*This is what I'm talking about, I could never put this much effort into my characters, its incredible that you do, and I admire your dedication, but I wish I could.*
*It took way too many looks into the charts to find all of these.*
*Look that you made this though, I could do this for two- three characters tops, maybe the entire Sparrow gang, but I just love them that much. Wanna rp?*
*Want me to do it for them? Also, unfortunately I cannot at the moment, I am about to head over to my sisters school to pick her up.*
*I mean, if you did that would be amazing and I would be forever thankful, and I can wait, I've got all the time I need, and I'm pretty patient I'd say.*
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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.'
*[pops back into existence] Hello again! Does anyone want to rp with my silly little creations?*
*Sure thing, who do ya want?*
*Merabelle and... and maybe the Valentines, if possible. It might be fun to see Cathcart talking with his bosses.*
*Of course.*
Merabelle is walking through the forest, her feet bare, flowers growing where she steps, walking around in her overalls, just being a druid.
The Valentines are schemeing, they definitely have to avoid that cute little dangerous guy (Felix) but maybe they can find a loophole somewhere.
KK is also walking through the forest, making sketches of interesting plants and birds and the like that she sees.
Cathcart is leaning against a wall, guarding the door to the throne room, half-listening to the two's schemes as he twirls his mace in one hand with a surprising lack of effort.
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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)
Cide is sat in the forest, humming softly to himself as he flips through a book. Around him is a litter of zombies, chewing ont eh remains of what looks like several paladins
Tycho is curled up in an alleyway, the ground and his hands drenched in blood. on the dirty cobblestones to one side is a mutilated corpse
Constant is in the library, his thumb cut open by a quill. He holds a book on rituals, drawing sigils on a slab of arcane crystal in blood
-free pick. Pick a character i've been playing recently and i'll make an edgy thing-
*[pops back into existence] Hello again! Does anyone want to rp with my silly little creations?*
*Sure thing, who do ya want?*
*Merabelle and... and maybe the Valentines, if possible. It might be fun to see Cathcart talking with his bosses.*
*Of course.*
Merabelle is walking through the forest, her feet bare, flowers growing where she steps, walking around in her overalls, just being a druid.
The Valentines are schemeing, they definitely have to avoid that cute little dangerous guy (Felix) but maybe they can find a loophole somewhere.
KK is also walking through the forest, making sketches of interesting plants and birds and the like that she sees.
Cathcart is leaning against a wall, guarding the door to the throne room, half-listening to the two's schemes as he twirls his mace in one hand with a surprising lack of effort.
*So sorry I missed this.*
They encounter Merabelle, her jet black wings spread wide and her tail swaying gently. She looks down to them, leaning against a tree that begins to sprout mushrooms.
They eventually call Cathcart into the room, they can see the Brunette is still nursing the wound they got from Felix's holy water. They don't seem to have the same air about them as usual.
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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.'
*[pops back into existence] Hello again! Does anyone want to rp with my silly little creations?*
*Sure thing, who do ya want?*
*Merabelle and... and maybe the Valentines, if possible. It might be fun to see Cathcart talking with his bosses.*
*Of course.*
Merabelle is walking through the forest, her feet bare, flowers growing where she steps, walking around in her overalls, just being a druid.
The Valentines are schemeing, they definitely have to avoid that cute little dangerous guy (Felix) but maybe they can find a loophole somewhere.
KK is also walking through the forest, making sketches of interesting plants and birds and the like that she sees.
Cathcart is leaning against a wall, guarding the door to the throne room, half-listening to the two's schemes as he twirls his mace in one hand with a surprising lack of effort.
*So sorry I missed this.*
They encounter Merabelle, her jet black wings spread wide and her tail swaying gently. She looks down to them, leaning against a tree that begins to sprout mushrooms.
They eventually call Cathcart into the room, they can see the Brunette is still nursing the wound they got from Felix's holy water. They don't seem to have the same air about them as usual.
*Nah, it's all good. :}*
KK looks back up at her, somewhat surprised but overall happy. "Hello." She says with a smile, jotting down notes about the mushrooms she just created.
Cathcart walks into the room, still tiredly twirling his weapon in one hand. "Sup?"
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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)
*[pops back into existence] Hello again! Does anyone want to rp with my silly little creations?*
*Sure thing, who do ya want?*
*Merabelle and... and maybe the Valentines, if possible. It might be fun to see Cathcart talking with his bosses.*
*Of course.*
Merabelle is walking through the forest, her feet bare, flowers growing where she steps, walking around in her overalls, just being a druid.
