*DID HAPPY MAKE THE FREAKING JUNKYARD DOG? Or whatever the full weapon is called*
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
*DID HAPPY MAKE THE FREAKING JUNKYARD DOG? Or whatever the full weapon is called*
*You got it, and I'm pretty sure it's called the Junkyard Dog. The lore doesn't really say where the legendary weapons come from, so I assume Happy Chaos.*
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
“The boss has always been secretive about his projects, even to us. Entering the volcano from the top would take you directly to his workshop. There’s a possibility that he set up a contingency plan that in the event of his demise, the volcano’s would close, hiding off any schematics he deemed necessary to hide.”
“Oh, I see. But why seal them away instead of untrusting someone with them, like you guys. You are his kids after all.”
They bust out laughing “KIDS? WHEEEE! AHAHHAH! WHEEEEZEEE.” They regain their composure “We’re not his kids. More like workers. We don’t call ‘em pops. That’s my pops.” He points to an older looking giant “We’re just born fully grown.”
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
“The boss has always been secretive about his projects, even to us. Entering the volcano from the top would take you directly to his workshop. There’s a possibility that he set up a contingency plan that in the event of his demise, the volcano’s would close, hiding off any schematics he deemed necessary to hide.”
“Oh, I see. But why seal them away instead of untrusting someone with them, like you guys. You are his kids after all.”
They bust out laughing “KIDS? WHEEEE! AHAHHAH! WHEEEEZEEE.” They regain their composure “We’re not his kids. More like workers. We don’t call ‘em pops. That’s my pops.” He points to an older looking giant “We’re just born fully grown.”
“Oh, ok. But the point still stands. Why not have you guys use the schematics?”
"No one is always right." Szerucharz grumbles. He continues merging gravel into larger and larger stones.
"I'd say that proves my point more than yours." Happy Chaos uncrosses his arms and walks into his lab, walking out with a weapon far too large for his skinny twink frame.
Szerucharz sighs. "And what's that?"
"Experimental weapon." He sets it down "You know, if we met earlier we could have been friends. Maybe we still can be. Anyway." He picks it back up and fires, an explosion of flame and heat coming from the weapon with enough force to annihilate a mountain "Ah, not as good as my revolvers."
"You know, it's not a bad idea, but mortal conflicts should try to be as precise and concise as possible. In my old world, I saw what could happen if people got their hands on, say, the power to wipe out millions of others in one fell swoop. Targeted killings are much safer."
"Oh you just gave me an idea. I'll be right back." He puts down the weapon and goes back into his lab. He walks out of the lab holding several items radiating immensely powerful energy, and a regular sword "What do you think of these?" He puts them down on top of the regular sword "Something like this?"
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
“The boss has always been secretive about his projects, even to us. Entering the volcano from the top would take you directly to his workshop. There’s a possibility that he set up a contingency plan that in the event of his demise, the volcano’s would close, hiding off any schematics he deemed necessary to hide.”
“Oh, I see. But why seal them away instead of untrusting someone with them, like you guys. You are his kids after all.”
They bust out laughing “KIDS? WHEEEE! AHAHHAH! WHEEEEZEEE.” They regain their composure “We’re not his kids. More like workers. We don’t call ‘em pops. That’s my pops.” He points to an older looking giant “We’re just born fully grown.”
“Oh, ok. But the point still stands. Why not have you guys use the schematics?”
“He trusts us, but not that much. Going into his workshop without permission results in your very body and soul being incinerated. Plus, we don’t have the power to make them anyways.”
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
“The boss has always been secretive about his projects, even to us. Entering the volcano from the top would take you directly to his workshop. There’s a possibility that he set up a contingency plan that in the event of his demise, the volcano’s would close, hiding off any schematics he deemed necessary to hide.”
“Oh, I see. But why seal them away instead of untrusting someone with them, like you guys. You are his kids after all.”
They bust out laughing “KIDS? WHEEEE! AHAHHAH! WHEEEEZEEE.” They regain their composure “We’re not his kids. More like workers. We don’t call ‘em pops. That’s my pops.” He points to an older looking giant “We’re just born fully grown.”
“Oh, ok. But the point still stands. Why not have you guys use the schematics?”
“He trusts us, but not that much. Going into his workshop without permission results in your very body and soul being incinerated. Plus, we don’t have the power to make them anyways.”
