*Cool! When I move out imma get an old english sheep dog and name him Hamilton, Hamy for short. This assuming I magically have enough money for a dog lol*
But shoot, I gotta meet your mom first
*I love old english sheep dogs! Hamilton as in the musical? or just Hamilton? either way it's a great name*
Dear Winter, don't move too far away
*Both, the musical is a masterpiece. They're the only songs that I'm actually able to rap (Don't ask me to try in public though, I will die of embarrassment, and everyone else will die of cringe)*
And please don't say I'm hovering,
*Oh my goodness same, my brother and I can rap the entire thing from memory but as soon as someone actually asks me to I spontaneously combust. The Hadestown musical is also a work of art*
When I text you to ask about your day
*They're all amazing.*
I wanna hear about your day
*Agreed*
Will we still hang out and talk
*AJR lyric: If I keep on talking politics, I'm Hamilton (without the hits)*
When I'm no longer in charge
*Maybe you won't have hits, but you'll be like Socrates throwing verbal rocks at those mediocrities*
Oh, dear Winter, I hope you like your name
*A series of backstories, anonymously published, defending the document to the public*
I hope you let me take a shot with you on your 21st
*I got sick after writing 5, my dog wrote 29, Drummer wrote the other 51*
But shoot you gotta ask your mum first
*lol, If only I could write that much. And you must have a very clever dog*
Dear Winter, I'm looking for your mom
*He's pretty smart most of the time, but he did once get his head stuck in a fence*
I gotta find a girl that doesn't mind
*Ha, that's the best kind of dog if you ask me*
That I'm inside my head a lot
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Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
Disclaimer: The below content is about Drummer, a fictional D&D alter ego for some weird English teenager with no life. The real Drummer has a real parent, who actually cares about how he does in life, unlike him. So, this disclaimer is here to say that Drummer definitely doesn’t study late at night to make up for not studying in the day, is completely respectful to his ears, doesn’t sleep at school, and for sure doesn’t have a pink blow up flamingo called Jeffery, Jeff for short.
Drummer has just got back from dinner with his family, which he has narrowly survived. He asked to leave the table multiple times, all of which requests were denied. He eventually declared that he was going to the bathroom, but changed course and is now laying on his bed. He lays there for a while, wondering if he should stop making stupid threads on DDB, which he eventually decides is a good choice, but will never happen. He opens his window to get some fresh air, but a wasp flies past, causing him to recoil and fall back onto his bed.
“Why do these things always happen to me?” He says as the wasp flies into his room. He grabs a sugar cube (We’re British, we have them everywhere) and chucks it out of the window to “lure” the wasp out. Unsurprisingly, this doesn’t work. He stays very still for a very long time, but the wasp doesn’t leave. He hears his little sister go outside, and apparently, the wasp does too. It flies out, as all wasps must, to chase Drummer’s sister around the garden. She runs around a tree a few times, and then inside, screaming all the way. Drummer closes the window.
It's getting late, and Drummer’s father calls for lights out and for everyone to go to sleep. But oh no, Drummer has already slept more than enough at his desk at school. And plus, he has a big maths test tomorrow. He knows he needs to study, but he can’t do so without a little AJR. He pulls out his headphones and turns on his playlist.
It’s a peaceful night. As always, he feels a real connection to his music when 100 bad days comes on. He likes to think he also has had his 100 bad days, but he clearly hasn’t, he just needs an excuse as to why he’s failing at life. The night wears on, and Drummer works out that x=pi r squared (wrote like that), an inequality is the same as racism, and Becky has 8.67 sons. He’s almost at question number 4 when Weak starts playing. He knows he can carry on whilst the first bit of the song plays, but he has to be prepared for the end. The final verse approaches, Drummer puts down his pen. He puts his volume to the max, and pushes his headphones into his ears.
