He feel's a slight tingling in his palm as the little wooden pitchfork seems to make a outlined burned in his skin. The laughter around him, once joyous, now sounds malevolent. All eyes seem to be staring at him unnervingly.
His hand turns to smoke as he drops the pitchfork. The outline stays there, floating in the smog. He looks around, not exactly scared, but certainly distressed.
*Make a Perception check for me.*
22
He feels a presences behind him, looming over him like a shadow. "You.... are a new one..."
He feels a presences behind him, looming over him like a shadow. "You.... are a new one..."
"I, uh, get that quite often." He turns around, looking for the source of the voice.
A bipedal goat stands behind him. It has a pair of humanoid-like arms that have large, knife-like claws at the tips of their fingers. Its fur is blacker than a moonless night and its skin is shiny in the firelight. Their horns curl around flicking ears, sharpened to a point. Their glowing orange eyes stare at them. "I can tell.. Perhaps that is why they have chosen you." It said, pointing its pitchfork at the halfling's dancing.
He feels a presences behind him, looming over him like a shadow. "You.... are a new one..."
"I, uh, get that quite often." He turns around, looking for the source of the voice.
A bipedal goat stands behind him. It has a pair of humanoid-like arms that have large, knife-like claws at the tips of their fingers. Its fur is blacker than a moonless night and its skin is shiny in the firelight. Their horns curl around flicking ears, sharpened to a point. Their glowing orange eyes stare at them. "I can tell.. Perhaps that is why they have chosen you." It said, pointing its pitchfork at the halfling's dancing.
"Is this ritual for you? It seems a tad predatory, but maybe I've simply misinterpreted it." The man seems, if anything, calmer now that he can identify the source of the madness.
He feels a presences behind him, looming over him like a shadow. "You.... are a new one..."
"I, uh, get that quite often." He turns around, looking for the source of the voice.
A bipedal goat stands behind him. It has a pair of humanoid-like arms that have large, knife-like claws at the tips of their fingers. Its fur is blacker than a moonless night and its skin is shiny in the firelight. Their horns curl around flicking ears, sharpened to a point. Their glowing orange eyes stare at them. "I can tell.. Perhaps that is why they have chosen you." It said, pointing its pitchfork at the halfling's dancing.
"Is this ritual for you? It seems a tad predatory, but maybe I've simply misinterpreted it." The man seems, if anything, calmer now that he can identify the source of the madness.
It shakes its head "No.. This is a party... a festival for them to enjoy. They are shunned from the light of day because of how they look. This is a time where they can live without fear."
He feels a presences behind him, looming over him like a shadow. "You.... are a new one..."
"I, uh, get that quite often." He turns around, looking for the source of the voice.
A bipedal goat stands behind him. It has a pair of humanoid-like arms that have large, knife-like claws at the tips of their fingers. Its fur is blacker than a moonless night and its skin is shiny in the firelight. Their horns curl around flicking ears, sharpened to a point. Their glowing orange eyes stare at them. "I can tell.. Perhaps that is why they have chosen you." It said, pointing its pitchfork at the halfling's dancing.
"Is this ritual for you? It seems a tad predatory, but maybe I've simply misinterpreted it." The man seems, if anything, calmer now that he can identify the source of the madness.
It shakes its head "No.. This is a party... a festival for them to enjoy. They are shunned from the light of day because of how they look. This is a time where they can live without fear."
The man nods. "Light is overrated anyway. I come from a land where the sun hasn't risen for centuries, and I think it's better that way. I think this party is a good idea."
He feels a presences behind him, looming over him like a shadow. "You.... are a new one..."
"I, uh, get that quite often." He turns around, looking for the source of the voice.
A bipedal goat stands behind him. It has a pair of humanoid-like arms that have large, knife-like claws at the tips of their fingers. Its fur is blacker than a moonless night and its skin is shiny in the firelight. Their horns curl around flicking ears, sharpened to a point. Their glowing orange eyes stare at them. "I can tell.. Perhaps that is why they have chosen you." It said, pointing its pitchfork at the halfling's dancing.