“Well….if he really is gone, what are you gonna do now?”
"Of course it is. The only god we crew worship is Hospitality itself, and serving others is the highest form of worship. But the gnocchi is not our focus today. The truffle, Leonardo?" The wine is as robust and complex as the black thing... the "truffle."
The pig waddles up to Leonardo and places its fat snout in his lap. It has stitches running all over its body, looking so full that they might burst. It seems happy, though.
“The truffle is unlike anything I’ve ever tasted. And the wine compliments it so well.” He says taking another sip. “Yeah, it’s nice when hospitality is offered, especially with all the chaos that has happened lately.”
He notices the pig, and while wary for a moment, he would gently pat its head.
"Chaos... fah. Worthless, all of it. It's sickening, really." He speaks as though what he's saying is a completely uncontroversial, irrefutable fact, like the weather or the results of a sports game he was mildly interested in. He begins to wipe off his hands with a damp towel as frost forms on it. "Peace is the way to go. Let people die surrounded by family and friends. Good company, good food, good music. The Gut holds these values to be self-evident and pure." He drops the thoroughly frozen towel and puts his gloves back on.
"This truffle bodes well for the future. Enjoy it. Savor it. These things, they are rare. But they tell me that things are going to recover if we let them."
“The boss has always been secretive about his projects, even to us. Entering the volcano from the top would take you directly to his workshop. There’s a possibility that he set up a contingency plan that in the event of his demise, the volcano’s would close, hiding off any schematics he deemed necessary to hide.”
“Oh, I see. But why seal them away instead of untrusting someone with them, like you guys. You are his kids after all.”
They bust out laughing “KIDS? WHEEEE! AHAHHAH! WHEEEEZEEE.” They regain their composure “We’re not his kids. More like workers. We don’t call ‘em pops. That’s my pops.” He points to an older looking giant “We’re just born fully grown.”
“Oh, ok. But the point still stands. Why not have you guys use the schematics?”
“He trusts us, but not that much. Going into his workshop without permission results in your very body and soul being incinerated. Plus, we don’t have the power to make them anyways.”
“Well….if he really is gone, what are you gonna do now?”
“Build homes. Just…survive.”
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
"No one is always right." Szerucharz grumbles. He continues merging gravel into larger and larger stones.
"I'd say that proves my point more than yours." Happy Chaos uncrosses his arms and walks into his lab, walking out with a weapon far too large for his skinny twink frame.
Szerucharz sighs. "And what's that?"
"Experimental weapon." He sets it down "You know, if we met earlier we could have been friends. Maybe we still can be. Anyway." He picks it back up and fires, an explosion of flame and heat coming from the weapon with enough force to annihilate a mountain "Ah, not as good as my revolvers."
"You know, it's not a bad idea, but mortal conflicts should try to be as precise and concise as possible. In my old world, I saw what could happen if people got their hands on, say, the power to wipe out millions of others in one fell swoop. Targeted killings are much safer."
"Oh you just gave me an idea. I'll be right back." He puts down the weapon and goes back into his lab. He walks out of the lab holding several items radiating immensely powerful energy, and a regular sword "What do you think of these?" He puts them down on top of the regular sword "Something like this?"
"I don't know what any of that is. I recognize the sword, but I don't have a catalog of every relic you own."
"Of course it is. The only god we crew worship is Hospitality itself, and serving others is the highest form of worship. But the gnocchi is not our focus today. The truffle, Leonardo?" The wine is as robust and complex as the black thing... the "truffle."
The pig waddles up to Leonardo and places its fat snout in his lap. It has stitches running all over its body, looking so full that they might burst. It seems happy, though.
“The truffle is unlike anything I’ve ever tasted. And the wine compliments it so well.” He says taking another sip. “Yeah, it’s nice when hospitality is offered, especially with all the chaos that has happened lately.”
He notices the pig, and while wary for a moment, he would gently pat its head.
"Chaos... fah. Worthless, all of it. It's sickening, really." He speaks as though what he's saying is a completely uncontroversial, irrefutable fact, like the weather or the results of a sports game he was mildly interested in. He begins to wipe off his hands with a damp towel as frost forms on it. "Peace is the way to go. Let people die surrounded by family and friends. Good company, good food, good music. The Gut holds these values to be self-evident and pure." He drops the thoroughly frozen towel and puts his gloves back on.