“But I’m Weak, and what’s wrong with that?!” He mimes, as if he’s got the best voice in the world but has to stay quiet as to not wake up the whole neighbourhood. He knows he’s destroying his eardrums, and is definitely going to fail his test, but he doesn’t care. He’s experiencing that high that only an AJR fan can, a feeling like no other. It fills him with so much joy that’s he’s able to forget about life, just for a second. He knows that he’s going to need to blow up his pink inflatable flamingo, cause he’s going to Bummerland - and he loves it.
This is so good! You're clearly a talented writer, I can barely string two sentences together and still sound coherent. And it's funny which is very hard to achieve.
Thank you :) I had a moment of AJR inspiration, and felt like writing something. And I'm sure you could be a great writer, you've just got to find the right thing to write about.
Well thank you for sharing your moment of inspiration :) And yeah, it's the coming up with ideas that's the struggle. I'll just stick to art and music for now, much less thought needed (I say while constantly struggling to come up with things to draw).
Art and music are great, I wish I could draw. And I'm sure you're better than you think :)
Thanks dude :) You can draw too, I know it. And nothing could ever be worse than my bio teacher's diagrams on the board.
lol, I feel that. I feel like my chemistry teacher doesn't know how to use a pen.
It's always the science teachers, I think they've inhaled too many fumes. How's your day going?
Yeah, it is. And my days going alright, revising for some tests. How your day been?
Well done, I'm sure future you will be very grateful for your revision :) I could be better. I went to a party last night and sat in the corner playing with jenga blocks while everyone got drunk, wasn't a whole lot of fun and now I'm tired.
Well, get some rest, and I hope you feel more energised soon :)
Thanks :) it's the weekend so at least I don't have to go to school
Yeah, the weekend swoops in to save everyone yet again
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Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
*Cool! When I move out imma get an old english sheep dog and name him Hamilton, Hamy for short. This assuming I magically have enough money for a dog lol*
But shoot, I gotta meet your mom first
*I love old english sheep dogs! Hamilton as in the musical? or just Hamilton? either way it's a great name*
Dear Winter, don't move too far away
*Both, the musical is a masterpiece. They're the only songs that I'm actually able to rap (Don't ask me to try in public though, I will die of embarrassment, and everyone else will die of cringe)*
And please don't say I'm hovering,
*Oh my goodness same, my brother and I can rap the entire thing from memory but as soon as someone actually asks me to I spontaneously combust. The Hadestown musical is also a work of art*
When I text you to ask about your day
*They're all amazing.*
I wanna hear about your day
*Agreed*
Will we still hang out and talk
*AJR lyric: If I keep on talking politics, I'm Hamilton (without the hits)*
When I'm no longer in charge
*Maybe you won't have hits, but you'll be like Socrates throwing verbal rocks at those mediocrities*
Oh, dear Winter, I hope you like your name
*A series of backstories, anonymously published, defending the document to the public*
I hope you let me take a shot with you on your 21st
*I got sick after writing 5, my dog wrote 29, Drummer wrote the other 51*
But shoot you gotta ask your mum first
*lol, If only I could write that much. And you must have a very clever dog*
Dear Winter, I'm looking for your mom
*He's pretty smart most of the time, but he did once get his head stuck in a fence*
Disclaimer: The below content is about Drummer, a fictional D&D alter ego for some weird English teenager with no life. The real Drummer has a real parent, who actually cares about how he does in life, unlike him. So, this disclaimer is here to say that Drummer definitely doesn’t study late at night to make up for not studying in the day, is completely respectful to his ears, doesn’t sleep at school, and for sure doesn’t have a pink blow up flamingo called Jeffery, Jeff for short.
Drummer has just got back from dinner with his family, which he has narrowly survived. He asked to leave the table multiple times, all of which requests were denied. He eventually declared that he was going to the bathroom, but changed course and is now laying on his bed. He lays there for a while, wondering if he should stop making stupid threads on DDB, which he eventually decides is a good choice, but will never happen. He opens his window to get some fresh air, but a wasp flies past, causing him to recoil and fall back onto his bed.
