"Hm...well from what I have learned so far, domains are expansions of one's powers and a Will can choose a domain that best fits them, or you can allow their experiences and external forces shape and influence them. My Undeath and Tempest Domains came from the Wills that sort of....caused the circumstances of my "birth" so to speak. I don't know if that is helpful, but if anyone would be able to give you more information on Domains, it would be Cogintius, the Overwill of Order and Knowledge. As far as a name, I'd imagine that would be for you to decide." Phantom replies.
The entity nods, then signs out another message.
What was signed: Thank you. Maybe no name now nothing fitting. Where find C-O-G-I-N-T-I-U-S?
What was implied/meant: Thank you. I might hold off on the name because I have no domain, so nothing fits. Where do I find this Cogintius?
"Hm...well from what I have learned so far, domains are expansions of one's powers and a Will can choose a domain that best fits them, or you can allow their experiences and external forces shape and influence them. My Undeath and Tempest Domains came from the Wills that sort of....caused the circumstances of my "birth" so to speak. I don't know if that is helpful, but if anyone would be able to give you more information on Domains, it would be Cogintius, the Overwill of Order and Knowledge. As far as a name, I'd imagine that would be for you to decide." Phantom replies.
The entity nods, then signs out another message.
What was signed: Thank you. Maybe no name now nothing fitting. Where find C-O-G-I-N-T-I-U-S?
What was implied/meant: Thank you. I might hold off on the name because I have no domain, so nothing fits. Where do I find this Cogintius?
"He is to the south, in a very big place called the City of Order. You can't miss it. There is a ward so you won't be able to just enter, but if you go to the entrance and speak to the guards they should be able to get you an audience with him."
"Hm...well from what I have learned so far, domains are expansions of one's powers and a Will can choose a domain that best fits them, or you can allow their experiences and external forces shape and influence them. My Undeath and Tempest Domains came from the Wills that sort of....caused the circumstances of my "birth" so to speak. I don't know if that is helpful, but if anyone would be able to give you more information on Domains, it would be Cogintius, the Overwill of Order and Knowledge. As far as a name, I'd imagine that would be for you to decide." Phantom replies.
The entity nods, then signs out another message.
What was signed: Thank you. Maybe no name now nothing fitting. Where find C-O-G-I-N-T-I-U-S?
What was implied/meant: Thank you. I might hold off on the name because I have no domain, so nothing fits. Where do I find this Cogintius?
"He is to the south, in a very big place called the City of Order. You can't miss it. There is a ward so you won't be able to just enter, but if you go to the entrance and speak to the guards they should be able to get you an audience with him."
He nods, about to sign another question, but then stops. He can see that Phantom is itching to get back to training.
What was said:Thank you. Leave you train.
What was meant/implied: Thank you for the help. I'll leave you to it, then.
And so, the entity continues onward, quickly consulting his weird internal compass and turning the right way, then finally waving goodbye.
"Cool, what's it for?" Rendy asks as he looks around.
“People who don’t have anywhere else to go, or just need a place to stay without be worried about stuff.”
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
In my absence, TF has mapped much of the non-Will controlled areas off the Smorgasworld. He is moving towards the City of Order.
Hellfire is on his wanderings again.
Kalus and Savathun are unwittingly closing in on each other, each accompanied by a small army of followers and soldiers. They are both in the general area of the Plague Keep ruins.
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Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
In my absence, TF has mapped much of the non-Will controlled areas off the Smorgasworld. He is moving towards the City of Order.
Hellfire is on his wanderings again.
They would happen upon a towering colossus in armor, some kind of war general with a gargantuan great spear. He is followed by an equally large dragon, most likely his companion. A storm rests above them, a ferocious tempest.
Slayer suddenly appears next to them, as he so often does.
Orchid is continuing to hollow out parts of the enormous cypress tree at the heart of their domain, making several chambers for various functions- including one central sanctum with a large pool of shimmering Amber Elixir. Verdant wildflowers of innumerable varieties all bloom in under the canopy of the giant tree, and are speckled throughout the Amber Marsh.
