11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
A dirty, hand-painted clockwork kobold, painted and dressed in faded reds and whites, strides into the inn. They seem to radiate a tangible aura of excitement.
A simple-looking clockwork man, with the same colors and stylings as the kobold, shuffles in behind them. They do not radiate a tangible aura of excitement.
*Can't go a single day without making a new character, can I?*
Xan is inside, drinking coffee. "How in the bloody hells do people drink this?" he said to the cup "Your very bland" In his hand suddenly appears chili flakes as he sprinkles them in.
Adder is outside. He is cleaning blood off himself and humming "Rasputin" to himself. His shirt, a specialized metal vest, layers of bandages, and his prosthetic arm sat beside him on a tree stump.
*Description?*
The little automaton walks up to him, with the sad clown construct following behind.
The kobold pulls out a rag and pours something on it. They then offer it to Adder.
A dirty, hand-painted clockwork kobold, painted and dressed in faded reds and whites, strides into the inn. They seem to radiate a tangible aura of excitement.
A simple-looking clockwork man, with the same colors and stylings as the kobold, shuffles in behind them. They do not radiate a tangible aura of excitement.
*Can't go a single day without making a new character, can I?*
Xan is inside, drinking coffee. "How in the bloody hells do people drink this?" he said to the cup "Your very bland" In his hand suddenly appears chili flakes as he sprinkles them in.
Adder is outside. He is cleaning blood off himself and humming "Rasputin" to himself. His shirt, a specialized metal vest, layers of bandages, and his prosthetic arm sat beside him on a tree stump.
*Description?*
The little automaton walks up to him, with the sad clown construct following behind.
The kobold pulls out a rag and pours something on it. They then offer it to Adder.
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
A dirty, hand-painted clockwork kobold, painted and dressed in faded reds and whites, strides into the inn. They seem to radiate a tangible aura of excitement.
A simple-looking clockwork man, with the same colors and stylings as the kobold, shuffles in behind them. They do not radiate a tangible aura of excitement.
*Can't go a single day without making a new character, can I?*
Xan is inside, drinking coffee. "How in the bloody hells do people drink this?" he said to the cup "Your very bland" In his hand suddenly appears chili flakes as he sprinkles them in.
Adder is outside. He is cleaning blood off himself and humming "Rasputin" to himself. His shirt, a specialized metal vest, layers of bandages, and his prosthetic arm sat beside him on a tree stump.
*Description?*
The little automaton walks up to him, with the sad clown construct following behind.
The kobold pulls out a rag and pours something on it. They then offer it to Adder.
"It's antibiotics. It works as both a medicine and disinfectant. I had to learn the hard way that blood-borne diseases are a bad deal."
*Adder is a special type of Tiefling called a Cratch. Cratch's don't follow the rules of exhaustion like normal D&D races. They don't need food or water for more then 15 days and can go without sleep for 10.*
"Im fine" he said and chuckled "besides, not all of it's mine"
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
A dirty, hand-painted clockwork kobold, painted and dressed in faded reds and whites, strides into the inn. They seem to radiate a tangible aura of excitement.
A simple-looking clockwork man, with the same colors and stylings as the kobold, shuffles in behind them. They do not radiate a tangible aura of excitement.
*Can't go a single day without making a new character, can I?*
Xan is inside, drinking coffee. "How in the bloody hells do people drink this?" he said to the cup "Your very bland" In his hand suddenly appears chili flakes as he sprinkles them in.
Adder is outside. He is cleaning blood off himself and humming "Rasputin" to himself. His shirt, a specialized metal vest, layers of bandages, and his prosthetic arm sat beside him on a tree stump.
*Description?*
The little automaton walks up to him, with the sad clown construct following behind.
The kobold pulls out a rag and pours something on it. They then offer it to Adder.
"It's antibiotics. It works as both a medicine and disinfectant. I had to learn the hard way that blood-borne diseases are a bad deal."
*Adder is a special type of Tiefling called a Cratch. Cratch's don't follow the rules of exhaustion like normal D&D races. They don't need food or water for more then 15 days and can go without sleep for 10.*
"Im fine" he said and chuckled "besides, not all of it's mine"
"I thought so." They look at the prosthetic arm. "I can tune that up if you like."
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
A dirty, hand-painted clockwork kobold, painted and dressed in faded reds and whites, strides into the inn. They seem to radiate a tangible aura of excitement.
A simple-looking clockwork man, with the same colors and stylings as the kobold, shuffles in behind them. They do not radiate a tangible aura of excitement.
*Can't go a single day without making a new character, can I?*
Xan is inside, drinking coffee. "How in the bloody hells do people drink this?" he said to the cup "Your very bland" In his hand suddenly appears chili flakes as he sprinkles them in.
Adder is outside. He is cleaning blood off himself and humming "Rasputin" to himself. His shirt, a specialized metal vest, layers of bandages, and his prosthetic arm sat beside him on a tree stump.