"This truffle bodes well for the future. Enjoy it. Savor it. These things, they are rare. But they tell me that things are going to recover if we let them."
The pig licks his hand a bit and nuzzles him.
“Peace would definitely be preferred.” He says, his expression dropping, a bit of sorrow creeping in before he is roused out of it by the nuzzling of the pig. He smiles a bit and pets it some more. “I hope peace can be achieved. All this turmoil isn’t good for the mind or soul I say.”
“The boss has always been secretive about his projects, even to us. Entering the volcano from the top would take you directly to his workshop. There’s a possibility that he set up a contingency plan that in the event of his demise, the volcano’s would close, hiding off any schematics he deemed necessary to hide.”
“Oh, I see. But why seal them away instead of untrusting someone with them, like you guys. You are his kids after all.”
They bust out laughing “KIDS? WHEEEE! AHAHHAH! WHEEEEZEEE.” They regain their composure “We’re not his kids. More like workers. We don’t call ‘em pops. That’s my pops.” He points to an older looking giant “We’re just born fully grown.”
“Oh, ok. But the point still stands. Why not have you guys use the schematics?”
“He trusts us, but not that much. Going into his workshop without permission results in your very body and soul being incinerated. Plus, we don’t have the power to make them anyways.”
“Well….if he really is gone, what are you gonna do now?”
“Build homes. Just…survive.”
“Then we will help.” Rendy says as the Derendians perk up and fly over. “Yes, we help!” They all speak in unison.
"No one is always right." Szerucharz grumbles. He continues merging gravel into larger and larger stones.
"I'd say that proves my point more than yours." Happy Chaos uncrosses his arms and walks into his lab, walking out with a weapon far too large for his skinny twink frame.
Szerucharz sighs. "And what's that?"
"Experimental weapon." He sets it down "You know, if we met earlier we could have been friends. Maybe we still can be. Anyway." He picks it back up and fires, an explosion of flame and heat coming from the weapon with enough force to annihilate a mountain "Ah, not as good as my revolvers."
"You know, it's not a bad idea, but mortal conflicts should try to be as precise and concise as possible. In my old world, I saw what could happen if people got their hands on, say, the power to wipe out millions of others in one fell swoop. Targeted killings are much safer."
"Oh you just gave me an idea. I'll be right back." He puts down the weapon and goes back into his lab. He walks out of the lab holding several items radiating immensely powerful energy, and a regular sword "What do you think of these?" He puts them down on top of the regular sword "Something like this?"
"I don't know what any of that is. I recognize the sword, but I don't have a catalog of every relic you own."
He looks at them confused "So you brought me my lab without understanding what was inside? Are you stupid?"
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
“The boss has always been secretive about his projects, even to us. Entering the volcano from the top would take you directly to his workshop. There’s a possibility that he set up a contingency plan that in the event of his demise, the volcano’s would close, hiding off any schematics he deemed necessary to hide.”
“Oh, I see. But why seal them away instead of untrusting someone with them, like you guys. You are his kids after all.”
They bust out laughing “KIDS? WHEEEE! AHAHHAH! WHEEEEZEEE.” They regain their composure “We’re not his kids. More like workers. We don’t call ‘em pops. That’s my pops.” He points to an older looking giant “We’re just born fully grown.”
“Oh, ok. But the point still stands. Why not have you guys use the schematics?”
“He trusts us, but not that much. Going into his workshop without permission results in your very body and soul being incinerated. Plus, we don’t have the power to make them anyways.”
“Well….if he really is gone, what are you gonna do now?”
“Build homes. Just…survive.”
“Then we will help.” Rendy says as the Derendians perk up and fly over. “Yes, we help!” They all speak in unison.
“No offense, but you are the size of my fingernail. How could you possibly help?”
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
“The boss has always been secretive about his projects, even to us. Entering the volcano from the top would take you directly to his workshop. There’s a possibility that he set up a contingency plan that in the event of his demise, the volcano’s would close, hiding off any schematics he deemed necessary to hide.”
“Oh, I see. But why seal them away instead of untrusting someone with them, like you guys. You are his kids after all.”