"Is this ritual for you? It seems a tad predatory, but maybe I've simply misinterpreted it." The man seems, if anything, calmer now that he can identify the source of the madness.
It shakes its head "No.. This is a party... a festival for them to enjoy. They are shunned from the light of day because of how they look. This is a time where they can live without fear."
The man nods. "Light is overrated anyway. I come from a land where the sun hasn't risen for centuries, and I think it's better that way. I think this party is a good idea."
It nods, looking over the party. Its ears flick in time with the music. It stares again at them and holds out a hand "Would you care to dance?"
He feels a presences behind him, looming over him like a shadow. "You.... are a new one..."
"I, uh, get that quite often." He turns around, looking for the source of the voice.
A bipedal goat stands behind him. It has a pair of humanoid-like arms that have large, knife-like claws at the tips of their fingers. Its fur is blacker than a moonless night and its skin is shiny in the firelight. Their horns curl around flicking ears, sharpened to a point. Their glowing orange eyes stare at them. "I can tell.. Perhaps that is why they have chosen you." It said, pointing its pitchfork at the halfling's dancing.
"Is this ritual for you? It seems a tad predatory, but maybe I've simply misinterpreted it." The man seems, if anything, calmer now that he can identify the source of the madness.
It shakes its head "No.. This is a party... a festival for them to enjoy. They are shunned from the light of day because of how they look. This is a time where they can live without fear."
The man nods. "Light is overrated anyway. I come from a land where the sun hasn't risen for centuries, and I think it's better that way. I think this party is a good idea."
It nods, looking over the party. Its ears flick in time with the music. It stares again at them and holds out a hand "Would you care to dance?"
The man nods, shifting into a large smoke monster with a bestial skull for a head, taking the goat-creature's hand. "I would be honored to."
My old account, Gamer_Thirteen, is no longer accessible to me, so here I am.
”A young man stands in his bedroom. It just so happens that today, the 13th of April, is this young man's birthday. Though it was thirteen years ago he was given life, it is only today he will be given a name!”
Whip Spider of the Spider Guild. (Technically whip spiders are scorpions but that’s Vulkoor’s job, not mine)
He feels a presences behind him, looming over him like a shadow. "You.... are a new one..."
"I, uh, get that quite often." He turns around, looking for the source of the voice.
A bipedal goat stands behind him. It has a pair of humanoid-like arms that have large, knife-like claws at the tips of their fingers. Its fur is blacker than a moonless night and its skin is shiny in the firelight. Their horns curl around flicking ears, sharpened to a point. Their glowing orange eyes stare at them. "I can tell.. Perhaps that is why they have chosen you." It said, pointing its pitchfork at the halfling's dancing.
"Is this ritual for you? It seems a tad predatory, but maybe I've simply misinterpreted it." The man seems, if anything, calmer now that he can identify the source of the madness.
It shakes its head "No.. This is a party... a festival for them to enjoy. They are shunned from the light of day because of how they look. This is a time where they can live without fear."
The man nods. "Light is overrated anyway. I come from a land where the sun hasn't risen for centuries, and I think it's better that way. I think this party is a good idea."
It nods, looking over the party. Its ears flick in time with the music. It stares again at them and holds out a hand "Would you care to dance?"
The man nods, shifting into a large smoke monster with a bestial skull for a head, taking the goat-creature's hand. "I would be honored to."
It bowed before gently clasping its clawed hand in theirs and beginning a waltz like dance. (If you know the song The Crooked Moon, the music is that)
It nods, looking over the party. Its ears flick in time with the music. It stares again at them and holds out a hand "Would you care to dance?"
The man nods, shifting into a large smoke monster with a bestial skull for a head, taking the goat-creature's hand. "I would be honored to."