The Valentines are schemeing, they definitely have to avoid that cute little dangerous guy (Felix) but maybe they can find a loophole somewhere.
KK is also walking through the forest, making sketches of interesting plants and birds and the like that she sees.
Cathcart is leaning against a wall, guarding the door to the throne room, half-listening to the two's schemes as he twirls his mace in one hand with a surprising lack of effort.
*So sorry I missed this.*
They encounter Merabelle, her jet black wings spread wide and her tail swaying gently. She looks down to them, leaning against a tree that begins to sprout mushrooms.
They eventually call Cathcart into the room, they can see the Brunette is still nursing the wound they got from Felix's holy water. They don't seem to have the same air about them as usual.
*Nah, it's all good. :}*
KK looks back up at her, somewhat surprised but overall happy. "Hello." She says with a smile, jotting down notes about the mushrooms she just created.
Cathcart walks into the room, still tiredly twirling his weapon in one hand. "Sup?"
"Oh hey there sweetheart, how you doin'?" She says, leaning down to read her notes, curious as to what insights she may have into druidic magics.
They both lean back in their thrones, leaning against each other for support "We have decided to let you go, you have no use for us anymore."
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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.'
On the outdoor porch outside the inn, there is a large young man with long blonde hair. The upper half of his body is that of a human, wearing a light grey tank top of sorts and some rounded glasses resting on his nose. The lower half of his body is much more peculiar. It is that of a snake, smooth golden scales matching his hair that cover his long serpentine half like a suit of armor. His winding body is coiled upon and around the chair he sits on, nearly burying it in his scaly mass. All he seems to be doing is reading from a small book.
*Extremely loud incorrect buzzer noise*
He sees a figure, watching from the shadows of the forest. They wear a long black leather trenchcoat, and a half-mask over his face to cover his nose and mouth. He just seems to be standing there, eyes narrowed.
He glances at them momentarily then does a double take, rasing an eyebrow inquisitively. They shift slightly in their seat, turning and giving a shy wave.
They wave a gloved hand back, tilting his head.
With a quick movement of the end of his tail, he beckons them closer, inviting them to sit with him.
On the outdoor porch outside the inn, there is a large young man with long blonde hair. The upper half of his body is that of a human, wearing a light grey tank top of sorts and some rounded glasses resting on his nose. The lower half of his body is much more peculiar. It is that of a snake, smooth golden scales matching his hair that cover his long serpentine half like a suit of armor. His winding body is coiled upon and around the chair he sits on, nearly burying it in his scaly mass. All he seems to be doing is reading from a small book.
*Extremely loud incorrect buzzer noise*
Rag, a giant dragon human hybrid standing at 15ft tall, pure muscle with the friendliest smile anyone has ever seen, the occasional group of red dragon scales, and large horns jutting out of his head. He sits down next to the Inn, the ground rumbling from his sheer weight, putting out small Pince Nez reading glasses, and opening a cook book, beginning to read.
The lamia looks up with a start. He looks Rag over curiously, taking note of his unique features. He eyes the horse a little longer, not out of fear but more of curiosity.
Rag looks down to them, smiling and putting a bookmark in the cook book, his voice heavy, bassy, rumbling, but friendly and kind "Hello there, I didn't see you, is there something interesting about me?"
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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.'
"I'm doing okay. Figured I'd take a walk and see what I can find. You?" The notes she's been taking, though they mention possible ties to druidic magic, mainly focus on a more anatomical perspective- leaf shapes, patterns in growth, etc.
"You really think I'll fall for that? Don't give me hope. What did you really call me here for?" He chuckles to himself, before falling silent for a few seconds, his smile dropping. "...wait, are you being serious?"
"I'm doing okay. Figured I'd take a walk and see what I can find. You?" The notes she's been taking, though they mention possible ties to druidic magic, mainly focus on a more anatomical perspective- leaf shapes, patterns in growth, etc.
"You really think I'll fall for that? Don't give me hope. What did you really call me here for?" He chuckles to himself, before falling silent for a few seconds, his smile dropping. "...wait, are you being serious?"
The trees around her begin to grow slightly, trees expanding with leaves beginning to move "I was also goin' fer a walk, just enjoyin' nature, connectin' with my druid side." She picks one of the leaves, it glowing slightly as well.
They lean forward on their arm rests in unison, placing their chin's on their hands "You mean nothing to us anymore, therefore we are goin' to let you go, unless you want to stay?" They say, tapping a finger on the other arm rest, the sound ringing in his head.
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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.'
He wordlessly keeps his gaze on the horns, gesturing in their direction with his hand
*For jester*
His eyes widen and he nods, leaning down for them to get a closer look at them. They are entirely organic, he truly is particularly dragon.
