"Yeah.. well more so Khemet who also controls me.."
"And Khmet is...?"
"God of Chaos or some (GP)"
he sighs "great..."
"Unfortunately, I know..." He says
"I could look into ways to get people to sleep but none of the methods I could do would be pleasant"
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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
Some of the forest around where the Fell Manor once stood is dying, the plant life withering and turning grey. The corruption doesn't cover a large area, but it does seem to slowly yet steadily be spreading.
Traitor is once again sharpening her talons, preparing for battle.
KK is stitching together parts of other (thankfully inanimate) mannequins to try and visualize some of her designs for her ultimate goal.
This seems very interesting
A black and white harpy hops up behind her
She stops, her head turning around to face them while still stitching cloth appendages together. "Oh, hello there."
*desc?* He squaks "Hi! What'cha workin on?"
*KK is a cloth mannequin wearing a long white coat with several paint and clay stains all over it over an emerald green sweater and pants. A pair of radio antennae extend from the back of her head, and her speech sounds as though it's coming through an old radio speaker.*
"I'm putting together concepts for when I make myself a new body." She states rather matter-of-factly while attaching another arm to her mock-up design.
"New body? Sounds a bit like someone my boss helped a while ago"
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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)
"I would use my real name, but it's somehow worse. Turns out my family is kind of a bad name around these parts. At least my title fits my job okay."
"Aw, I'm sorry man, that sucks." He nods sympathically "Sometimes you need a fake name, how else you gonna do business?"
"Yeah. I hate my job, but it's all I know and I need the money. At this point, I'm getting no money while still working a job that I hate. Nobody wants to pay for quality meat when they can have a wider variety of quality fish for cheaper." He sighs. "So, not judging you at all, why did you steal the bacon? Was it just easier than getting it from the market?"
"I would use my real name, but it's somehow worse. Turns out my family is kind of a bad name around these parts. At least my title fits my job okay."
"Aw, I'm sorry man, that sucks." He nods sympathically "Sometimes you need a fake name, how else you gonna do business?"
"Yeah. I hate my job, but it's all I know and I need the money. At this point, I'm getting no money while still working a job that I hate. Nobody wants to pay for quality meat when they can have a wider variety of quality fish for cheaper." He sighs. "So, not judging you at all, why did you steal the bacon? Was it just easier than getting it from the market?"
"Yep. Sometimes you don't got the money for the good things in life so you got to steal em." He shrugs "I unfortunately don't have a lot of money for a lot of things."
Julian is sitting on the steps of his trailer, having a bit of dinner which consists of mashed potatoes, fried chicken, and beans.
Stroth is sitting inside, looking over spellbook and deciding which spells to get rid of and replace.
Krist is humming while sitting on front of a bonfire, a pipe in his mouth. The grandfatherly figure seem to be making s'mores.
Alix is sitting by the fire, curled up in a chair. A blanket around his shoulders as he thumbs through a book.
Allison is at the bar, researching ways to safely dispose of magical items without harming who they are cursed to.
Igor is crying quietly, wondering why his mother sent him here of all places instead of the farm where he should be.
Scott is sitting at the bar, drinking some tea to try and get himself to sleep.
*Do you want to deal with any of mine?*
*Any character you want.*
*But I want you to piiiiick! (Tantrums)*
*Please!!!!*
*I KNOW BUT I FEEL BAD IF I DO. ITS LIKE IM TAKING AWAY FREE WILL-*
*I don’t want to have free will!!!! IT’S HARD TO MAKE CHOICES AND STUFF!*
*I know buddy, I know it is..*
*So could you do me a solid just this once and pick?*
*Okay okay..*
Scott is looking for Dracula, angry as all hell.
Stroth is most likely making out with Sparrow somewhere.
*Thank you.*
Dracula is playing another video game alone in the tavern, drinking a juice box full of blood.
Sparrow is making out with Stroth at his camp, leaning against a tree as they do so.
He storms up to him and narrows his eyes "Don't ever.. ever do that again." She snarls. The tavern flickers like a lightbulb is dying.
Stroth grins and pulls away "Taste like cornbread and the undead." She giggles.
He sips his juice box full of blood “You couldn’t stop me if I wanted to, but sure.” He looks back to his GBA “Wanna play Fire Emblem?”
