"Hmm... well, there's the four arms and the connection to radio waves that I mentioned before... some innate magic, ideally for creating things... maybe some way of teleporting... and besides what I already have on that list I gave you, I think that's it."
Stroth laughs "I meant like stuff like hair, eyes, nose, teeth, lips, stuff like that."
"Oh, I see. Silly me." She chuckles a bit. "Let me see..." She flips to a new page of her notepad, and after a few minutes, hands over a more detailed version of the drawing she gave Stroth before- complete with close-up drawings of the head and face from different angles. "I based the face off of my old one, though there's a few edits I made."
She looks it over and nods "I can work with that." She hands it back and cracks her knuckles. She summons her cane and spellbook and cackles madly.
"If I wanted you to leave, I would have said so outright. I believe if I learned more about you I would be fine. I will be setting up a reservation soon. Even if I don't like you due to personal biases, we've all heard the proverb about keeping your enemies close."
Felix nods back. "Because I can't remove the mote from my brother's eye until I remove the plank from mine."
"To use as meat shields in case worse enemies come along so you can rid of both at the same time." He shrugs and rolls his shoulders "Set up a time whenever you like, I'll make sure to set you in a place like everyone else."
*NGL mate, I read Felix's words like five times and my brain short circuited.*
He nods and stands up "Care for a meal?"
*It's a reference to a proverb about how you need to take care of yourself in order to help others. If you have two broken legs and are bleeding out from a ripped-off arm, it's not a good idea to attempt to fetch a bandaid for your best bud.*
"Thank you. I hope in the future we can comfortably occupy the same town."
Stroth throws him in front of Sparrow, grinning "Found your attacker."
Grimes tries to scramble up and explain, but Sparrow puts Rosemary in his mouth the moment he opens it "Ain't that interestin'?" *Sorry, I disappeared.*
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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.'
"If I wanted you to leave, I would have said so outright. I believe if I learned more about you I would be fine. I will be setting up a reservation soon. Even if I don't like you due to personal biases, we've all heard the proverb about keeping your enemies close."
Felix nods back. "Because I can't remove the mote from my brother's eye until I remove the plank from mine."
"To use as meat shields in case worse enemies come along so you can rid of both at the same time." He shrugs and rolls his shoulders "Set up a time whenever you like, I'll make sure to set you in a place like everyone else."
*NGL mate, I read Felix's words like five times and my brain short circuited.*
He nods and stands up "Care for a meal?"
*It's a reference to a proverb about how you need to take care of yourself in order to help others. If you have two broken legs and are bleeding out from a ripped-off arm, it's not a good idea to attempt to fetch a bandaid for your best bud.*
"Thank you. I hope in the future we can comfortably occupy the same town."
Felix stands up as well. "Always."
"Mn, I am comfortable with you being here but if you are comfortable with me, that's your own issue. No offense." He shrugs.
Samaritan and William head back to the restaurant where the skellies are cleaning up for the night shift.
Stroth throws him in front of Sparrow, grinning "Found your attacker."
Grimes tries to scramble up and explain, but Sparrow puts Rosemary in his mouth the moment he opens it "Ain't that interestin'?" *Sorry, I disappeared.*
Stroth watches with gleeful fascination "The [GP] has some intel on your sisters."
"Hmm... well, there's the four arms and the connection to radio waves that I mentioned before... some innate magic, ideally for creating things... maybe some way of teleporting... and besides what I already have on that list I gave you, I think that's it."
Stroth laughs "I meant like stuff like hair, eyes, nose, teeth, lips, stuff like that."
"Oh, I see. Silly me." She chuckles a bit. "Let me see..." She flips to a new page of her notepad, and after a few minutes, hands over a more detailed version of the drawing she gave Stroth before- complete with close-up drawings of the head and face from different angles. "I based the face off of my old one, though there's a few edits I made."
She looks it over and nods "I can work with that." She hands it back and cracks her knuckles. She summons her cane and spellbook and cackles madly.
*sorry 'bout the delay*
She giggles like a lunatic as well, barely able to stay still, clearly ecstatic.
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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)
"Hmm... well, there's the four arms and the connection to radio waves that I mentioned before... some innate magic, ideally for creating things... maybe some way of teleporting... and besides what I already have on that list I gave you, I think that's it."
Stroth laughs "I meant like stuff like hair, eyes, nose, teeth, lips, stuff like that."
"Oh, I see. Silly me." She chuckles a bit. "Let me see..." She flips to a new page of her notepad, and after a few minutes, hands over a more detailed version of the drawing she gave Stroth before- complete with close-up drawings of the head and face from different angles. "I based the face off of my old one, though there's a few edits I made."
She looks it over and nods "I can work with that." She hands it back and cracks her knuckles. She summons her cane and spellbook and cackles madly.
*sorry 'bout the delay*
She giggles like a lunatic as well, barely able to stay still, clearly ecstatic.
*All good.*
Stroth walks over to what looks like a large vat. She smacks the side of it with her cane and grins "This is where we will house the new body."
"Hmm... well, there's the four arms and the connection to radio waves that I mentioned before... some innate magic, ideally for creating things... maybe some way of teleporting... and besides what I already have on that list I gave you, I think that's it."
