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 looks unphased. "Your a teen. Your tone has no effect young man."
"Age isn't important. You're being rude, you don't want to get your [gp] kicked in." He says, just as calm as always "Not threatening you, just warning."
Phoenix cracks his neck. "You're not threatening kid. You're arrogant. And arrogance is the death of men."
He cracks his own knuckles "That sounds like a threat old [gp], and I wouldn't be making those when a light breeze could make you keel over."
*ok. Jester. Why is your character being so hostile, man. Phoenix muttered something that shouldn't have been able to have been heard. It makes no sense why he's just trying to start something for the sake of starting something.*
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Traitor, not necessarily being stealthy about being here, sits at a nearby chair and begins reading the book.
It seems to be a whole bunch of gibberish that is hard to understand. Theren shifts in his sleep, yawning a bit
"Good morning." She says plainly, not looking from the book as she turns the page, being extremely careful not to cut or tear the paper with her claws.
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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)
Theren is in the library asleep, snoring on a couch.
Phoenix is half-awake at a table, sipping coffee.
Nick is asleep in his room, sun streaming over him and making him shift in his sleep.
Helena and The Tarnished are outside picking flowers, The Tarnished doing it begrudgingly.
-this last one is for anyone walking in the woods-
Propped up at the entrance to a cave is a man in armor with a spear through his chest. His breathing is shallow.
A cloaked figure in a white rabbit mask watches the man from afar. They are dressed in full black, along with gloves and boots, and standing perfectly still about 100 feet from him, just... watching.
The man stares back, breathing slowly.
They continue to stare, unmoving.
"who art thou...?"
They say nothing, simply just sitting down on a rock.
The knight groans in pain, shifting slightly
They are as still as a statue as they continue to watch.
He looks unphased. "Your a teen. Your tone has no effect young man."
"Age isn't important. You're being rude, you don't want to get your [gp] kicked in." He says, just as calm as always "Not threatening you, just warning."
Phoenix cracks his neck. "You're not threatening kid. You're arrogant. And arrogance is the death of men."
He cracks his own knuckles "That sounds like a threat old [gp], and I wouldn't be making those when a light breeze could make you keel over."
*ok. Jester. Why is your character being so hostile, man. Phoenix muttered something that shouldn't have been able to have been heard. It makes no sense why he's just trying to start something for the sake of starting something.*
*Sorry dude, not all my characters are chill. If you didn't want it to be heard I wouldn't have written what he muttered, but that's my fault. If you want to deal with another character I have more chill ones, but Phoenix isn't exactly a chill guy himself, after all, when he met Sparrow he immediately criticized him for using magic.*
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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.'
Traitor, not necessarily being stealthy about being here, sits at a nearby chair and begins reading the book.
It seems to be a whole bunch of gibberish that is hard to understand. Theren shifts in his sleep, yawning a bit
"Good morning." She says plainly, not looking from the book as she turns the page, being extremely careful not to cut or tear the paper with her claws.
"Who...?" he asks, still half-asleep.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Theren is in the library asleep, snoring on a couch.
Phoenix is half-awake at a table, sipping coffee.
Nick is asleep in his room, sun streaming over him and making him shift in his sleep.
Helena and The Tarnished are outside picking flowers, The Tarnished doing it begrudgingly.
-this last one is for anyone walking in the woods-
Propped up at the entrance to a cave is a man in armor with a spear through his chest. His breathing is shallow.
A cloaked figure in a white rabbit mask watches the man from afar. They are dressed in full black, along with gloves and boots, and standing perfectly still about 100 feet from him, just... watching.
The man stares back, breathing slowly.
They continue to stare, unmoving.
"who art thou...?"
They say nothing, simply just sitting down on a rock.
The knight groans in pain, shifting slightly
They are as still as a statue as they continue to watch.
He stares back
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Theren is in the library asleep, snoring on a couch.
Phoenix is half-awake at a table, sipping coffee.
Nick is asleep in his room, sun streaming over him and making him shift in his sleep.
Helena and The Tarnished are outside picking flowers, The Tarnished doing it begrudgingly.
-this last one is for anyone walking in the woods-
Propped up at the entrance to a cave is a man in armor with a spear through his chest. His breathing is shallow.