“Why do these things always happen to me?” He says as the wasp flies into his room. He grabs a sugar cube (We’re British, we have them everywhere) and chucks it out of the window to “lure” the wasp out. Unsurprisingly, this doesn’t work. He stays very still for a very long time, but the wasp doesn’t leave. He hears his little sister go outside, and apparently, the wasp does too. It flies out, as all wasps must, to chase Drummer’s sister around the garden. She runs around a tree a few times, and then inside, screaming all the way. Drummer closes the window.
It's getting late, and Drummer’s father calls for lights out and for everyone to go to sleep. But oh no, Drummer has already slept more than enough at his desk at school. And plus, he has a big maths test tomorrow. He knows he needs to study, but he can’t do so without a little AJR. He pulls out his headphones and turns on his playlist.
It’s a peaceful night. As always, he feels a real connection to his music when 100 bad days comes on. He likes to think he also has had his 100 bad days, but he clearly hasn’t, he just needs an excuse as to why he’s failing at life. The night wears on, and Drummer works out that x=pi r squared (wrote like that), an inequality is the same as racism, and Becky has 8.67 sons. He’s almost at question number 4 when Weak starts playing. He knows he can carry on whilst the first bit of the song plays, but he has to be prepared for the end. The final verse approaches, Drummer puts down his pen. He puts his volume to the max, and pushes his headphones into his ears.
“But I’m Weak, and what’s wrong with that?!” He mimes, as if he’s got the best voice in the world but has to stay quiet as to not wake up the whole neighbourhood. He knows he’s destroying his eardrums, and is definitely going to fail his test, but he doesn’t care. He’s experiencing that high that only an AJR fan can, a feeling like no other. It fills him with so much joy that’s he’s able to forget about life, just for a second. He knows that he’s going to need to blow up his pink inflatable flamingo, cause he’s going to Bummerland - and he loves it.
This is so good! You're clearly a talented writer, I can barely string two sentences together and still sound coherent. And it's funny which is very hard to achieve.
Thank you :) I had a moment of AJR inspiration, and felt like writing something. And I'm sure you could be a great writer, you've just got to find the right thing to write about.
Well thank you for sharing your moment of inspiration :) And yeah, it's the coming up with ideas that's the struggle. I'll just stick to art and music for now, much less thought needed (I say while constantly struggling to come up with things to draw).
Art and music are great, I wish I could draw. And I'm sure you're better than you think :)
Thanks dude :) You can draw too, I know it. And nothing could ever be worse than my bio teacher's diagrams on the board.
lol, I feel that. I feel like my chemistry teacher doesn't know how to use a pen.
It's always the science teachers, I think they've inhaled too many fumes. How's your day going?
Yeah, it is. And my days going alright, revising for some tests. How your day been?
Well done, I'm sure future you will be very grateful for your revision :) I could be better. I went to a party last night and sat in the corner playing with jenga blocks while everyone got drunk, wasn't a whole lot of fun and now I'm tired.