He nods in thanks, smiling up at the large man. He slings a backpack off of his shoulder and points to a small tag hanging off of it with the name "Colin"
He wordlessly keeps his gaze on the horns, gesturing in their direction with his hand
*For jester*
His eyes widen and he nods, leaning down for them to get a closer look at them. They are entirely organic, he truly is particularly dragon.
He nods in thanks, smiling up at the large man. He slings a backpack off of his shoulder and points to a small tag hanging off of it with the name "Colin"
He nods slowly "Do you speak sign language, if not I do have a way to speak through telepathy." He says, pulling out a rock, small in his large hands, runes all over.
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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.'
He wordlessly keeps his gaze on the horns, gesturing in their direction with his hand
*For jester*
His eyes widen and he nods, leaning down for them to get a closer look at them. They are entirely organic, he truly is particularly dragon.
He nods in thanks, smiling up at the large man. He slings a backpack off of his shoulder and points to a small tag hanging off of it with the name "Colin"
He nods slowly "Do you speak sign language, if not I do have a way to speak through telepathy." He says, pulling out a rock, small in his large hands, runes all over.
He shakes his head no, looking curiously at the stones. Then after a moment he furrows his brow and stares right at I'm, as if thinking very hard.
*What he would be thinking*
"Telepathy! Uhhhh can you hear me? Hello hello hello. Oh geez, what if he can't and I've just made myself look like a fool. No, surely not. Oh wait am I looking at him weird?"
"I'm doing okay. Figured I'd take a walk and see what I can find. You?" The notes she's been taking, though they mention possible ties to druidic magic, mainly focus on a more anatomical perspective- leaf shapes, patterns in growth, etc.
"You really think I'll fall for that? Don't give me hope. What did you really call me here for?" He chuckles to himself, before falling silent for a few seconds, his smile dropping. "...wait, are you being serious?"
The trees around her begin to grow slightly, trees expanding with leaves beginning to move "I was also goin' fer a walk, just enjoyin' nature, connectin' with my druid side." She picks one of the leaves, it glowing slightly as well.
They lean forward on their arm rests in unison, placing their chin's on their hands "You mean nothing to us anymore, therefore we are goin' to let you go, unless you want to stay?" They say, tapping a finger on the other arm rest, the sound ringing in his head.
She looks up at the glowing foliage with a sense of awe, continuing to take notes. "Yeah, nature is incredible, isn't it?"
He begins to smile again. "Yeah, no- I'm out of here. Though, before I leave, I wanna know why. Is there something I did to fall from your good graces?" He says his last sentence with a sarcastic tone, especially around 'good graces'.
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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 wordlessly keeps his gaze on the horns, gesturing in their direction with his hand
*For jester*
His eyes widen and he nods, leaning down for them to get a closer look at them. They are entirely organic, he truly is particularly dragon.
He nods in thanks, smiling up at the large man. He slings a backpack off of his shoulder and points to a small tag hanging off of it with the name "Colin"
He nods slowly "Do you speak sign language, if not I do have a way to speak through telepathy." He says, pulling out a rock, small in his large hands, runes all over.
He shakes his head no, looking curiously at the stones. Then after a moment he furrows his brow and stares right at I'm, as if thinking very hard.
*What he would be thinking*
"Telepathy! Uhhhh can you hear me? Hello hello hello. Oh geez, what if he can't and I've just made myself look like a fool. No, surely not. Oh wait am I looking at him weird?"
*Colin is very scatterbrained lol*
He raises an eyebrow, crushing one of the stones before saying "I can hear you, don't worry. You aren't looking at me weird." He chuckles.
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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.'
"I'm doing okay. Figured I'd take a walk and see what I can find. You?" The notes she's been taking, though they mention possible ties to druidic magic, mainly focus on a more anatomical perspective- leaf shapes, patterns in growth, etc.
"You really think I'll fall for that? Don't give me hope. What did you really call me here for?" He chuckles to himself, before falling silent for a few seconds, his smile dropping. "...wait, are you being serious?"
The trees around her begin to grow slightly, trees expanding with leaves beginning to move "I was also goin' fer a walk, just enjoyin' nature, connectin' with my druid side." She picks one of the leaves, it glowing slightly as well.
They lean forward on their arm rests in unison, placing their chin's on their hands "You mean nothing to us anymore, therefore we are goin' to let you go, unless you want to stay?" They say, tapping a finger on the other arm rest, the sound ringing in his head.
She looks up at the glowing foliage with a sense of awe, continuing to take notes. "Yeah, nature is incredible, isn't it?"