*Description?*
The little automaton walks up to him, with the sad clown construct following behind.
The kobold pulls out a rag and pours something on it. They then offer it to Adder.
"It's antibiotics. It works as both a medicine and disinfectant. I had to learn the hard way that blood-borne diseases are a bad deal."
*Adder is a special type of Tiefling called a Cratch. Cratch's don't follow the rules of exhaustion like normal D&D races. They don't need food or water for more then 15 days and can go without sleep for 10.*
"Im fine" he said and chuckled "besides, not all of it's mine"
"I thought so." They look at the prosthetic arm. "I can tune that up if you like."
"No thanks mate" he said "I already got somebody who can do that for me"
A dirty, hand-painted clockwork kobold, painted and dressed in faded reds and whites, strides into the inn. They seem to radiate a tangible aura of excitement.
A simple-looking clockwork man, with the same colors and stylings as the kobold, shuffles in behind them. They do not radiate a tangible aura of excitement.
*Can't go a single day without making a new character, can I?*
Xan is inside, drinking coffee. "How in the bloody hells do people drink this?" he said to the cup "Your very bland" In his hand suddenly appears chili flakes as he sprinkles them in.
Adder is outside. He is cleaning blood off himself and humming "Rasputin" to himself. His shirt, a specialized metal vest, layers of bandages, and his prosthetic arm sat beside him on a tree stump.
*Description?*
The little automaton walks up to him, with the sad clown construct following behind.
The kobold pulls out a rag and pours something on it. They then offer it to Adder.
"It's antibiotics. It works as both a medicine and disinfectant. I had to learn the hard way that blood-borne diseases are a bad deal."
*Adder is a special type of Tiefling called a Cratch. Cratch's don't follow the rules of exhaustion like normal D&D races. They don't need food or water for more then 15 days and can go without sleep for 10.*
"Im fine" he said and chuckled "besides, not all of it's mine"
"I thought so." They look at the prosthetic arm. "I can tune that up if you like."
"No thanks mate" he said "I already got somebody who can do that for me"
They seem a little dissapointed. Then they perk up. "Wanna see a trick?"
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
A dirty, hand-painted clockwork kobold, painted and dressed in faded reds and whites, strides into the inn. They seem to radiate a tangible aura of excitement.
A simple-looking clockwork man, with the same colors and stylings as the kobold, shuffles in behind them. They do not radiate a tangible aura of excitement.
*Can't go a single day without making a new character, can I?*
Xan is inside, drinking coffee. "How in the bloody hells do people drink this?" he said to the cup "Your very bland" In his hand suddenly appears chili flakes as he sprinkles them in.
Adder is outside. He is cleaning blood off himself and humming "Rasputin" to himself. His shirt, a specialized metal vest, layers of bandages, and his prosthetic arm sat beside him on a tree stump.
*Description?*
The little automaton walks up to him, with the sad clown construct following behind.
The kobold pulls out a rag and pours something on it. They then offer it to Adder.
"It's antibiotics. It works as both a medicine and disinfectant. I had to learn the hard way that blood-borne diseases are a bad deal."
*Adder is a special type of Tiefling called a Cratch. Cratch's don't follow the rules of exhaustion like normal D&D races. They don't need food or water for more then 15 days and can go without sleep for 10.*
"Im fine" he said and chuckled "besides, not all of it's mine"
"I thought so." They look at the prosthetic arm. "I can tune that up if you like."
"No thanks mate" he said "I already got somebody who can do that for me"
They seem a little dissapointed. Then they perk up. "Wanna see a trick?"
"Oh, just this rifle. And a dagger."
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
"No idea. You?"
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
*Here ill put in his Heroforge: https://www.heroforge.com/load_config=501482800/ *
Adder looks at it and tilts his head "mn?"
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
Brand smiles at him "You need more then that"
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
Xan shakes his head "I was planning to mess with that chimera today" he chuckles
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
*Lots o' gold.*
"It's antibiotics. It works as both a medicine and disinfectant. I had to learn the hard way that blood-borne diseases are a bad deal."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I've been on various watches for the last 50 years. I pack light."
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
*Adder is a special type of Tiefling called a Cratch. Cratch's don't follow the rules of exhaustion like normal D&D races. They don't need food or water for more then 15 days and can go without sleep for 10.*
"Im fine" he said and chuckled "besides, not all of it's mine"
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 need at least a Rifle, Pistol, and a dagger. Pistols are light and can more useful"
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
Emmet frowns. "Okay..."
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
"I thought so." They look at the prosthetic arm. "I can tune that up if you like."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Not my sortta thing."
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
"Whats with the frown?" Xan said
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 thanks mate" he said "I already got somebody who can do that for me"
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
Brand nods and watches him
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
They seem a little dissapointed. Then they perk up. "Wanna see a trick?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"You're spending time with the person you hired me to hurt."
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(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Karl stares into the fire.
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(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
"Sure?" he says and tilts his head
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
"To mess with and yes hurt" he said "My whims change on a dime"
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