A cloaked figure in a white rabbit mask watches the man from afar. They are dressed in full black, along with gloves and boots, and standing perfectly still about 100 feet from him, just... watching.
The man stares back, breathing slowly.
They continue to stare, unmoving.
"who art thou...?"
They say nothing, simply just sitting down on a rock.
The knight groans in pain, shifting slightly
They are as still as a statue as they continue to watch.
He stares back
They reach into the pockets of their sweatshirt, pulling out a playing card.
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
Traitor, not necessarily being stealthy about being here, sits at a nearby chair and begins reading the book.
It seems to be a whole bunch of gibberish that is hard to understand. Theren shifts in his sleep, yawning a bit
"Good morning." She says plainly, not looking from the book as she turns the page, being extremely careful not to cut or tear the paper with her claws.
"Who...?" he asks, still half-asleep.
"Just another person interested in reading up about necromancy."
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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)
He looks unphased. "Your a teen. Your tone has no effect young man."
"Age isn't important. You're being rude, you don't want to get your [gp] kicked in." He says, just as calm as always "Not threatening you, just warning."
Phoenix cracks his neck. "You're not threatening kid. You're arrogant. And arrogance is the death of men."
He cracks his own knuckles "That sounds like a threat old [gp], and I wouldn't be making those when a light breeze could make you keel over."
*ok. Jester. Why is your character being so hostile, man. Phoenix muttered something that shouldn't have been able to have been heard. It makes no sense why he's just trying to start something for the sake of starting something.*
*Sorry dude, not all my characters are chill. If you didn't want it to be heard I wouldn't have written what he muttered, but that's my fault. If you want to deal with another character I have more chill ones, but Phoenix isn't exactly a chill guy himself, after all, when he met Sparrow he immediately criticized him for using magic.*
*Your joking right? I wrote that he muttered it. Maybe go back and check because I know I did. And phoenix is a pretty chill guy, he just isn't a fan of magic. He never criticized either, he was just pointing out that something made no sense.*
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Theren is in the library asleep, snoring on a couch.
Phoenix is half-awake at a table, sipping coffee.
Nick is asleep in his room, sun streaming over him and making him shift in his sleep.
Helena and The Tarnished are outside picking flowers, The Tarnished doing it begrudgingly.
-this last one is for anyone walking in the woods-
Propped up at the entrance to a cave is a man in armor with a spear through his chest. His breathing is shallow.
A cloaked figure in a white rabbit mask watches the man from afar. They are dressed in full black, along with gloves and boots, and standing perfectly still about 100 feet from him, just... watching.
The man stares back, breathing slowly.
They continue to stare, unmoving.
"who art thou...?"
They say nothing, simply just sitting down on a rock.
The knight groans in pain, shifting slightly
They are as still as a statue as they continue to watch.
He stares back
They reach into the pockets of their sweatshirt, pulling out a playing card.
He looks confused.
*Wendi do you mind checking your pms?*
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Traitor, not necessarily being stealthy about being here, sits at a nearby chair and begins reading the book.
It seems to be a whole bunch of gibberish that is hard to understand. Theren shifts in his sleep, yawning a bit
"Good morning." She says plainly, not looking from the book as she turns the page, being extremely careful not to cut or tear the paper with her claws.
"Who...?" he asks, still half-asleep.
"Just another person interested in reading up about necromancy."
"What do you want with that?"
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
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
Theren is in the library asleep, snoring on a couch.
Phoenix is half-awake at a table, sipping coffee.
Nick is asleep in his room, sun streaming over him and making him shift in his sleep.
Helena and The Tarnished are outside picking flowers, The Tarnished doing it begrudgingly.
-this last one is for anyone walking in the woods-
Propped up at the entrance to a cave is a man in armor with a spear through his chest. His breathing is shallow.
A cloaked figure in a white rabbit mask watches the man from afar. They are dressed in full black, along with gloves and boots, and standing perfectly still about 100 feet from him, just... watching.
The man stares back, breathing slowly.
They continue to stare, unmoving.
"who art thou...?"
They say nothing, simply just sitting down on a rock.
The knight groans in pain, shifting slightly
They are as still as a statue as they continue to watch.
He stares back
They reach into the pockets of their sweatshirt, pulling out a playing card.