A figure is walking through the Frostbitten Wastes towards somewhere else, sometimes struggling to trudge through the deep snow.
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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)
Phantom continues to practice with his icy powers in the Frostbitten Wastes, alright becoming rather adept at them in such a short time. Still, he wants to know the limits of them before he ventures out to explore more of the world.
Rendy is chatting with SIN.
Leonardo is wandering the Valley, looking tired but focused. The blooming black roses have become more prevalent but they don't seem to bother the man much anymore.
Phantom continues to practice with his icy powers in the Frostbitten Wastes, alright becoming rather adept at them in such a short time. Still, he wants to know the limits of them before he ventures out to explore more of the world.
Rendy is chatting with SIN.
Leonardo is wandering the Valley, looking tired but focused. The blooming black roses have become more prevalent but they don't seem to bother the man much anymore.
As he continues to train, he sees someone walking through the snow with some difficulty a distance away. There is no semblance of divine power about them, but there is a feeling that is unmistakably familiar about them. They seem to notice Phantom, stopping for a second before continuing on their way.
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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)
Phantom continues to practice with his icy powers in the Frostbitten Wastes, alright becoming rather adept at them in such a short time. Still, he wants to know the limits of them before he ventures out to explore more of the world.
As he continues to train, he sees someone walking through the snow with some difficulty a distance away. There is no semblance of divine power about them, but there is a feeling that is unmistakably familiar about them. They seem to notice Phantom, stopping for a second before continuing on their way.
Phantom looks over to them, the feeling making him hesitant for a moment, but he decides to float over to them. "Hello?"
Phantom continues to practice with his icy powers in the Frostbitten Wastes, alright becoming rather adept at them in such a short time. Still, he wants to know the limits of them before he ventures out to explore more of the world.
As he continues to train, he sees someone walking through the snow with some difficulty a distance away. There is no semblance of divine power about them, but there is a feeling that is unmistakably familiar about them. They seem to notice Phantom, stopping for a second before continuing on their way.
Phantom looks over to them, the feeling making him hesitant for a moment, but he decides to float over to them. "Hello?"
They turn to face Phantom, seeming somewhat surprised. They have long, unkempt white hair that hangs to their shoulders, which is occasionally twitching and fluttering in the cold wind. Their eyes are a piercing yellow that, upon locking with Phantom's, sends a much less literal chill down his spine. They are clad in off-white vestments with faded bands of blue and silver that have several burn marks and sewn-up cuts, and they have horrid scars all over from a mixture of burns and cuts. There is a near-immediate gut feeling that Phantom feels that is practically screaming that they know this person, and after a few seconds... they realize why.
Sarahphym, the former Will of Winter, is a god no more- and their mortal form is standing right in front of him.
"Oh... it's you..." They give a sort of disheartened half-laugh. "I was wondering if you'd recognize me."
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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)
Phantom continues to practice with his icy powers in the Frostbitten Wastes, alright becoming rather adept at them in such a short time. Still, he wants to know the limits of them before he ventures out to explore more of the world.
As he continues to train, he sees someone walking through the snow with some difficulty a distance away. There is no semblance of divine power about them, but there is a feeling that is unmistakably familiar about them. They seem to notice Phantom, stopping for a second before continuing on their way.
Phantom looks over to them, the feeling making him hesitant for a moment, but he decides to float over to them. "Hello?"
They turn to face Phantom, seeming somewhat surprised. They have long, unkempt white hair that hangs to their shoulders, which is occasionally twitching and fluttering in the cold wind. Their eyes are a piercing yellow that, upon locking with Phantom's, sends a much less literal chill down his spine. They are clad in off-white vestments with faded bands of blue and silver that have several burn marks and sewn-up cuts, and they have horrid scars all over from a mixture of burns and cuts. There is a near-immediate gut feeling that Phantom feels that is practically screaming that they know this person, and after a few seconds... they realize why.