Well, get some rest, and I hope you feel more energised soon :)
Thanks :) it's the weekend so at least I don't have to go to school
Yeah, the weekend swoops in to save everyone yet again
Exactly, the weekend truly is a wonderful thing, I just wish there was more of it
*Cool! When I move out imma get an old english sheep dog and name him Hamilton, Hamy for short. This assuming I magically have enough money for a dog lol*
But shoot, I gotta meet your mom first
*I love old english sheep dogs! Hamilton as in the musical? or just Hamilton? either way it's a great name*
Dear Winter, don't move too far away
*Both, the musical is a masterpiece. They're the only songs that I'm actually able to rap (Don't ask me to try in public though, I will die of embarrassment, and everyone else will die of cringe)*
And please don't say I'm hovering,
*Oh my goodness same, my brother and I can rap the entire thing from memory but as soon as someone actually asks me to I spontaneously combust. The Hadestown musical is also a work of art*
When I text you to ask about your day
*They're all amazing.*
I wanna hear about your day
*Agreed*
Will we still hang out and talk
*AJR lyric: If I keep on talking politics, I'm Hamilton (without the hits)*
When I'm no longer in charge
*Maybe you won't have hits, but you'll be like Socrates throwing verbal rocks at those mediocrities*
Oh, dear Winter, I hope you like your name
*A series of backstories, anonymously published, defending the document to the public*
I hope you let me take a shot with you on your 21st
*I got sick after writing 5, my dog wrote 29, Drummer wrote the other 51*
But shoot you gotta ask your mum first
*lol, If only I could write that much. And you must have a very clever dog*
Dear Winter, I'm looking for your mom
*He's pretty smart most of the time, but he did once get his head stuck in a fence*
I gotta find a girl that doesn't mind
*Ha, that's the best kind of dog if you ask me*
That I'm inside my head a lot
*Oh absolutely*
Winter, it won't be too long
First, I just gotta find your mom
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Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
Disclaimer: The below content is about Drummer, a fictional D&D alter ego for some weird English teenager with no life. The real Drummer has a real parent, who actually cares about how he does in life, unlike him. So, this disclaimer is here to say that Drummer definitely doesn’t study late at night to make up for not studying in the day, is completely respectful to his ears, doesn’t sleep at school, and for sure doesn’t have a pink blow up flamingo called Jeffery, Jeff for short.
Drummer has just got back from dinner with his family, which he has narrowly survived. He asked to leave the table multiple times, all of which requests were denied. He eventually declared that he was going to the bathroom, but changed course and is now laying on his bed. He lays there for a while, wondering if he should stop making stupid threads on DDB, which he eventually decides is a good choice, but will never happen. He opens his window to get some fresh air, but a wasp flies past, causing him to recoil and fall back onto his bed.
“Why do these things always happen to me?” He says as the wasp flies into his room. He grabs a sugar cube (We’re British, we have them everywhere) and chucks it out of the window to “lure” the wasp out. Unsurprisingly, this doesn’t work. He stays very still for a very long time, but the wasp doesn’t leave. He hears his little sister go outside, and apparently, the wasp does too. It flies out, as all wasps must, to chase Drummer’s sister around the garden. She runs around a tree a few times, and then inside, screaming all the way. Drummer closes the window.
It's getting late, and Drummer’s father calls for lights out and for everyone to go to sleep. But oh no, Drummer has already slept more than enough at his desk at school. And plus, he has a big maths test tomorrow. He knows he needs to study, but he can’t do so without a little AJR. He pulls out his headphones and turns on his playlist.
It’s a peaceful night. As always, he feels a real connection to his music when 100 bad days comes on. He likes to think he also has had his 100 bad days, but he clearly hasn’t, he just needs an excuse as to why he’s failing at life. The night wears on, and Drummer works out that x=pi r squared (wrote like that), an inequality is the same as racism, and Becky has 8.67 sons. He’s almost at question number 4 when Weak starts playing. He knows he can carry on whilst the first bit of the song plays, but he has to be prepared for the end. The final verse approaches, Drummer puts down his pen. He puts his volume to the max, and pushes his headphones into his ears.
“But I’m Weak, and what’s wrong with that?!” He mimes, as if he’s got the best voice in the world but has to stay quiet as to not wake up the whole neighbourhood. He knows he’s destroying his eardrums, and is definitely going to fail his test, but he doesn’t care. He’s experiencing that high that only an AJR fan can, a feeling like no other. It fills him with so much joy that’s he’s able to forget about life, just for a second. He knows that he’s going to need to blow up his pink inflatable flamingo, cause he’s going to Bummerland - and he loves it.
This is so good! You're clearly a talented writer, I can barely string two sentences together and still sound coherent. And it's funny which is very hard to achieve.
Thank you :) I had a moment of AJR inspiration, and felt like writing something. And I'm sure you could be a great writer, you've just got to find the right thing to write about.
Well thank you for sharing your moment of inspiration :) And yeah, it's the coming up with ideas that's the struggle. I'll just stick to art and music for now, much less thought needed (I say while constantly struggling to come up with things to draw).