He’s got a grin of his own “Not exactly a taste I don’t like.” He’s taken off his gloves, and she sees the symbols are part of his hands, and not just the gloves.
"Yeah.. well more so Khemet who also controls me.."
"And Khmet is...?"
"God of Chaos or some (GP)"
he sighs "great..."
"Unfortunately, I know..." He says
"I could look into ways to get people to sleep but none of the methods I could do would be pleasant"
"Thirteen has tried, Tycho has tried... Magic doesn't work.."
"nevermind then"
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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
Julian is sitting on the steps of his trailer, having a bit of dinner which consists of mashed potatoes, fried chicken, and beans.
Stroth is sitting inside, looking over spellbook and deciding which spells to get rid of and replace.
Krist is humming while sitting on front of a bonfire, a pipe in his mouth. The grandfatherly figure seem to be making s'mores.
Alix is sitting by the fire, curled up in a chair. A blanket around his shoulders as he thumbs through a book.
Allison is at the bar, researching ways to safely dispose of magical items without harming who they are cursed to.
Igor is crying quietly, wondering why his mother sent him here of all places instead of the farm where he should be.
Scott is sitting at the bar, drinking some tea to try and get himself to sleep.
*Do you want to deal with any of mine?*
*Any character you want.*
*But I want you to piiiiick! (Tantrums)*
*Please!!!!*
*I KNOW BUT I FEEL BAD IF I DO. ITS LIKE IM TAKING AWAY FREE WILL-*
*I don’t want to have free will!!!! IT’S HARD TO MAKE CHOICES AND STUFF!*
*I know buddy, I know it is..*
*So could you do me a solid just this once and pick?*
*Okay okay..*
Scott is looking for Dracula, angry as all hell.
Stroth is most likely making out with Sparrow somewhere.
*Thank you.*
Dracula is playing another video game alone in the tavern, drinking a juice box full of blood.
Sparrow is making out with Stroth at his camp, leaning against a tree as they do so.
He storms up to him and narrows his eyes "Don't ever.. ever do that again." She snarls. The tavern flickers like a lightbulb is dying.
Stroth grins and pulls away "Taste like cornbread and the undead." She giggles.
He sips his juice box full of blood “You couldn’t stop me if I wanted to, but sure.” He looks back to his GBA “Wanna play Fire Emblem?”
He’s got a grin of his own “Not exactly a taste I don’t like.” He’s taken off his gloves, and she sees the symbols are part of his hands, and not just the gloves.
"No! I don't want to play videos game, I don't want to play a part in this life anymore!" He yells.
She kisses his hands, each brand and mark and scar.
Some of the forest around where the Fell Manor once stood is dying, the plant life withering and turning grey. The corruption doesn't cover a large area, but it does seem to slowly yet steadily be spreading.
Traitor is once again sharpening her talons, preparing for battle.
KK is stitching together parts of other (thankfully inanimate) mannequins to try and visualize some of her designs for her ultimate goal.
This seems very interesting
A black and white harpy hops up behind her
She stops, her head turning around to face them while still stitching cloth appendages together. "Oh, hello there."
*desc?* He squaks "Hi! What'cha workin on?"
*KK is a cloth mannequin wearing a long white coat with several paint and clay stains all over it over an emerald green sweater and pants. A pair of radio antennae extend from the back of her head, and her speech sounds as though it's coming through an old radio speaker.*
"I'm putting together concepts for when I make myself a new body." She states rather matter-of-factly while attaching another arm to her mock-up design.
"New body? Sounds a bit like someone my boss helped a while ago"
"Yep! I'm still figuring out the general design, though." She looks back at the incomplete heap, pausing for a moment, before removing another arm from the design and setting it aside.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Yeah. I hate my job, but it's all I know and I need the money. At this point, I'm getting no money while still working a job that I hate. Nobody wants to pay for quality meat when they can have a wider variety of quality fish for cheaper." He sighs. "So, not judging you at all, why did you steal the bacon? Was it just easier than getting it from the market?"
"Yep. Sometimes you don't got the money for the good things in life so you got to steal em." He shrugs "I unfortunately don't have a lot of money for a lot of things."