Sarahphym, the former Will of Winter, is a god no more- and their mortal form is standing right in front of him.
"Oh... it's you..." They give a sort of disheartened half-laugh. "I was wondering if you'd recognize me."
"Uh...hi again hehehe" he chuckles onerously. "I guess you really were turned mortal.....man you look awful" Phantom says, before having the sudden urge to slap himself for saying that last part out loud.
Phantom continues to practice with his icy powers in the Frostbitten Wastes, alright becoming rather adept at them in such a short time. Still, he wants to know the limits of them before he ventures out to explore more of the world.
As he continues to train, he sees someone walking through the snow with some difficulty a distance away. There is no semblance of divine power about them, but there is a feeling that is unmistakably familiar about them. They seem to notice Phantom, stopping for a second before continuing on their way.
Phantom looks over to them, the feeling making him hesitant for a moment, but he decides to float over to them. "Hello?"
They turn to face Phantom, seeming somewhat surprised. They have long, unkempt white hair that hangs to their shoulders, which is occasionally twitching and fluttering in the cold wind. Their eyes are a piercing yellow that, upon locking with Phantom's, sends a much less literal chill down his spine. They are clad in off-white vestments with faded bands of blue and silver that have several burn marks and sewn-up cuts, and they have horrid scars all over from a mixture of burns and cuts. There is a near-immediate gut feeling that Phantom feels that is practically screaming that they know this person, and after a few seconds... they realize why.
Sarahphym, the former Will of Winter, is a god no more- and their mortal form is standing right in front of him.
"Oh... it's you..." They give a sort of disheartened half-laugh. "I was wondering if you'd recognize me."
"Uh...hi again hehehe" he chuckles onerously. "I guess you really were turned mortal.....man you look awful" Phantom says, before having the sudden urge to slap himself for saying that last part out loud.
There is dead silence for a second, before they give an exasperated sigh. "Look, I'm not exactly happy about this arrangement either. The only reason I agreed to any of this was because the alternative was... well, whatever eternal hell the God Butcher had planned for me." They continue to walk.
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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)
There is dead silence for a second, before they give an exasperated sigh. "Look, I'm not exactly happy about this arrangement either. The only reason I agreed to any of this was because the alternative was... well, whatever eternal hell the God Butcher had planned for me." They continue to walk.
"Yeah, that's fair. Can't think of anyone who would prefer that..." He says as he watches her for a bit. After a bit of internal musing, he floats back over to her. "Do you want any help. At least to get out of the wastes. I get your punishment is to "walk in the shoes to experience the struggles of mortality" but...starting you here seems a bit too harsh...poetic maybe, but not something I'd recommend anyone based on personal experience."
There is dead silence for a second, before they give an exasperated sigh. "Look, I'm not exactly happy about this arrangement either. The only reason I agreed to any of this was because the alternative was... well, whatever eternal hell the God Butcher had planned for me." They continue to walk.
"Yeah, that's fair. Can't think of anyone who would prefer that..." He says as he watches her for a bit. After a bit of internal musing, he floats back over to her. "Do you want any help. At least to get out of the wastes. I get your punishment is to "walk in the shoes to experience the struggles of mortality" but...starting you here seems a bit too harsh...poetic maybe, but not something I'd recommend anyone based on personal experience."
Sarah laughs, assuming that he's joking, but stops once they realize that he's serious. "Wait, you're not kidding?.. Why? I took everything from you. What's your motive here?"
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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)
There is dead silence for a second, before they give an exasperated sigh. "Look, I'm not exactly happy about this arrangement either. The only reason I agreed to any of this was because the alternative was... well, whatever eternal hell the God Butcher had planned for me." They continue to walk.
*This is Szerucharz's goal. To instill enough fear that others don't want to do evil.*
*He's like a cannibalistic batman in that way.*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
There is dead silence for a second, before they give an exasperated sigh. "Look, I'm not exactly happy about this arrangement either. The only reason I agreed to any of this was because the alternative was... well, whatever eternal hell the God Butcher had planned for me." They continue to walk.