Art and music are great, I wish I could draw. And I'm sure you're better than you think :)
Thanks dude :) You can draw too, I know it. And nothing could ever be worse than my bio teacher's diagrams on the board.
lol, I feel that. I feel like my chemistry teacher doesn't know how to use a pen.
It's always the science teachers, I think they've inhaled too many fumes. How's your day going?
Yeah, it is. And my days going alright, revising for some tests. How your day been?
Well done, I'm sure future you will be very grateful for your revision :) I could be better. I went to a party last night and sat in the corner playing with jenga blocks while everyone got drunk, wasn't a whole lot of fun and now I'm tired.
Well, get some rest, and I hope you feel more energised soon :)
Thanks :) it's the weekend so at least I don't have to go to school
Yeah, the weekend swoops in to save everyone yet again
Exactly, the weekend truly is a wonderful thing, I just wish there was more of it
No truer words have been spoken
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Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
Disclaimer: The below content is about Drummer, a fictional D&D alter ego for some weird English teenager with no life. The real Drummer has a real parent, who actually cares about how he does in life, unlike him. So, this disclaimer is here to say that Drummer definitely doesn’t study late at night to make up for not studying in the day, is completely respectful to his ears, doesn’t sleep at school, and for sure doesn’t have a pink blow up flamingo called Jeffery, Jeff for short.
Drummer has just got back from dinner with his family, which he has narrowly survived. He asked to leave the table multiple times, all of which requests were denied. He eventually declared that he was going to the bathroom, but changed course and is now laying on his bed. He lays there for a while, wondering if he should stop making stupid threads on DDB, which he eventually decides is a good choice, but will never happen. He opens his window to get some fresh air, but a wasp flies past, causing him to recoil and fall back onto his bed.
“Why do these things always happen to me?” He says as the wasp flies into his room. He grabs a sugar cube (We’re British, we have them everywhere) and chucks it out of the window to “lure” the wasp out. Unsurprisingly, this doesn’t work. He stays very still for a very long time, but the wasp doesn’t leave. He hears his little sister go outside, and apparently, the wasp does too. It flies out, as all wasps must, to chase Drummer’s sister around the garden. She runs around a tree a few times, and then inside, screaming all the way. Drummer closes the window.
It's getting late, and Drummer’s father calls for lights out and for everyone to go to sleep. But oh no, Drummer has already slept more than enough at his desk at school. And plus, he has a big maths test tomorrow. He knows he needs to study, but he can’t do so without a little AJR. He pulls out his headphones and turns on his playlist.
It’s a peaceful night. As always, he feels a real connection to his music when 100 bad days comes on. He likes to think he also has had his 100 bad days, but he clearly hasn’t, he just needs an excuse as to why he’s failing at life. The night wears on, and Drummer works out that x=pi r squared (wrote like that), an inequality is the same as racism, and Becky has 8.67 sons. He’s almost at question number 4 when Weak starts playing. He knows he can carry on whilst the first bit of the song plays, but he has to be prepared for the end. The final verse approaches, Drummer puts down his pen. He puts his volume to the max, and pushes his headphones into his ears.
“But I’m Weak, and what’s wrong with that?!” He mimes, as if he’s got the best voice in the world but has to stay quiet as to not wake up the whole neighbourhood. He knows he’s destroying his eardrums, and is definitely going to fail his test, but he doesn’t care. He’s experiencing that high that only an AJR fan can, a feeling like no other. It fills him with so much joy that’s he’s able to forget about life, just for a second. He knows that he’s going to need to blow up his pink inflatable flamingo, cause he’s going to Bummerland - and he loves it.
I adore this and it makes me happy and sad and scared and hopeful. Thanks Drummer, for being you.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
Disclaimer: The below content is about Drummer, a fictional D&D alter ego for some weird English teenager with no life. The real Drummer has a real parent, who actually cares about how he does in life, unlike him. So, this disclaimer is here to say that Drummer definitely doesn’t study late at night to make up for not studying in the day, is completely respectful to his ears, doesn’t sleep at school, and for sure doesn’t have a pink blow up flamingo called Jeffery, Jeff for short.