"Well, I'd offer you a job, but I just explained just how pointless that would be." He rubs his face with his hands. "It's a real shame too. I used to be able to just buy hair from barbershops that happened to be sympathetic or desperate enough. Usually the latter. Now I have to go and hunt for my meals. I just can't take no pleasure in killing."
"Yeah.. well more so Khemet who also controls me.."
"And Khmet is...?"
"God of Chaos or some (GP)"
he sighs "great..."
"Unfortunately, I know..." He says
"I could look into ways to get people to sleep but none of the methods I could do would be pleasant"
"Thirteen has tried, Tycho has tried... Magic doesn't work.."
"nevermind then"
"You want to try hitting me with a shovel?"
"do you want to risk brain damage?"
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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
"Yeah. I hate my job, but it's all I know and I need the money. At this point, I'm getting no money while still working a job that I hate. Nobody wants to pay for quality meat when they can have a wider variety of quality fish for cheaper." He sighs. "So, not judging you at all, why did you steal the bacon? Was it just easier than getting it from the market?"
"Yep. Sometimes you don't got the money for the good things in life so you got to steal em." He shrugs "I unfortunately don't have a lot of money for a lot of things."
"Well, I'd offer you a job, but I just explained just how pointless that would be." He rubs his face with his hands. "It's a real shame too. I used to be able to just buy hair from barbershops that happened to be sympathetic or desperate enough. Usually the latter. Now I have to go and hunt for my meals. I just can't take no pleasure in killing."
"Understandable." He nods, leaning forward, elbows on his knees "Why not job hunt man?"
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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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Shade mews hiccuping digging her claws in deeper
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
*Thank you.*
Dracula is playing another video game alone in the tavern, drinking a juice box full of blood.
Sparrow is making out with Stroth at his camp, leaning against a tree as they do so.
The tiefling grins, "Anytime"
Georgie hugs him back, doing his best to comfort him
They toss the body to the side, "The violent ones never taste good"
"I could look into ways to get people to sleep but none of the methods I could do would be pleasant"
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
He storms up to him and narrows his eyes "Don't ever.. ever do that again." She snarls. The tavern flickers like a lightbulb is dying.
Stroth grins and pulls away "Taste like cornbread and the undead." She giggles.
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
Scott lights a cigarette and takes a drag, sighing.
Igor cries for a bit before calming down "M-My name is Igor.."
"I know, want me to go find some others?"
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
"New body? Sounds a bit like someone my boss helped a while ago"
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)
"Yeah. I hate my job, but it's all I know and I need the money. At this point, I'm getting no money while still working a job that I hate. Nobody wants to pay for quality meat when they can have a wider variety of quality fish for cheaper." He sighs. "So, not judging you at all, why did you steal the bacon? Was it just easier than getting it from the market?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Thirteen has tried, Tycho has tried... Magic doesn't work.."
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
"Yep. Sometimes you don't got the money for the good things in life so you got to steal em." He shrugs "I unfortunately don't have a lot of money for a lot of things."
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 sips his juice box full of blood “You couldn’t stop me if I wanted to, but sure.” He looks back to his GBA “Wanna play Fire Emblem?”
He’s got a grin of his own “Not exactly a taste I don’t like.” He’s taken off his gloves, and she sees the symbols are part of his hands, and not just the gloves.
"nevermind then"
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
"Smoking?" Tycho sighs
"I'm Georgie" He smiles softly
It shrugs, "I only kill when they attack me."
"No! I don't want to play videos game, I don't want to play a part in this life anymore!" He yells.
She kisses his hands, each brand and mark and scar.
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
"You want to try hitting me with a shovel?"
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
"Yep! I'm still figuring out the general design, though." She looks back at the incomplete heap, pausing for a moment, before removing another arm from the design and setting it aside.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"It helps me relax." He chuckles humorlessly.
"Nice to meet you.." he mumbled.
"Well that's noble of you dear."
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, I'd offer you a job, but I just explained just how pointless that would be." He rubs his face with his hands. "It's a real shame too. I used to be able to just buy hair from barbershops that happened to be sympathetic or desperate enough. Usually the latter. Now I have to go and hunt for my meals. I just can't take no pleasure in killing."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"do you want to risk brain damage?"
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
"Understandable." He nods, leaning forward, elbows on his knees "Why not job hunt man?"
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