick, confused.
He hugs his friend “We both got married. We need to start planning your wedding. We are going back to that tailor.” He takes his hand and begins walking.
He mutters to himself, not yet noticing Loriche “Ah the good days of this place, I remember. Amazing it was.”
Mauric follows him eagerly. “Uh, I was hoping to plan it with Nick, but yeah, I do need to dress up for it.”
Loriche tucks the pick back into her belt. “Hi?” She calls to him.
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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.
Mauric is still riding the wave of ecstasy from being freshly engaged.
Loriche is walking around the old minotaur tomb area, reminiscing about battles and celebrations long past.
By sheer coincidence Damian finds Mauric, and walks over to his overjoyed friend, a smile on his own face “How are you Mauric?”
She can hear the sound of hollow footsteps nearby, echoing steel, someone or something is close by, and coming her way.
“How do you think I am?” He says, grinning and holding up his left hand, the silver ring sparkling in the light.
She whirls around, taking out her pick quickly, ready to defend herself.
Damian beams “What did I tell you Mauric!” He slaps his back “You own me an apology!” He holds up his own hand, revealing his Ruby and sapphire ring.
It’s just Grove, walking around, there would be a wistful look on his face if he wasn’t just a suit of armor and a soul.
“That’s amazing!!” Mauric yells, looking even happier.
Loriche slightly lowers her pick, confused.
He hugs his friend “We both got married. We need to start planning your wedding. We are going back to that tailor.” He takes his hand and begins walking.
He mutters to himself, not yet noticing Loriche “Ah the good days of this place, I remember. Amazing it was.”
Mauric follows him eagerly. “Uh, I was hoping to plan it with Nick, but yeah, I do need to dress up for it.”
Loriche tucks the pick back into her belt. “Hi?” She calls to him.
“I am going to help you plan this wedding and you can’t stop me. Oh and my wedding is happening at the garden about a quarter mile from here.” When they arrive at the tailor he begins to describe what is best for Mauric to wear to this wedding.
He turn to her, well more just his helm turns “Hello there, who might you be?”
Mauric is still riding the wave of ecstasy from being freshly engaged.
Loriche is walking around the old minotaur tomb area, reminiscing about battles and celebrations long past.
By sheer coincidence Damian finds Mauric, and walks over to his overjoyed friend, a smile on his own face “How are you Mauric?”
She can hear the sound of hollow footsteps nearby, echoing steel, someone or something is close by, and coming her way.
“How do you think I am?” He says, grinning and holding up his left hand, the silver ring sparkling in the light.
She whirls around, taking out her pick quickly, ready to defend herself.
Damian beams “What did I tell you Mauric!” He slaps his back “You own me an apology!” He holds up his own hand, revealing his Ruby and sapphire ring.
It’s just Grove, walking around, there would be a wistful look on his face if he wasn’t just a suit of armor and a soul.
“That’s amazing!!” Mauric yells, looking even happier.
Loriche slightly lowers her pick, confused.
He hugs his friend “We both got married. We need to start planning your wedding. We are going back to that tailor.” He takes his hand and begins walking.
He mutters to himself, not yet noticing Loriche “Ah the good days of this place, I remember. Amazing it was.”
Mauric follows him eagerly. “Uh, I was hoping to plan it with Nick, but yeah, I do need to dress up for it.”
Loriche tucks the pick back into her belt. “Hi?” She calls to him.
“I am going to help you plan this wedding and you can’t stop me. Oh and my wedding is happening at the garden about a quarter mile from here.” When they arrive at the tailor he begins to describe what is best for Mauric to wear to this wedding.
He turn to her, well more just his helm turns “Hello there, who might you be?”
Mauric is kind of passive during this, having no fashion sense. “…well I’ll ask Nick, but thanks for being so enthusiastic about this.”
“I’m Loriche va Benthis. Sorry for disturbing you, this is just a place that’s really nostalgic for me.”
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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.
A man stumbles out of the woods, panic in his glowing eyes. Through the darkness behind him is... himself. But bigger. Stronger. They both wear the same stolen scarecrow clothes. The same red scarf and grey trenchcoat.