Drummer has just got back from dinner with his family, which he has narrowly survived. He asked to leave the table multiple times, all of which requests were denied. He eventually declared that he was going to the bathroom, but changed course and is now laying on his bed. He lays there for a while, wondering if he should stop making stupid threads on DDB, which he eventually decides is a good choice, but will never happen. He opens his window to get some fresh air, but a wasp flies past, causing him to recoil and fall back onto his bed.
“Why do these things always happen to me?” He says as the wasp flies into his room. He grabs a sugar cube (We’re British, we have them everywhere) and chucks it out of the window to “lure” the wasp out. Unsurprisingly, this doesn’t work. He stays very still for a very long time, but the wasp doesn’t leave. He hears his little sister go outside, and apparently, the wasp does too. It flies out, as all wasps must, to chase Drummer’s sister around the garden. She runs around a tree a few times, and then inside, screaming all the way. Drummer closes the window.
It's getting late, and Drummer’s father calls for lights out and for everyone to go to sleep. But oh no, Drummer has already slept more than enough at his desk at school. And plus, he has a big maths test tomorrow. He knows he needs to study, but he can’t do so without a little AJR. He pulls out his headphones and turns on his playlist.
It’s a peaceful night. As always, he feels a real connection to his music when 100 bad days comes on. He likes to think he also has had his 100 bad days, but he clearly hasn’t, he just needs an excuse as to why he’s failing at life. The night wears on, and Drummer works out that x=pi r squared (wrote like that), an inequality is the same as racism, and Becky has 8.67 sons. He’s almost at question number 4 when Weak starts playing. He knows he can carry on whilst the first bit of the song plays, but he has to be prepared for the end. The final verse approaches, Drummer puts down his pen. He puts his volume to the max, and pushes his headphones into his ears.
“But I’m Weak, and what’s wrong with that?!” He mimes, as if he’s got the best voice in the world but has to stay quiet as to not wake up the whole neighbourhood. He knows he’s destroying his eardrums, and is definitely going to fail his test, but he doesn’t care. He’s experiencing that high that only an AJR fan can, a feeling like no other. It fills him with so much joy that’s he’s able to forget about life, just for a second. He knows that he’s going to need to blow up his pink inflatable flamingo, cause he’s going to Bummerland - and he loves it.
I adore this and it makes me happy and sad and scared and hopeful. Thanks Drummer, for being you.
Thank you Yon, that means a lot :) I'm real glad we created this thread
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Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
*Ha, that's the best kind of dog if you ask me*
That I'm inside my head a lot
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
Yeah, the weekend swoops in to save everyone yet again
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
*Oh absolutely*
Winter, it won't be too long
Exactly, the weekend truly is a wonderful thing, I just wish there was more of it
I keep losing my socks.
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They're in the shadow realm
PM me TOMATO let the games begin
Thomas the train
Our Friend Bob
That is my oh so glorious nickname according to drummer
https://www.dndbeyond.com/forums/off-topic/adohands-kitchen/173323-barbarian-wars
Join our ranks
Where the hell do they go?
First, I just gotta find your mom
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
No truer words have been spoken
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
*aw no we finished the song, time to start a new one*
No, thank you
Is what I should have said
I should be in bed
But teEmmptations
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I adore this and it makes me happy and sad and scared and hopeful. Thanks Drummer, for being you.
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*Saw it :)*
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Of troubles on my tongue, troubles yet to come
One sip, bad for me,
one hit, bad for me
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Thank you Yon, that means a lot :) I'm real glad we created this thread
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
One kiss, bad for me
But I give in so easily
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
*the king has blessed us with his presence, nice to see you your highness*
And no, thank you
is how it should have gone
*Ha, I'll never be king here. This'll be my place to chill and sing.*
...I should stay strong😅...
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
*well then, I hope you're having a very nice chill time :)*
but I'm WEAK