Stroth laughs "I meant like stuff like hair, eyes, nose, teeth, lips, stuff like that."
"Oh, I see. Silly me." She chuckles a bit. "Let me see..." She flips to a new page of her notepad, and after a few minutes, hands over a more detailed version of the drawing she gave Stroth before- complete with close-up drawings of the head and face from different angles. "I based the face off of my old one, though there's a few edits I made."
She looks it over and nods "I can work with that." She hands it back and cracks her knuckles. She summons her cane and spellbook and cackles madly.
*sorry 'bout the delay*
She giggles like a lunatic as well, barely able to stay still, clearly ecstatic.
*All good.*
Stroth walks over to what looks like a large vat. She smacks the side of it with her cane and grins "This is where we will house the new body."
KK looks at the large vessel, taking notes. "Got it. So, the whole time we're making it, it'll be chilling in here? Or will we need to take it out every so often to make changes?"
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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)
"Hmm... well, there's the four arms and the connection to radio waves that I mentioned before... some innate magic, ideally for creating things... maybe some way of teleporting... and besides what I already have on that list I gave you, I think that's it."
Stroth laughs "I meant like stuff like hair, eyes, nose, teeth, lips, stuff like that."
"Oh, I see. Silly me." She chuckles a bit. "Let me see..." She flips to a new page of her notepad, and after a few minutes, hands over a more detailed version of the drawing she gave Stroth before- complete with close-up drawings of the head and face from different angles. "I based the face off of my old one, though there's a few edits I made."
She looks it over and nods "I can work with that." She hands it back and cracks her knuckles. She summons her cane and spellbook and cackles madly.
*sorry 'bout the delay*
She giggles like a lunatic as well, barely able to stay still, clearly ecstatic.
*All good.*
Stroth walks over to what looks like a large vat. She smacks the side of it with her cane and grins "This is where we will house the new body."
KK looks at the large vessel, taking notes. "Got it. So, the whole time we're making it, it'll be chilling in here? Or will we need to take it out every so often to make changes?"
"The second one, every so often but not for very long because it will dry out or ort or worse."
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
Stroth throws him in front of Sparrow, grinning "Found your attacker."
Grimes tries to scramble up and explain, but Sparrow puts Rosemary in his mouth the moment he opens it "Ain't that interestin'?" *Sorry, I disappeared.*
Stroth watches with gleeful fascination "The [GP] has some intel on your sisters."
He raises an eyebrow, before taking Rosemary out of his mouth "Lucky [gp] gets to keep his throat." Grimes coughs, beginning to try and scramble away.
Stroth throws him in front of Sparrow, grinning "Found your attacker."
Grimes tries to scramble up and explain, but Sparrow puts Rosemary in his mouth the moment he opens it "Ain't that interestin'?" *Sorry, I disappeared.*
Stroth watches with gleeful fascination "The [GP] has some intel on your sisters."
He raises an eyebrow, before taking Rosemary out of his mouth "Lucky [gp] gets to keep his throat." Grimes coughs, beginning to try and scramble away.
*Sorry I disappear again, math test.*
She grabs him again and throws him into the dirt "Don't try that or I'll make good on hunting you."
She looks it over and nods "I can work with that." She hands it back and cracks her knuckles. She summons her cane and spellbook and cackles madly.
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
*It's a reference to a proverb about how you need to take care of yourself in order to help others. If you have two broken legs and are bleeding out from a ripped-off arm, it's not a good idea to attempt to fetch a bandaid for your best bud.*
"Thank you. I hope in the future we can comfortably occupy the same town."
Felix stands up as well. "Always."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Grimes tries to scramble up and explain, but Sparrow puts Rosemary in his mouth the moment he opens it "Ain't that interestin'?" *Sorry, I disappeared.*
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.)
"Mn, I am comfortable with you being here but if you are comfortable with me, that's your own issue. No offense." He shrugs.
Samaritan and William head back to the restaurant where the skellies are cleaning up for the night shift.
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
*Anybody else want to roleplay?*
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.)
Stroth watches with gleeful fascination "The [GP] has some intel on your sisters."
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 'bout the delay*
She giggles like a lunatic as well, barely able to stay still, clearly ecstatic.
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)
*I am such a freak. Society is bad. You drink water, I drink anarchy.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Back into the box with ye.*
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
*All good.*
Stroth walks over to what looks like a large vat. She smacks the side of it with her cane and grins "This is where we will house the new body."
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
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I liked the game but I didn't like some parts of it tbh. made me sad :[*
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
KK looks at the large vessel, taking notes. "Got it. So, the whole time we're making it, it'll be chilling in here? Or will we need to take it out every so often to make changes?"
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)
"The second one, every so often but not for very long because it will dry out or ort or worse."
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
(anyone want to rp)
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
*I get that. It's a great game, just an extremely tragic one.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Some parts just made me uncomfy is all.*
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 raises an eyebrow, before taking Rosemary out of his mouth "Lucky [gp] gets to keep his throat." Grimes coughs, beginning to try and scramble away.
*Sorry I disappear again, math test.*
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.)
She grabs him again and throws him into the dirt "Don't try that or I'll make good on hunting you."
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
*I would be concerned if they didn't.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels