Savut squints to see Rendy, looking a bit perplexed. “Who… who is this?”
"Friend of mine. Simply looking for friends. A better person than me."
"It's nice to meet you! I'm Derendia, but you can call me Rendy" The little moth-like creatures says in a sweet and friendly child-like voice. He then looks around the swamp. "Oh, this place is so pretty! It's also wet. Oh! I know!"
The little moth begins to concentrate as his body begins to morph and mutate. His body takes on a marbled pattern of greens, browns, and black as his wings become more translucent like a dragonfly. His body takes on cicada features his abdomen expanding and fusing with the long tail, looking like that of a dragonfly. His moth-like proboscis uncurls and becomes straight and sharp like a mosquito. Now he fits right in with the swampy environment, and still looks adorable.
Savut looks at Rendy with interest. “How curious.”
Rendy then sits back down on Slayer's head. "Oh, I didn't get your name Ms. Snake Lady"
Savut squints to see Rendy, looking a bit perplexed. “Who… who is this?”
"Friend of mine. Simply looking for friends. A better person than me."
"It's nice to meet you! I'm Derendia, but you can call me Rendy" The little moth-like creatures says in a sweet and friendly child-like voice. He then looks around the swamp. "Oh, this place is so pretty! It's also wet. Oh! I know!"
The little moth begins to concentrate as his body begins to morph and mutate. His body takes on a marbled pattern of greens, browns, and black as his wings become more translucent like a dragonfly. His body takes on cicada features his abdomen expanding and fusing with the long tail, looking like that of a dragonfly. His moth-like proboscis uncurls and becomes straight and sharp like a mosquito. Now he fits right in with the swampy environment, and still looks adorable.
Savut looks at Rendy with interest. “How curious.”
Rendy then sits back down on Slayer's head. "Oh, I didn't get your name Ms. Snake Lady"
“I am Savut, the Lady of the Swamp. Queen of Glade and River.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Savut squints to see Rendy, looking a bit perplexed. “Who… who is this?”
"Friend of mine. Simply looking for friends. A better person than me."
"It's nice to meet you! I'm Derendia, but you can call me Rendy" The little moth-like creatures says in a sweet and friendly child-like voice. He then looks around the swamp. "Oh, this place is so pretty! It's also wet. Oh! I know!"
The little moth begins to concentrate as his body begins to morph and mutate. His body takes on a marbled pattern of greens, browns, and black as his wings become more translucent like a dragonfly. His body takes on cicada features his abdomen expanding and fusing with the long tail, looking like that of a dragonfly. His moth-like proboscis uncurls and becomes straight and sharp like a mosquito. Now he fits right in with the swampy environment, and still looks adorable.
Savut looks at Rendy with interest. “How curious.”
Rendy then sits back down on Slayer's head. "Oh, I didn't get your name Ms. Snake Lady"
“I am Savut, the Lady of the Swamp. Queen of Glade and River.”
"Savut is a really nice name!" The little bugger says with full sincerity.
Sighing, Savut withdraws her hands from the bark of the tree and sits.
The silver light in Balatro’s eye sockets has completely faded away as he stands back up. He tucks Faltros’s sword into his belt and begins looking for Happy’s revolver.
He crosses his legs with a smile "Now, did you drink that wine I gave you? It was a gift after all."
The revolver is nowhere to be seen. Everything of important has been gone, it's as if someone took the pieces for some reason.
“Yes, I did. It was certainly kind of you to give it to me.”
Balatro scoops up some of the ashes, and silver light pours into it. As the ashes fall to the ground, spires of marble rise up and form a small monument. A blue fire burns at the brazier in the center of the monument. The fire will burn forever, and strike any who come near it. 3,000 power points are spent to form it.
"Well that's what I do. I try to treat women with kindness, after all I try to be chivalrous."
*Well that's much nicer from Balatro than I expected, but a fitting end for Happy Chaos, the only existing monuments to him being a city he built on his own, and a pillar made of his own ash. An everburning pillar of his own ash is awesome btw.*
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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.
Savut squints to see Rendy, looking a bit perplexed. “Who… who is this?”
"Friend of mine. Simply looking for friends. A better person than me."
"It's nice to meet you! I'm Derendia, but you can call me Rendy" The little moth-like creatures says in a sweet and friendly child-like voice. He then looks around the swamp. "Oh, this place is so pretty! It's also wet. Oh! I know!"
The little moth begins to concentrate as his body begins to morph and mutate. His body takes on a marbled pattern of greens, browns, and black as his wings become more translucent like a dragonfly. His body takes on cicada features his abdomen expanding and fusing with the long tail, looking like that of a dragonfly. His moth-like proboscis uncurls and becomes straight and sharp like a mosquito. Now he fits right in with the swampy environment, and still looks adorable.
Savut looks at Rendy with interest. “How curious.”
Rendy then sits back down on Slayer's head. "Oh, I didn't get your name Ms. Snake Lady"
“I am Savut, the Lady of the Swamp. Queen of Glade and River.”
"Savut is a really nice name!" The little bugger says with full sincerity.
“Thank you. Derendia is a nice name too.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Al takes the trike and remains standing, before spinning around and delivering 3 more ax swings.
Ax 1: 24 Damage: 12
Ax 2: 25 Damage: 12
Ax 3: 30 Damage: 12
The first hit causes the cleric beast to fall to the ground dead, the other two digging deep into its flesh, snapping bones, making it easier to harvest. Within their mind they can feel the blood of the cleric beast go, as well as the kind voice of the Moon Presence "Well done my child. I am proud."
Al is panting a bit, those last two attacks, while unnecessary, were rather satisfying to do. He allows the voice of the Moon Presences to calm him as he takes in his first victory, After reveling in his first kill of one of these scourged creatures, he starts harvesting it, looking to see what use this creature can serve even in death.
He can feel an unprecedented yet beastly power within the blood of the creature, a primal thrum coming into his mind, being defended by the Moon Presence's touch. The bones, blood, and even fur obviously can be used for something, but what exactly will take farther examination. All he knows now is that he must ask The Moon Presence for more knowledge.
He collects what he can, and goes searching for a place to rest from the battle. It's been a bit since he has had to fight, he may need to do some training to strengthen himself.
For some reason he sees something in the corner of his eye, somewhere he knows wasn't there before. He suddenly falls under a tree, falling into a slumber, and waking up in the Hunter's Dream, the Moon Presence there with them, sitting at the tree next to the chapel.
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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.
Sighing, Savut withdraws her hands from the bark of the tree and sits.
The silver light in Balatro’s eye sockets has completely faded away as he stands back up. He tucks Faltros’s sword into his belt and begins looking for Happy’s revolver.
He crosses his legs with a smile "Now, did you drink that wine I gave you? It was a gift after all."
The revolver is nowhere to be seen. Everything of important has been gone, it's as if someone took the pieces for some reason.
“Yes, I did. It was certainly kind of you to give it to me.”
Balatro scoops up some of the ashes, and silver light pours into it. As the ashes fall to the ground, spires of marble rise up and form a small monument. A blue fire burns at the brazier in the center of the monument. The fire will burn forever, and strike any who come near it. 3,000 power points are spent to form it.
"Well that's what I do. I try to treat women with kindness, after all I try to be chivalrous."
*Well that's much nicer from Balatro than I expected, but a fitting end for Happy Chaos, the only existing monuments to him being a city he built on his own, and a pillar made of his own ash. An everburning pillar of his own ash is awesome btw.*
Internally, Savut is considering whether or not she should lead Slayer on long enough to cement a solid alliance. “In my past dealings with vampires, they haven’t been very courteous.”
*I’m pretty sure Balatro is gonna end up having to change domains. He’s slowly becoming more and more like the Joker.*
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Al takes the trike and remains standing, before spinning around and delivering 3 more ax swings.
Ax 1: 24 Damage: 12
Ax 2: 25 Damage: 12
Ax 3: 30 Damage: 12
The first hit causes the cleric beast to fall to the ground dead, the other two digging deep into its flesh, snapping bones, making it easier to harvest. Within their mind they can feel the blood of the cleric beast go, as well as the kind voice of the Moon Presence "Well done my child. I am proud."
Al is panting a bit, those last two attacks, while unnecessary, were rather satisfying to do. He allows the voice of the Moon Presences to calm him as he takes in his first victory, After reveling in his first kill of one of these scourged creatures, he starts harvesting it, looking to see what use this creature can serve even in death.
He can feel an unprecedented yet beastly power within the blood of the creature, a primal thrum coming into his mind, being defended by the Moon Presence's touch. The bones, blood, and even fur obviously can be used for something, but what exactly will take farther examination. All he knows now is that he must ask The Moon Presence for more knowledge.
He collects what he can, and goes searching for a place to rest from the battle. It's been a bit since he has had to fight, he may need to do some training to strengthen himself.
