Omori is visibly beaming. "Thanks! I like you too, and the painting as well."
"I see... well, from what I heard y'all didn't do anything too egregious, and it seems like you know not to do that again, and that's what matters. We learn from our mistakes all the time."
She pat their head, putting the painting down and cleaning up her supplies "If ya keep makin' progress I'll keep makin' paintings fer ya."
"Okay... okay... okay... thank you for being here." He sighs, breathing deeply.
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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.'
The steps of the old candy shop creak gently under his pure white paws as he steps down. His steps are waltz-like, contrasting his massive body. The gnoll is well-dressed, with a long white coat to match his light grey fur. The only colors on his clothes are Abyssal sigils of pastel pink and yellow. He twirls the sturdy silver scepter in his prison-marked right hand as several goblins in striped aprons follow behind him, moving in a lurching march despite the grins on their faces as they play old-timey music on various instruments. His baritone voice rings out, not for an audience, but simply for the joy of singing.
"And as they're rolling by, Steam blowing on gloomy skies, Just follow my lead and I, Will get you aboard alive..."
The steps of the old candy shop creak gently under his pure white paws as he steps down. His steps are waltz-like, contrasting his massive body. The gnoll is well-dressed, with a long white coat to match his light grey fur. The only colors on his clothes are Abyssal sigils of pastel pink and yellow. He twirls the sturdy silver scepter in his prison-marked right hand as several goblins in striped aprons follow behind him, moving in a lurching march despite the grins on their faces as they play old-timey music on various instruments. His baritone voice rings out, not for an audience, but simply for the joy of singing.
"And as they're rolling by, Steam blowing on gloomy skies, Just follow my lead and I, Will get you aboard alive..."
*Awesome intro, do want any of mine?*
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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.'
Omori is visibly beaming. "Thanks! I like you too, and the painting as well."
"I see... well, from what I heard y'all didn't do anything too egregious, and it seems like you know not to do that again, and that's what matters. We learn from our mistakes all the time."
She pat their head, putting the painting down and cleaning up her supplies "If ya keep makin' progress I'll keep makin' paintings fer ya."
"Okay... okay... okay... thank you for being here." He sighs, breathing deeply.
"Oh, I will. I'll keep practicing, and eventually, I'll cast my first spell! And more after that!" She helps clean up the supplies.
"Again, no problem. If I may ask, what's your name?"
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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)
Omori is visibly beaming. "Thanks! I like you too, and the painting as well."
"I see... well, from what I heard y'all didn't do anything too egregious, and it seems like you know not to do that again, and that's what matters. We learn from our mistakes all the time."
She pat their head, putting the painting down and cleaning up her supplies "If ya keep makin' progress I'll keep makin' paintings fer ya."
"Okay... okay... okay... thank you for being here." He sighs, breathing deeply.
"Oh, I will. I'll keep practicing, and eventually, I'll cast my first spell! And more after that!" She helps clean up the supplies.
"Again, no problem. If I may ask, what's your name?"
"An' I'll be there fer ya all the way, you'll be the greatest spell caster I've ever done met." She can't help but beam with joy, putting the supplies into her overalls.
"I'm... Antonio, nice to... meet you." He shakily holds out a hand.
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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.'
The Herald unfolds his arms and heads into the tavern, intent on trying to get alcohol.
She stays curled up in his arms. Samaritan watches them come over, his eyes burning as he steps outside, a hellish-brand pistol in hand.
He blinks behind the sunglasses "You what?"
Grimes gets up and follows, his arms swinging lazily as he does so.
He continues to hold her, standing in front of Samaritan, unperturbed by the pistol in his hand "Sorry 'bout what happened yesterday, Riotan was lyin' and it led ta some poor choices. Can ya fergive her? I'll clean the restaurant if ya want."
"I broke my bones yesterday fighting, they'll heal eventually. Probably."
The Herald sits at the bar, his clothes shifting to a simple black T-shirt, a over side black hoodie with blue stripes, and a pair of black cargo joggers. He orders a Gin & Tonic, staring at the glass.
Samaritan narrows his eyes "I really don't like having my emotions played at by you two." He snarls "I knew there was no way in heaven or hell that (GP) could like me but you two seemed convinced as all hell." He grumbles and turns to Sparrow "Already cleaned it all up. Keep your (GP) away from my restaurant."
"If they're sticking out of you they won't." He laughs a bit.
The Herald sits at the bar, his clothes shifting to a simple black T-shirt, a over side black hoodie with blue stripes, and a pair of black cargo joggers. He orders a Gin & Tonic, staring at the glass.
Samaritan narrows his eyes "I really don't like having my emotions played at by you two." He snarls "I knew there was no way in heaven or hell that (GP) could like me but you two seemed convinced as all hell." He grumbles and turns to Sparrow "Already cleaned it all up. Keep your (GP) away from my restaurant."
"If they're sticking out of you they won't." He laughs a bit.
