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
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
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
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
Mauric is still riding the wave of ecstasy from being freshly engaged.
Loriche is walking around the old minotaur tomb area, reminiscing about battles and celebrations long past.
By sheer coincidence Damian finds Mauric, and walks over to his overjoyed friend, a smile on his own face “How are you Mauric?”
She can hear the sound of hollow footsteps nearby, echoing steel, someone or something is close by, and coming her way.
“How do you think I am?” He says, grinning and holding up his left hand, the silver ring sparkling in the light.
She whirls around, taking out her pick quickly, ready to defend herself.
Damian beams “What did I tell you Mauric!” He slaps his back “You own me an apology!” He holds up his own hand, revealing his Ruby and sapphire ring.
It’s just Grove, walking around, there would be a wistful look on his face if he wasn’t just a suit of armor and a soul.
“That’s amazing!!” Mauric yells, looking even happier.
Loriche slightly lowers her pick, confused.
He hugs his friend “We both got married. We need to start planning your wedding. We are going back to that tailor.” He takes his hand and begins walking.
He mutters to himself, not yet noticing Loriche “Ah the good days of this place, I remember. Amazing it was.”
Mauric follows him eagerly. “Uh, I was hoping to plan it with Nick, but yeah, I do need to dress up for it.”
Loriche tucks the pick back into her belt. “Hi?” She calls to him.
“I am going to help you plan this wedding and you can’t stop me. Oh and my wedding is happening at the garden about a quarter mile from here.” When they arrive at the tailor he begins to describe what is best for Mauric to wear to this wedding.
He turn to her, well more just his helm turns “Hello there, who might you be?”
Mauric is kind of passive during this, having no fashion sense. “…well I’ll ask Nick, but thanks for being so enthusiastic about this.”
“I’m Loriche va Benthis. Sorry for disturbing you, this is just a place that’s really nostalgic for me.”
Damian is being far too active about this, “What else would I do for my good friend?” He reaches for a white, orange, and golden suit, putting it over Mauric, rubbing his chin curiously.
His helm tilts “Anyone who would be nostalgic for this place would be dead, just look at me.” He gestures to his empty armored form.
*You know that intro I made last night? Forget it.*
*I have a new and significantly worse character I made using my own lore and that last character as a major inspiration.*
*He's a bit lore-dense, but I think he should be cool.*
(Sorry I didnt interact with it last night. I needed to go get dinner)
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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
*You know that intro I made last night? Forget it.*
*I have a new and significantly worse character I made using my own lore and that last character as a major inspiration.*
*He's a bit lore-dense, but I think he should be cool.*
(Sorry I didnt interact with it last night. I needed to go get dinner)
*It's all good. I'm actually kind of glad, because I have a new and more fleshed-out character now.*
(I’d interact when it’s made but I’m gonna be at Universal today)
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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
*You know that intro I made last night? Forget it.*
*I have a new and significantly worse character I made using my own lore and that last character as a major inspiration.*
*He's a bit lore-dense, but I think he should be cool.*
(Sorry I didnt interact with it last night. I needed to go get dinner)
*It's all good. I'm actually kind of glad, because I have a new and more fleshed-out character now.*
(I’d interact when it’s made but I’m gonna be at Universal today)
*Cool! I'm gonna re-intro soon.*
(I hope it goes well)
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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
A man stumbles out of the woods, panic in his glowing eyes. Through the darkness behind him is... himself. But bigger. Stronger. They both wear the same stolen scarecrow clothes. The same red scarf and grey trenchcoat.
The smaller man screams and trips. "Please! Don't kill me! I-I'll help you stop it! Two heads are better than one!" The larger man raises the massive, heavily modified shovel over his head and splits the smaller one's ribcage with a single blow. "Stop whining. You'll be back tomorrow like the rest of us. Without your key." The smaller one gargles blood as they die.
The large man bends down and begins to gorge on his smaller self, eating every scrap of fabric and bit of bone. He does not seem to enjoy it.
A silence fills the air as some kind of heaviness weighs down in the large man, although the weight does not seem to be entirely physical, and rather is something more. Out of the forest comes what appears to be an average every day guy in a floral shirt, pants, socks, and sandals. He walks pasts the large man, waving casually, speaking with a strong Australian accent “Hey mate,” He continues walking, the heaviness in the air leaving as he does.
A man stumbles out of the woods, panic in his glowing eyes. Through the darkness behind him is... himself. But bigger. Stronger. They both wear the same stolen scarecrow clothes. The same red scarf and grey trenchcoat.
The smaller man screams and trips. "Please! Don't kill me! I-I'll help you stop it! Two heads are better than one!" The larger man raises the massive, heavily modified shovel over his head and splits the smaller one's ribcage with a single blow. "Stop whining. You'll be back tomorrow like the rest of us. Without your key." The smaller one gargles blood as they die.
The large man bends down and begins to gorge on his smaller self, eating every scrap of fabric and bit of bone. He does not seem to enjoy it.
A silence fills the air as some kind of heaviness weighs down in the large man, although the weight does not seem to be entirely physical, and rather is something more. Out of the forest comes what appears to be an average every day guy in a floral shirt, pants, socks, and sandals. He walks pasts the large man, waving casually, speaking with a strong Australian accent “Hey mate,” He continues walking, the heaviness in the air leaving as he does.
*This intro is obsolete, I am working on a new one with more drama, misunderstanding, and sexy Bloodborne hunters. Nice intro, though.*
*hey peeps. on this day, i may have indeed reached peak eepiness.*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*I am so not ready to do work today..*
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
*[hugs you consolingly]*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
(Morning)
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
*[Does wee dance]*
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
(Hi Lawrence)
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
*Allo*
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
(Pm?)
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
(Anyone on?)
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
*You know that intro I made last night? Forget it.*
*I have a new and significantly worse character I made using my own lore and that last character as a major inspiration.*
*He's a bit lore-dense, but I think he should be cool.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Damian is being far too active about this, “What else would I do for my good friend?” He reaches for a white, orange, and golden suit, putting it over Mauric, rubbing his chin curiously.
His helm tilts “Anyone who would be nostalgic for this place would be dead, just look at me.” He gestures to his empty armored form.
(Sorry I didnt interact with it last night. I needed to go get dinner)
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
*It's all good. I'm actually kind of glad, because I have a new and more fleshed-out character now.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(I’d interact when it’s made but I’m gonna be at Universal today)
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
*Cool! I'm gonna re-intro soon.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(I hope it goes well)
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
A silence fills the air as some kind of heaviness weighs down in the large man, although the weight does not seem to be entirely physical, and rather is something more. Out of the forest comes what appears to be an average every day guy in a floral shirt, pants, socks, and sandals. He walks pasts the large man, waving casually, speaking with a strong Australian accent “Hey mate,” He continues walking, the heaviness in the air leaving as he does.
*This intro is obsolete, I am working on a new one with more drama, misunderstanding, and sexy Bloodborne hunters. Nice intro, though.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*If its another Chef, prepare for something good.*
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
*yo yo yo*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.