*This is Szerucharz's goal. To instill enough fear that others don't want to do evil.*
*He's like a cannibalistic batman in that way.*
*Yeah, but actually good at his job, unlike the actual batman. Maybe it's the cannibalism. I hope Szerchucharz didn't forget about Happy, he's been playing Guilty Gear alone for hours at this point.*
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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.'
*Yeah, but actually good at his job, unlike the actual batman. Maybe it's the cannibalism. I hope Szerchucharz didn't forget about Happy, he's been playing Guilty Gear alone for hours at this point.*
*Shoot!*
Szerucharz descends into the Nightmare and looks for Happy.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Yeah, but actually good at his job, unlike the actual batman. Maybe it's the cannibalism. I hope Szerchucharz didn't forget about Happy, he's been playing Guilty Gear alone for hours at this point.*
*Shoot!*
Szerucharz descends into the Nightmare and looks for Happy.
Szerucharz would find him next to a tv, sitting alone on a couch, next to him are some pizza rolls, although they seem to have some missing, the others were most likely for Szerucharz himself. On the Tv is Guilty Gear Strive, Happy must have been playing alone for a long time, because he's looking far too good to have just started playing. He turns to Szeru "Oh hey, you still busy?"
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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.'
*Yeah, but actually good at his job, unlike the actual batman. Maybe it's the cannibalism. I hope Szerchucharz didn't forget about Happy, he's been playing Guilty Gear alone for hours at this point.*
*Shoot!*
Szerucharz descends into the Nightmare and looks for Happy.
Szerucharz would find him next to a tv, sitting alone on a couch, next to him are some pizza rolls, although they seem to have some missing, the others were most likely for Szerucharz himself. On the Tv is Guilty Gear Strive, Happy must have been playing alone for a long time, because he's looking far too good to have just started playing. He turns to Szeru "Oh hey, you still busy?"
The brute looks guilty. "No... it took a while... and I forgot..." He hangs up his gear. He sits down, and Happy is reminded that this place can function as Heaven or Hell.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
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The entity nods, then signs out another message.
What was signed: Thank you. Maybe no name now nothing fitting. Where find C-O-G-I-N-T-I-U-S?
What was implied/meant: Thank you. I might hold off on the name because I have no domain, so nothing fits. Where do I find this Cogintius?
Roll for Initiative: [roll]1d20+7[/roll]
Proud member of the EVIL JEFF CULT! PRAISE JEFF!
Homebrew Races: HERE Homebrew Spells: HERE Homebrew Monsters: HERE
MORE OF ME! (And platypodes/platypi/platypuses) (Extended signature)
"He is to the south, in a very big place called the City of Order. You can't miss it. There is a ward so you won't be able to just enter, but if you go to the entrance and speak to the guards they should be able to get you an audience with him."
He nods, about to sign another question, but then stops. He can see that Phantom is itching to get back to training.
What was said:Thank you. Leave you train.
What was meant/implied: Thank you for the help. I'll leave you to it, then.
And so, the entity continues onward, quickly consulting his weird internal compass and turning the right way, then finally waving goodbye.
Roll for Initiative: [roll]1d20+7[/roll]
Proud member of the EVIL JEFF CULT! PRAISE JEFF!
Homebrew Races: HERE Homebrew Spells: HERE Homebrew Monsters: HERE
MORE OF ME! (And platypodes/platypi/platypuses) (Extended signature)
“People who don’t have anywhere else to go, or just need a place to stay without be worried about stuff.”
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
In my absence, TF has mapped much of the non-Will controlled areas off the Smorgasworld. He is moving towards the City of Order.
Hellfire is on his wanderings again.
Kalus and Savathun are unwittingly closing in on each other, each accompanied by a small army of followers and soldiers. They are both in the general area of the Plague Keep ruins.
Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
I like cheese.