He sits next to them, ordering himself another bourbon bottle, pouring himself a glass once more, drinking it slowly "Do we have any jobs today?" He shifts back to his regular form.
"She wanted ta trust her friend, I don't think ya can blame her fer that? They're just tryin' to be good friends, but their friend was tryin' to protect his ego." He nods though "I'll get ta leavin' sorry 'bout all this trouble." He turns to Stroth "But befer we go, do ya have anythin' ta say?"
"Oh no I pushed them back in, maybe I'll do some more work tomorrow, what do you think?"
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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.'
The Herald sits at the bar, his clothes shifting to a simple black T-shirt, a over side black hoodie with blue stripes, and a pair of black cargo joggers. He orders a Gin & Tonic, staring at the glass.
Samaritan narrows his eyes "I really don't like having my emotions played at by you two." He snarls "I knew there was no way in heaven or hell that (GP) could like me but you two seemed convinced as all hell." He grumbles and turns to Sparrow "Already cleaned it all up. Keep your (GP) away from my restaurant."
"If they're sticking out of you they won't." He laughs a bit.
He sits next to them, ordering himself another bourbon bottle, pouring himself a glass once more, drinking it slowly "Do we have any jobs today?" He shifts back to his regular form.
"She wanted ta trust her friend, I don't think ya can blame her fer that? They're just tryin' to be good friends, but their friend was tryin' to protect his ego." He nods though "I'll get ta leavin' sorry 'bout all this trouble." He turns to Stroth "But befer we go, do ya have anythin' ta say?"
"Oh no I pushed them back in, maybe I'll do some more work tomorrow, what do you think?"
"A few but most of them require up close contact than from far away." He says, poking at the lime on the rim of the glass.
Samaritan narrows his eyes, snorting smoke out of his mask. Stroth looks up, bowing her head "Very sorry." She mutters. Samaritan rolls his eyes "Don't come near me again."
"You are gonna need a rest or something." He said.
Omori is visibly beaming. "Thanks! I like you too, and the painting as well."
"I see... well, from what I heard y'all didn't do anything too egregious, and it seems like you know not to do that again, and that's what matters. We learn from our mistakes all the time."
She pat their head, putting the painting down and cleaning up her supplies "If ya keep makin' progress I'll keep makin' paintings fer ya."
"Okay... okay... okay... thank you for being here." He sighs, breathing deeply.
"Oh, I will. I'll keep practicing, and eventually, I'll cast my first spell! And more after that!" She helps clean up the supplies.
"Again, no problem. If I may ask, what's your name?"
"An' I'll be there fer ya all the way, you'll be the greatest spell caster I've ever done met." She can't help but beam with joy, putting the supplies into her overalls.
"I'm... Antonio, nice to... meet you." He shakily holds out a hand.
An ecstatic giggle escapes her, barely able to stay still. "It'll be a while before then, but that won't stop me from trying!"
"KK. Nice to meet you too." She shakes his hand with two of her own.
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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)
"A few but most of them require up close contact than from far away." He says, poking at the lime on the rim of the glass.
Samaritan narrows his eyes, snorting smoke out of his mask. Stroth looks up, bowing her head "Very sorry." She mutters. Samaritan rolls his eyes "Don't come near me again."
"You are gonna need a rest or something." He said.
"I can do that I suppose, though I prefer my sniper, I can do close range." He drinks from the bourbon glass.
He nods, and begins walking away with Stroth, taking them both to the camp, putting her down to lean against a tree, sitting next to them "It's okay, you'll make up for it with time. Love you Stroth." He sighs.
"I took a nap earlier, I'll be fine, after all I can barely feel it."
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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.'
"A few but most of them require up close contact than from far away." He says, poking at the lime on the rim of the glass.
Samaritan narrows his eyes, snorting smoke out of his mask. Stroth looks up, bowing her head "Very sorry." She mutters. Samaritan rolls his eyes "Don't come near me again."
"You are gonna need a rest or something." He said.
"I can do that I suppose, though I prefer my sniper, I can do close range." He drinks from the bourbon glass.
He nods, and begins walking away with Stroth, taking them both to the camp, putting her down to lean against a tree, sitting next to them "It's okay, you'll make up for it with time. Love you Stroth." He sighs.
"I took a nap earlier, I'll be fine, after all I can barely feel it."
"One of the jobs is multiple people." He says, lifting his mask a bit. His mouth unhinged and opens, drinking it back.
She looks like that emoji with big, watering sad eyes. She hugs him "I am stupid..."
An ecstatic giggle escapes her, barely able to stay still. "It'll be a while before then, but that won't stop me from trying!"
"KK. Nice to meet you too." She shakes his hand with two of her own.
"You should get started! The more practice you make, the closer you'll get to being the greatest druid ever." She says, standing up, taking the painting.
"That's... a cool name..." He is so very hungover, but it's getting better with time.
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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.'