They bust out laughing “KIDS? WHEEEE! AHAHHAH! WHEEEEZEEE.” They regain their composure “We’re not his kids. More like workers. We don’t call ‘em pops. That’s my pops.” He points to an older looking giant “We’re just born fully grown.”
“Oh, ok. But the point still stands. Why not have you guys use the schematics?”
“He trusts us, but not that much. Going into his workshop without permission results in your very body and soul being incinerated. Plus, we don’t have the power to make them anyways.”
“Well….if he really is gone, what are you gonna do now?”
“Build homes. Just…survive.”
“Then we will help.” Rendy says as the Derendians perk up and fly over. “Yes, we help!” They all speak in unison.
“No offense, but you are the size of my fingernail. How could you possibly help?”
“The boss has always been secretive about his projects, even to us. Entering the volcano from the top would take you directly to his workshop. There’s a possibility that he set up a contingency plan that in the event of his demise, the volcano’s would close, hiding off any schematics he deemed necessary to hide.”
“Oh, I see. But why seal them away instead of untrusting someone with them, like you guys. You are his kids after all.”
They bust out laughing “KIDS? WHEEEE! AHAHHAH! WHEEEEZEEE.” They regain their composure “We’re not his kids. More like workers. We don’t call ‘em pops. That’s my pops.” He points to an older looking giant “We’re just born fully grown.”
“Oh, ok. But the point still stands. Why not have you guys use the schematics?”
“He trusts us, but not that much. Going into his workshop without permission results in your very body and soul being incinerated. Plus, we don’t have the power to make them anyways.”
“Well….if he really is gone, what are you gonna do now?”
“Build homes. Just…survive.”
“Then we will help.” Rendy says as the Derendians perk up and fly over. “Yes, we help!” They all speak in unison.
“No offense, but you are the size of my fingernail. How could you possibly help?”
Symbiosis.
“Symbiosis traditionally requires both parties to gain something. So what do you gain, and what do we gain?”
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
"Chaos... fah. Worthless, all of it. It's sickening, really." He speaks as though what he's saying is a completely uncontroversial, irrefutable fact, like the weather or the results of a sports game he was mildly interested in. He begins to wipe off his hands with a damp towel as frost forms on it. "Peace is the way to go. Let people die surrounded by family and friends. Good company, good food, good music. The Gut holds these values to be self-evident and pure." He drops the thoroughly frozen towel and puts his gloves back on.
"This truffle bodes well for the future. Enjoy it. Savor it. These things, they are rare. But they tell me that things are going to recover if we let them."
The pig licks his hand a bit and nuzzles him.
“Peace would definitely be preferred.” He says, his expression dropping, a bit of sorrow creeping in before he is roused out of it by the nuzzling of the pig. He smiles a bit and pets it some more. “I hope peace can be achieved. All this turmoil isn’t good for the mind or soul I say.”
"Agreed." He looks at his pocket watch, then at the pig. "Could you look after Snuffles for me for a bit? He's very valuable. He'll find you some more truffles if you let him."
"No one is always right." Szerucharz grumbles. He continues merging gravel into larger and larger stones.
"I'd say that proves my point more than yours." Happy Chaos uncrosses his arms and walks into his lab, walking out with a weapon far too large for his skinny twink frame.
Szerucharz sighs. "And what's that?"
"Experimental weapon." He sets it down "You know, if we met earlier we could have been friends. Maybe we still can be. Anyway." He picks it back up and fires, an explosion of flame and heat coming from the weapon with enough force to annihilate a mountain "Ah, not as good as my revolvers."
"You know, it's not a bad idea, but mortal conflicts should try to be as precise and concise as possible. In my old world, I saw what could happen if people got their hands on, say, the power to wipe out millions of others in one fell swoop. Targeted killings are much safer."
"Oh you just gave me an idea. I'll be right back." He puts down the weapon and goes back into his lab. He walks out of the lab holding several items radiating immensely powerful energy, and a regular sword "What do you think of these?" He puts them down on top of the regular sword "Something like this?"
"I don't know what any of that is. I recognize the sword, but I don't have a catalog of every relic you own."
He looks at them confused "So you brought me my lab without understanding what was inside? Are you stupid?"
"I'll be honest, I didn't think it would matter. Stupid and naive are separate things."