The smaller man screams and trips. "Please! Don't kill me! I-I'll help you stop it! Two heads are better than one!" The larger man raises the massive, heavily modified shovel over his head and splits the smaller one's ribcage with a single blow. "Stop whining. You'll be back tomorrow like the rest of us. Without your key." The smaller one gargles blood as they die.
The large man bends down and begins to gorge on his smaller self, eating every scrap of fabric and bit of bone. He does not seem to enjoy it.
*Anyone on? I'm almost ready to intro my AU Stranger.*
(I’m back)
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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
A man stumbles out of the woods, panic in his glowing eyes. Through the darkness behind him is... himself. But bigger. Stronger. They both wear the same stolen scarecrow clothes. The same red scarf and grey trenchcoat.
The smaller man screams and trips. "Please! Don't kill me! I-I'll help you stop it! Two heads are better than one!" The larger man raises the massive, heavily modified shovel over his head and splits the smaller one's ribcage with a single blow. "Stop whining. You'll be back tomorrow like the rest of us. Without your key." The smaller one gargles blood as they die.
The large man bends down and begins to gorge on his smaller self, eating every scrap of fabric and bit of bone. He does not seem to enjoy it.
*Room of swords-*
*This seems neat, tho i don't have anyone in that area atm*
*Anyone on? I'm almost ready to intro my AU Stranger.*
(I’m back)
*Hey, Moon! I just introed and I don't have much time. Does that interest you at all?*
(Sorry, I had to go get dinner. My apologies for not responding sooner)
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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
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(Quit nomming people)
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
*Cut for Wendigo.*
“Even if I’m interesting, I’m possessed, I really am an abomination compared to anyone else. Your kindness is appreciated, but I don’t understand why. I may be unique here, so unique that everyone other than some people are afraid of me. It’s confusing, but comforting.”
(Night)
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
*[nom]*
*Sleep well wendi!*
He hugs his friend “We both got married. We need to start planning your wedding. We are going back to that tailor.” He takes his hand and begins walking.
He mutters to himself, not yet noticing Loriche “Ah the good days of this place, I remember. Amazing it was.”
*cut*
The small critter on the counter shakes its head quickly. “Oh no no no no no no no no no no no! You’ve just done something very excellent! You, ma’am, have just acquired the services of Garty and The Faceless Flesh! You’ve heard of bags of devouring? We’re far superior to those. Any who open this bag can have us act as collectors for you! Through your greed, all things will become one!”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*good night! see you tomorrow hopefully!*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Mauric follows him eagerly. “Uh, I was hoping to plan it with Nick, but yeah, I do need to dress up for it.”
Loriche tucks the pick back into her belt. “Hi?” She calls to him.
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 going to help you plan this wedding and you can’t stop me. Oh and my wedding is happening at the garden about a quarter mile from here.” When they arrive at the tailor he begins to describe what is best for Mauric to wear to this wedding.
He turn to her, well more just his helm turns “Hello there, who might you be?”
Mauric is kind of passive during this, having no fashion sense. “…well I’ll ask Nick, but thanks for being so enthusiastic about this.”
“I’m Loriche va Benthis. Sorry for disturbing you, this is just a place that’s really nostalgic for me.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*anyone still on?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Anyone on? I'm almost ready to intro my AU Stranger.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*HERE*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Awesome!*
A man stumbles out of the woods, panic in his glowing eyes. Through the darkness behind him is... himself. But bigger. Stronger. They both wear the same stolen scarecrow clothes. The same red scarf and grey trenchcoat.
The smaller man screams and trips. "Please! Don't kill me! I-I'll help you stop it! Two heads are better than one!" The larger man raises the massive, heavily modified shovel over his head and splits the smaller one's ribcage with a single blow. "Stop whining. You'll be back tomorrow like the rest of us. Without your key." The smaller one gargles blood as they die.
The large man bends down and begins to gorge on his smaller self, eating every scrap of fabric and bit of bone. He does not seem to enjoy it.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(I’m back)
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
*Hey, Moon! I just introed and I don't have much time. Does that interest you at all?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Well, goodnight, I guess.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Room of swords-*
*This seems neat, tho i don't have anyone in that area atm*
*Sleep well baalze :D*
(Sorry, I had to go get dinner. My apologies for not responding sooner)
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