They would happen upon a towering colossus in armor, some kind of war general with a gargantuan great spear. He is followed by an equally large dragon, most likely his companion. A storm rests above them, a ferocious tempest.
Slayer suddenly appears next to them, as he so often does.
*Good morning!*
Orchid is continuing to hollow out parts of the enormous cypress tree at the heart of their domain, making several chambers for various functions- including one central sanctum with a large pool of shimmering Amber Elixir. Verdant wildflowers of innumerable varieties all bloom in under the canopy of the giant tree, and are speckled throughout the Amber Marsh.
A figure is walking through the Frostbitten Wastes towards somewhere else, sometimes struggling to trudge through the deep snow.
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)
Phantom continues to practice with his icy powers in the Frostbitten Wastes, alright becoming rather adept at them in such a short time. Still, he wants to know the limits of them before he ventures out to explore more of the world.
Rendy is chatting with SIN.
Leonardo is wandering the Valley, looking tired but focused. The blooming black roses have become more prevalent but they don't seem to bother the man much anymore.
As he continues to train, he sees someone walking through the snow with some difficulty a distance away. There is no semblance of divine power about them, but there is a feeling that is unmistakably familiar about them. They seem to notice Phantom, stopping for a second before continuing on their way.
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)
Phantom looks over to them, the feeling making him hesitant for a moment, but he decides to float over to them. "Hello?"
They turn to face Phantom, seeming somewhat surprised. They have long, unkempt white hair that hangs to their shoulders, which is occasionally twitching and fluttering in the cold wind. Their eyes are a piercing yellow that, upon locking with Phantom's, sends a much less literal chill down his spine. They are clad in off-white vestments with faded bands of blue and silver that have several burn marks and sewn-up cuts, and they have horrid scars all over from a mixture of burns and cuts. There is a near-immediate gut feeling that Phantom feels that is practically screaming that they know this person, and after a few seconds... they realize why.
Sarahphym, the former Will of Winter, is a god no more- and their mortal form is standing right in front of him.
"Oh... it's you..." They give a sort of disheartened half-laugh. "I was wondering if you'd recognize me."
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)
"Uh...hi again hehehe" he chuckles onerously. "I guess you really were turned mortal.....man you look awful" Phantom says, before having the sudden urge to slap himself for saying that last part out loud.
There is dead silence for a second, before they give an exasperated sigh. "Look, I'm not exactly happy about this arrangement either. The only reason I agreed to any of this was because the alternative was... well, whatever eternal hell the God Butcher had planned for me." They continue to walk.
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)
"Yeah, that's fair. Can't think of anyone who would prefer that..." He says as he watches her for a bit. After a bit of internal musing, he floats back over to her. "Do you want any help. At least to get out of the wastes. I get your punishment is to "walk in the shoes to experience the struggles of mortality" but...starting you here seems a bit too harsh...poetic maybe, but not something I'd recommend anyone based on personal experience."
Sarah laughs, assuming that he's joking, but stops once they realize that he's serious. "Wait, you're not kidding?.. Why? I took everything from you. What's your motive here?"
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)
*This is Szerucharz's goal. To instill enough fear that others don't want to do evil.*
*He's like a cannibalistic batman in that way.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Yeah, but actually good at his job, unlike the actual batman. Maybe it's the cannibalism. I hope Szerchucharz didn't forget about Happy, he's been playing Guilty Gear alone for hours at this point.*
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.)
*Shoot!*
Szerucharz descends into the Nightmare and looks for Happy.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Szerucharz would find him next to a tv, sitting alone on a couch, next to him are some pizza rolls, although they seem to have some missing, the others were most likely for Szerucharz himself. On the Tv is Guilty Gear Strive, Happy must have been playing alone for a long time, because he's looking far too good to have just started playing. He turns to Szeru "Oh hey, you still busy?"
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.)
The brute looks guilty. "No... it took a while... and I forgot..." He hangs up his gear. He sits down, and Happy is reminded that this place can function as Heaven or Hell.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.