He begins to smile again. "Yeah, no- I'm out of here. Though, before I leave, I wanna know why. Is there something I did to fall from your good graces?" He says his last sentence with a sarcastic tone, especially around 'good graces'.
"It is truly an' amazin' thing, truly amazin' indeed." She looks to the forest around them, breathing in the air softly "Somethin' 'bout it."
"The longer you stay here, the lower your chance is to leave. Leave or be forever here." They both frown at them, moving their fingers, Cathcart can feel his soul tugging with every movement.
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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.'
*I mean, if you did that would be amazing and I would be forever thankful, and I can wait, I've got all the time I need, and I'm pretty patient I'd say.*
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.)
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)
*depressionnnn*
*Gonna commit crimes, take your pick*
Cide is sat in the forest, humming softly to himself as he flips through a book. Around him is a litter of zombies, chewing ont eh remains of what looks like several paladins
Tycho is curled up in an alleyway, the ground and his hands drenched in blood. on the dirty cobblestones to one side is a mutilated corpse
Constant is in the library, his thumb cut open by a quill. He holds a book on rituals, drawing sigils on a slab of arcane crystal in blood
-free pick. Pick a character i've been playing recently and i'll make an edgy thing-
*So sorry I missed this.*
They encounter Merabelle, her jet black wings spread wide and her tail swaying gently. She looks down to them, leaning against a tree that begins to sprout mushrooms.
They eventually call Cathcart into the room, they can see the Brunette is still nursing the wound they got from Felix's holy water. They don't seem to have the same air about them as usual.
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.)
*Nah, it's all good. :}*
KK looks back up at her, somewhat surprised but overall happy. "Hello." She says with a smile, jotting down notes about the mushrooms she just created.
Cathcart walks into the room, still tiredly twirling his weapon in one hand. "Sup?"
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)
"Oh hey there sweetheart, how you doin'?" She says, leaning down to read her notes, curious as to what insights she may have into druidic magics.
They both lean back in their thrones, leaning against each other for support "We have decided to let you go, you have no use for us anymore."
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.)
With a quick movement of the end of his tail, he beckons them closer, inviting them to sit with him.
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.)
*For jester*
His eyes widen and he nods, leaning down for them to get a closer look at them. They are entirely organic, he truly is particularly dragon.
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.)
*Cut*
"I'm doing okay. Figured I'd take a walk and see what I can find. You?" The notes she's been taking, though they mention possible ties to druidic magic, mainly focus on a more anatomical perspective- leaf shapes, patterns in growth, etc.
"You really think I'll fall for that? Don't give me hope. What did you really call me here for?" He chuckles to himself, before falling silent for a few seconds, his smile dropping. "...wait, are you being serious?"
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 trees around her begin to grow slightly, trees expanding with leaves beginning to move "I was also goin' fer a walk, just enjoyin' nature, connectin' with my druid side." She picks one of the leaves, it glowing slightly as well.
They lean forward on their arm rests in unison, placing their chin's on their hands "You mean nothing to us anymore, therefore we are goin' to let you go, unless you want to stay?" They say, tapping a finger on the other arm rest, the sound ringing in his head.
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 nods in thanks, smiling up at the large man. He slings a backpack off of his shoulder and points to a small tag hanging off of it with the name "Colin"
He nods slowly "Do you speak sign language, if not I do have a way to speak through telepathy." He says, pulling out a rock, small in his large hands, runes all over.
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 shakes his head no, looking curiously at the stones. Then after a moment he furrows his brow and stares right at I'm, as if thinking very hard.
*What he would be thinking*
"Telepathy! Uhhhh can you hear me? Hello hello hello. Oh geez, what if he can't and I've just made myself look like a fool. No, surely not. Oh wait am I looking at him weird?"
*Colin is very scatterbrained lol*
She looks up at the glowing foliage with a sense of awe, continuing to take notes. "Yeah, nature is incredible, isn't it?"
He begins to smile again. "Yeah, no- I'm out of here. Though, before I leave, I wanna know why. Is there something I did to fall from your good graces?" He says his last sentence with a sarcastic tone, especially around 'good graces'.
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)
(you want to rp Yvonne?)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He raises an eyebrow, crushing one of the stones before saying "I can hear you, don't worry. You aren't looking at me weird." He chuckles.
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.)
"It is truly an' amazin' thing, truly amazin' indeed." She looks to the forest around them, breathing in the air softly "Somethin' 'bout it."
"The longer you stay here, the lower your chance is to leave. Leave or be forever here." They both frown at them, moving their fingers, Cathcart can feel his soul tugging with every movement.
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.)