He looks confused.
*Wendi do you mind checking your pms?*
*Yerp!*
Suddenly, with a flick of their wrist, the card goes flying. It hits mere inches from the man, lodging itself in the cave wall.
Theren is in the library asleep, snoring on a couch.
Phoenix is half-awake at a table, sipping coffee.
Nick is asleep in his room, sun streaming over him and making him shift in his sleep.
Helena and The Tarnished are outside picking flowers, The Tarnished doing it begrudgingly.
-this last one is for anyone walking in the woods-
Propped up at the entrance to a cave is a man in armor with a spear through his chest. His breathing is shallow.
A cloaked figure in a white rabbit mask watches the man from afar. They are dressed in full black, along with gloves and boots, and standing perfectly still about 100 feet from him, just... watching.
The man stares back, breathing slowly.
They continue to stare, unmoving.
"who art thou...?"
They say nothing, simply just sitting down on a rock.
The knight groans in pain, shifting slightly
They are as still as a statue as they continue to watch.
He stares back
They reach into the pockets of their sweatshirt, pulling out a playing card.
He looks confused.
*Wendi do you mind checking your pms?*
*Yerp!*
Suddenly, with a flick of their wrist, the card goes flying. It hits mere inches from the man, lodging itself in the cave wall.
"Impressive trick friend..." he says weakly
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He looks unphased. "Your a teen. Your tone has no effect young man."
"Age isn't important. You're being rude, you don't want to get your [gp] kicked in." He says, just as calm as always "Not threatening you, just warning."
Phoenix cracks his neck. "You're not threatening kid. You're arrogant. And arrogance is the death of men."
He cracks his own knuckles "That sounds like a threat old [gp], and I wouldn't be making those when a light breeze could make you keel over."
*ok. Jester. Why is your character being so hostile, man. Phoenix muttered something that shouldn't have been able to have been heard. It makes no sense why he's just trying to start something for the sake of starting something.*
*Sorry dude, not all my characters are chill. If you didn't want it to be heard I wouldn't have written what he muttered, but that's my fault. If you want to deal with another character I have more chill ones, but Phoenix isn't exactly a chill guy himself, after all, when he met Sparrow he immediately criticized him for using magic.*
*Your joking right? I wrote that he muttered it. Maybe go back and check because I know I did. And phoenix is a pretty chill guy, he just isn't a fan of magic. He never criticized either, he was just pointing out that something made no sense.*
*Dawg we can go back and cross analyze this if you want, but I don't feel like wasting my time with something like that. Whatever man, if you want a chiller character you know I have others.*
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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.'
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.)
(hi yvonne)
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
*ok. Jester. Why is your character being so hostile, man. Phoenix muttered something that shouldn't have been able to have been heard. It makes no sense why he's just trying to start something for the sake of starting something.*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Good morning." She says plainly, not looking from the book as she turns the page, being extremely careful not to cut or tear the paper with her claws.
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)
They are as still as a statue as they continue to watch.
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
*Sorry dude, not all my characters are chill. If you didn't want it to be heard I wouldn't have written what he muttered, but that's my fault. If you want to deal with another character I have more chill ones, but Phoenix isn't exactly a chill guy himself, after all, when he met Sparrow he immediately criticized him for using magic.*
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.)
"Who...?" he asks, still half-asleep.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He stares back
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
They reach into the pockets of their sweatshirt, pulling out a playing card.
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 rp wendo)
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
"Just another person interested in reading up about necromancy."
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)
*Your joking right? I wrote that he muttered it. Maybe go back and check because I know I did. And phoenix is a pretty chill guy, he just isn't a fan of magic. He never criticized either, he was just pointing out that something made no sense.*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Shore.*
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 looks confused.
*Wendi do you mind checking your pms?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"What do you want with that?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(who you got)
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
*Yerp!*
Suddenly, with a flick of their wrist, the card goes flying. It hits mere inches from the man, lodging itself in the cave wall.
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
*Uhhh Scott, New guy, Home, etc.*
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
"Impressive trick friend..." he says weakly
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Dawg we can go back and cross analyze this if you want, but I don't feel like wasting my time with something like that. Whatever man, if you want a chiller character you know I have others.*
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.)