It bowed before gently clasping its clawed hand in theirs and beginning a waltz like dance. (If you know the song The Crooked Moon, the music is that)
*I literally just spent 30 dollars funding that yesterday! I've been keeping an eye on it for a while now, too.*
The smoke entity dances like it is classically trained, slipping up a little from time to time. "I'm sorry, I don't know this one very well!" It chuckles quietly.
It nods, looking over the party. Its ears flick in time with the music. It stares again at them and holds out a hand "Would you care to dance?"
The man nods, shifting into a large smoke monster with a bestial skull for a head, taking the goat-creature's hand. "I would be honored to."
It bowed before gently clasping its clawed hand in theirs and beginning a waltz like dance. (If you know the song The Crooked Moon, the music is that)
*I literally just spent 30 dollars funding that yesterday! I've been keeping an eye on it for a while now, too.*
The smoke entity dances like it is classically trained, slipping up a little from time to time. "I'm sorry, I don't know this one very well!" It chuckles quietly.
It chuckles and spins them. "My understanding of dance is that there is no wrong way to do it." It dips them before tilting its head "Do you believe there is a 'right' way to dance?"
He feels a presences behind him, looming over him like a shadow. "You.... are a new one..."
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
A few halfling look up when they see Vega, cackling before continuing to dance around the fire. *Make a perception check for me.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"I, uh, get that quite often." He turns around, looking for the source of the voice.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
25
A bipedal goat stands behind him. It has a pair of humanoid-like arms that have large, knife-like claws at the tips of their fingers. Its fur is blacker than a moonless night and its skin is shiny in the firelight. Their horns curl around flicking ears, sharpened to a point. Their glowing orange eyes stare at them. "I can tell.. Perhaps that is why they have chosen you." It said, pointing its pitchfork at the halfling's dancing.
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 feels a presences behind him, looming over him like a shadow. "You..... Welcome.."
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
"Is this ritual for you? It seems a tad predatory, but maybe I've simply misinterpreted it." The man seems, if anything, calmer now that he can identify the source of the madness.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
It shakes its head "No.. This is a party... a festival for them to enjoy. They are shunned from the light of day because of how they look. This is a time where they can live without fear."
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
"Um.... hello. Thanks for welcoming me I guess?" He says gruffly
"You do not like being here?" It askes, tilting its head to the side. Its orange eyes bore into Vega's.
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
The man nods. "Light is overrated anyway. I come from a land where the sun hasn't risen for centuries, and I think it's better that way. I think this party is a good idea."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
It nods, looking over the party. Its ears flick in time with the music. It stares again at them and holds out a hand "Would you care to 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
"No, no. I'm thankful for being invited, I'm just not sure what sort of... party this is."
The man nods, shifting into a large smoke monster with a bestial skull for a head, taking the goat-creature's hand. "I would be honored to."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Thirteen is drinking matcha.
Spectacle is on the roof yet again.
My old account, Gamer_Thirteen, is no longer accessible to me, so here I am.
”A young man stands in his bedroom. It just so happens that today, the 13th of April, is this young man's birthday. Though it was thirteen years ago he was given life, it is only today he will be given a name!”
Whip Spider of the Spider Guild. (Technically whip spiders are scorpions but that’s Vulkoor’s job, not mine)
Flint sees Spectacle. 'Hey there!'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"A festival of the harvest moon" It said and stepped past Vega "A celebration of life and family."
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
It bowed before gently clasping its clawed hand in theirs and beginning a waltz like dance. (If you know the song The Crooked Moon, the music is that)
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*I literally just spent 30 dollars funding that yesterday! I've been keeping an eye on it for a while now, too.*
The smoke entity dances like it is classically trained, slipping up a little from time to time. "I'm sorry, I don't know this one very well!" It chuckles quietly.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
It chuckles and spins them. "My understanding of dance is that there is no wrong way to do it." It dips them before tilting its head "Do you believe there is a 'right' way to 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