For some reason he sees something in the corner of his eye, somewhere he knows wasn't there before. He suddenly falls under a tree, falling into a slumber, and waking up in the Hunter's Dream, the Moon Presence there with them, sitting at the tree next to the chapel.
Al looks around, confused by the new surrounding. He calms a bit when he see's his patron and he goes to stand up.
Al looks around, confused by the new surrounding. He calms a bit when he see's his patron and he goes to stand up.
They feel the comfort of formality around them, like several parts of them have been here before. When they get close to the patron, they feel the blood shiver in their pocket, obviously trying to get away from the Moon Presence, at least the beast part.
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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.
Al looks around, confused by the new surrounding. He calms a bit when he see's his patron and he goes to stand up.
They feel the comfort of formality around them, like several parts of them have been here before. When they get close to the patron, they feel the blood shiver in their pocket, obviously trying to get away from the Moon Presence, at least the beast part.
He takes out the blood vials to look at them, curious as to the reaction they are having to the Moon Presence.
Savut squints to see Rendy, looking a bit perplexed. “Who… who is this?”
"Friend of mine. Simply looking for friends. A better person than me."
"It's nice to meet you! I'm Derendia, but you can call me Rendy" The little moth-like creatures says in a sweet and friendly child-like voice. He then looks around the swamp. "Oh, this place is so pretty! It's also wet. Oh! I know!"
The little moth begins to concentrate as his body begins to morph and mutate. His body takes on a marbled pattern of greens, browns, and black as his wings become more translucent like a dragonfly. His body takes on cicada features his abdomen expanding and fusing with the long tail, looking like that of a dragonfly. His moth-like proboscis uncurls and becomes straight and sharp like a mosquito. Now he fits right in with the swampy environment, and still looks adorable.
Savut looks at Rendy with interest. “How curious.”
Rendy then sits back down on Slayer's head. "Oh, I didn't get your name Ms. Snake Lady"
“I am Savut, the Lady of the Swamp. Queen of Glade and River.”
"Savut is a really nice name!" The little bugger says with full sincerity.
Al looks around, confused by the new surrounding. He calms a bit when he see's his patron and he goes to stand up.
They feel the comfort of formality around them, like several parts of them have been here before. When they get close to the patron, they feel the blood shiver in their pocket, obviously trying to get away from the Moon Presence, at least the beast part.
He takes out the blood vials to look at them, curious as to the reaction they are having to the Moon Presence.
The blood is on one side of the vial, actively trying to keep away from the Moon Presence, but when it touches the vial, it suddenly stops. The beastly feeling suddenly gone from it, the Moon Presence's power taking its place.
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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.
Savut squints to see Rendy, looking a bit perplexed. “Who… who is this?”
"Friend of mine. Simply looking for friends. A better person than me."
"It's nice to meet you! I'm Derendia, but you can call me Rendy" The little moth-like creatures says in a sweet and friendly child-like voice. He then looks around the swamp. "Oh, this place is so pretty! It's also wet. Oh! I know!"
The little moth begins to concentrate as his body begins to morph and mutate. His body takes on a marbled pattern of greens, browns, and black as his wings become more translucent like a dragonfly. His body takes on cicada features his abdomen expanding and fusing with the long tail, looking like that of a dragonfly. His moth-like proboscis uncurls and becomes straight and sharp like a mosquito. Now he fits right in with the swampy environment, and still looks adorable.
Savut looks at Rendy with interest. “How curious.”
Rendy then sits back down on Slayer's head. "Oh, I didn't get your name Ms. Snake Lady"
“I am Savut, the Lady of the Swamp. Queen of Glade and River.”
"Savut is a really nice name!" The little bugger says with full sincerity.
“Thank you. Derendia is a nice name too.”
"Are you Friends with Slayer too?"
“I’d more say… acquaintances.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Sighing, Savut withdraws her hands from the bark of the tree and sits.
The silver light in Balatro’s eye sockets has completely faded away as he stands back up. He tucks Faltros’s sword into his belt and begins looking for Happy’s revolver.
He crosses his legs with a smile "Now, did you drink that wine I gave you? It was a gift after all."
The revolver is nowhere to be seen. Everything of important has been gone, it's as if someone took the pieces for some reason.
“Yes, I did. It was certainly kind of you to give it to me.”
Balatro scoops up some of the ashes, and silver light pours into it. As the ashes fall to the ground, spires of marble rise up and form a small monument. A blue fire burns at the brazier in the center of the monument. The fire will burn forever, and strike any who come near it. 3,000 power points are spent to form it.