“The boss has always been secretive about his projects, even to us. Entering the volcano from the top would take you directly to his workshop. There’s a possibility that he set up a contingency plan that in the event of his demise, the volcano’s would close, hiding off any schematics he deemed necessary to hide.”
“Oh, I see. But why seal them away instead of untrusting someone with them, like you guys. You are his kids after all.”
They bust out laughing “KIDS? WHEEEE! AHAHHAH! WHEEEEZEEE.” They regain their composure “We’re not his kids. More like workers. We don’t call ‘em pops. That’s my pops.” He points to an older looking giant “We’re just born fully grown.”
“Oh, ok. But the point still stands. Why not have you guys use the schematics?”
“He trusts us, but not that much. Going into his workshop without permission results in your very body and soul being incinerated. Plus, we don’t have the power to make them anyways.”
“Well….if he really is gone, what are you gonna do now?”
“Build homes. Just…survive.”
“Then we will help.” Rendy says as the Derendians perk up and fly over. “Yes, we help!” They all speak in unison.
“No offense, but you are the size of my fingernail. How could you possibly help?”
Symbiosis.
“Symbiosis traditionally requires both parties to gain something. So what do you gain, and what do we gain?”
“We gain companionship and sustenance from the host. In exchange, we can change your bodies in various way. Make you stronger, faster, given you better senses, give you more limbs, wings, a laser gun tail…” Rendy lists off various benefits.
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*DID HAPPY MAKE THE FREAKING JUNKYARD DOG? Or whatever the full weapon is called*
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
*You got it, and I'm pretty sure it's called the Junkyard Dog. The lore doesn't really say where the legendary weapons come from, so I assume Happy Chaos.*
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
They bust out laughing “KIDS? WHEEEE! AHAHHAH! WHEEEEZEEE.” They regain their composure “We’re not his kids. More like workers. We don’t call ‘em pops. That’s my pops.” He points to an older looking giant “We’re just born fully grown.”
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
“Oh, ok. But the point still stands. Why not have you guys use the schematics?”
"Oh you just gave me an idea. I'll be right back." He puts down the weapon and goes back into his lab. He walks out of the lab holding several items radiating immensely powerful energy, and a regular sword "What do you think of these?" He puts them down on top of the regular sword "Something like this?"
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
“He trusts us, but not that much. Going into his workshop without permission results in your very body and soul being incinerated. Plus, we don’t have the power to make them anyways.”
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
“Well….if he really is gone, what are you gonna do now?”
"Chaos... fah. Worthless, all of it. It's sickening, really." He speaks as though what he's saying is a completely uncontroversial, irrefutable fact, like the weather or the results of a sports game he was mildly interested in. He begins to wipe off his hands with a damp towel as frost forms on it. "Peace is the way to go. Let people die surrounded by family and friends. Good company, good food, good music. The Gut holds these values to be self-evident and pure." He drops the thoroughly frozen towel and puts his gloves back on.
"This truffle bodes well for the future. Enjoy it. Savor it. These things, they are rare. But they tell me that things are going to recover if we let them."
The pig licks his hand a bit and nuzzles him.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Build homes. Just…survive.”
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
"I don't know what any of that is. I recognize the sword, but I don't have a catalog of every relic you own."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Peace would definitely be preferred.” He says, his expression dropping, a bit of sorrow creeping in before he is roused out of it by the nuzzling of the pig. He smiles a bit and pets it some more. “I hope peace can be achieved. All this turmoil isn’t good for the mind or soul I say.”
“Then we will help.” Rendy says as the Derendians perk up and fly over. “Yes, we help!” They all speak in unison.
He looks at them confused "So you brought me my lab without understanding what was inside? Are you stupid?"
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
*Anybody else want to rp? And if so with what characters out of my roster?*
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
“No offense, but you are the size of my fingernail. How could you possibly help?”
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
Symbiosis.
“Symbiosis traditionally requires both parties to gain something. So what do you gain, and what do we gain?”
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
"Agreed." He looks at his pocket watch, then at the pig. "Could you look after Snuffles for me for a bit? He's very valuable. He'll find you some more truffles if you let him."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I'll be honest, I didn't think it would matter. Stupid and naive are separate things."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“We gain companionship and sustenance from the host. In exchange, we can change your bodies in various way. Make you stronger, faster, given you better senses, give you more limbs, wings, a laser gun tail…” Rendy lists off various benefits.