*as he eventually reaches him, he passes straight through Cadel as he laughs*
Dungeon Master: Killing your charcters since 1974
Timeless, Boundless, Ruler of The Spire of Creation
She pat their head, putting the painting down and cleaning up her supplies "If ya keep makin' progress I'll keep makin' paintings fer ya."
"Okay... okay... okay... thank you for being here." He sighs, breathing deeply.
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.)
The steps of the old candy shop creak gently under his pure white paws as he steps down. His steps are waltz-like, contrasting his massive body. The gnoll is well-dressed, with a long white coat to match his light grey fur. The only colors on his clothes are Abyssal sigils of pastel pink and yellow. He twirls the sturdy silver scepter in his prison-marked right hand as several goblins in striped aprons follow behind him, moving in a lurching march despite the grins on their faces as they play old-timey music on various instruments. His baritone voice rings out, not for an audience, but simply for the joy of singing.
"And as they're rolling by,
Steam blowing on gloomy skies,
Just follow my lead and I,
Will get you aboard alive..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He point at them, grabbing their sword "Okay, now that is cheating! That's totally unfair!"
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.)
*Awesome intro, do want any of mine?*
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.)
"Yup! I hate losing! And the only thing I hate more than losing is lising twice...but I'm tired so lets call it a draw...okay?"
Dungeon Master: Killing your charcters since 1974
Timeless, Boundless, Ruler of The Spire of Creation
He sits down, taking deep breaths, apparently actually tired "Nice job, lets just call it a tie then."
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.)
"Oh, I will. I'll keep practicing, and eventually, I'll cast my first spell! And more after that!" She helps clean up the supplies.
"Again, no problem. If I may ask, what's your name?"
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 environment returns to normal and Cadel falls backwards and lays on the ground which softens before he lands on it*
magic is so tiring
*he whines*
Dungeon Master: Killing your charcters since 1974
Timeless, Boundless, Ruler of The Spire of Creation
"An' I'll be there fer ya all the way, you'll be the greatest spell caster I've ever done met." She can't help but beam with joy, putting the supplies into her overalls.
"I'm... Antonio, nice to... meet you." He shakily holds out a hand.
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.)
The Herald sits at the bar, his clothes shifting to a simple black T-shirt, a over side black hoodie with blue stripes, and a pair of black cargo joggers. He orders a Gin & Tonic, staring at the glass.
Samaritan narrows his eyes "I really don't like having my emotions played at by you two." He snarls "I knew there was no way in heaven or hell that (GP) could like me but you two seemed convinced as all hell." He grumbles and turns to Sparrow "Already cleaned it all up. Keep your (GP) away from my restaurant."
"If they're sticking out of you they won't." He laughs a bit.
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 sits next to them, ordering himself another bourbon bottle, pouring himself a glass once more, drinking it slowly "Do we have any jobs today?" He shifts back to his regular form.
"She wanted ta trust her friend, I don't think ya can blame her fer that? They're just tryin' to be good friends, but their friend was tryin' to protect his ego." He nods though "I'll get ta leavin' sorry 'bout all this trouble." He turns to Stroth "But befer we go, do ya have anythin' ta say?"
"Oh no I pushed them back in, maybe I'll do some more work tomorrow, what do you think?"
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.)
"I've got a job I've got to go to, this was fun though, see ya." He sheaths his sword and runs off.
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.)
*he sighs as he lays there*
Dungeon Master: Killing your charcters since 1974
Timeless, Boundless, Ruler of The Spire of Creation
"A few but most of them require up close contact than from far away." He says, poking at the lime on the rim of the glass.
Samaritan narrows his eyes, snorting smoke out of his mask. Stroth looks up, bowing her head "Very sorry." She mutters. Samaritan rolls his eyes "Don't come near me again."
"You are gonna need a rest or something." He 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
An ecstatic giggle escapes her, barely able to stay still. "It'll be a while before then, but that won't stop me from trying!"
"KK. Nice to meet you too." She shakes his hand with two of her own.
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 can do that I suppose, though I prefer my sniper, I can do close range." He drinks from the bourbon glass.
He nods, and begins walking away with Stroth, taking them both to the camp, putting her down to lean against a tree, sitting next to them "It's okay, you'll make up for it with time. Love you Stroth." He sighs.
"I took a nap earlier, I'll be fine, after all I can barely feel it."
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.)
"One of the jobs is multiple people." He says, lifting his mask a bit. His mouth unhinged and opens, drinking it back.
She looks like that emoji with big, watering sad eyes. She hugs him "I am stupid..."
He sighs and stands up "Still."
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 should get started! The more practice you make, the closer you'll get to being the greatest druid ever." She says, standing up, taking the painting.
"That's... a cool name..." He is so very hungover, but it's getting better with time.
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.)
"What did the people do?" He pours himself glass after glass, drinking them all down, one after another.
He hugs her tightly, rubbing her back comfortingly "You aren't stupid, you're trusting, and I love you for that."
"Don't worry about me." He stands up, he notices one arm is like a noodle.
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.)