"Well that's what I do. I try to treat women with kindness, after all I try to be chivalrous."
*Well that's much nicer from Balatro than I expected, but a fitting end for Happy Chaos, the only existing monuments to him being a city he built on his own, and a pillar made of his own ash. An everburning pillar of his own ash is awesome btw.*
Internally, Savut is considering whether or not she should lead Slayer on long enough to cement a solid alliance. “In my past dealings with vampires, they haven’t been very courteous.”
*I’m pretty sure Balatro is gonna end up having to change domains. He’s slowly becoming more and more like the Joker.*
"Well I am not like most vampires. Nor am I like most people, did you know that people have tells when their thinking something. I assume what your thinking about me isn't entirely good is it?" He sits his wine like he hadn't said anything at all/
*That would be pretty awesome indeed.*
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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.
Al looks around, confused by the new surrounding. He calms a bit when he see's his patron and he goes to stand up.
They feel the comfort of formality around them, like several parts of them have been here before. When they get close to the patron, they feel the blood shiver in their pocket, obviously trying to get away from the Moon Presence, at least the beast part.
He takes out the blood vials to look at them, curious as to the reaction they are having to the Moon Presence.
The blood is on one side of the vial, actively trying to keep away from the Moon Presence, but when it touches the vial, it suddenly stops. The beastly feeling suddenly gone from it, the Moon Presence's power taking its place.
He takes notice, curious as to what just happened. He would look up at the Moon Presence. "What is this place?"
Sighing, Savut withdraws her hands from the bark of the tree and sits.
The silver light in Balatro’s eye sockets has completely faded away as he stands back up. He tucks Faltros’s sword into his belt and begins looking for Happy’s revolver.
He crosses his legs with a smile "Now, did you drink that wine I gave you? It was a gift after all."
The revolver is nowhere to be seen. Everything of important has been gone, it's as if someone took the pieces for some reason.
“Yes, I did. It was certainly kind of you to give it to me.”
Balatro scoops up some of the ashes, and silver light pours into it. As the ashes fall to the ground, spires of marble rise up and form a small monument. A blue fire burns at the brazier in the center of the monument. The fire will burn forever, and strike any who come near it. 3,000 power points are spent to form it.
"Well that's what I do. I try to treat women with kindness, after all I try to be chivalrous."
*Well that's much nicer from Balatro than I expected, but a fitting end for Happy Chaos, the only existing monuments to him being a city he built on his own, and a pillar made of his own ash. An everburning pillar of his own ash is awesome btw.*
Internally, Savut is considering whether or not she should lead Slayer on long enough to cement a solid alliance. “In my past dealings with vampires, they haven’t been very courteous.”
*I’m pretty sure Balatro is gonna end up having to change domains. He’s slowly becoming more and more like the Joker.*
"Well I am not like most vampires. Nor am I like most people, did you know that people have tells when their thinking something. I assume what your thinking about me isn't entirely good is it?" He sits his wine like he hadn't said anything at all/
*That would be pretty awesome indeed.*
Savut doesn’t respond, watching him closely. “What makes you say that?”
*currently, he’s revelry, trickery, fire, and undeath, but I might give him war*
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Al looks around, confused by the new surrounding. He calms a bit when he see's his patron and he goes to stand up.
They feel the comfort of formality around them, like several parts of them have been here before. When they get close to the patron, they feel the blood shiver in their pocket, obviously trying to get away from the Moon Presence, at least the beast part.
He takes out the blood vials to look at them, curious as to the reaction they are having to the Moon Presence.
The blood is on one side of the vial, actively trying to keep away from the Moon Presence, but when it touches the vial, it suddenly stops. The beastly feeling suddenly gone from it, the Moon Presence's power taking its place.
He takes notice, curious as to what just happened. He would look up at the Moon Presence. "What is this place?"
The Moon Presence tilts its head "This the Hunter's Dream, where you can rest and become stronger by consuming purified blood. If you ever are to die to someone effected by the Scourge you will return here."
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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.
Rendy then sits back down on Slayer's head. "Oh, I didn't get your name Ms. Snake Lady"
“I am Savut, the Lady of the Swamp. Queen of Glade and River.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Savut is a really nice name!" The little bugger says with full sincerity.
"Well that's what I do. I try to treat women with kindness, after all I try to be chivalrous."
*Well that's much nicer from Balatro than I expected, but a fitting end for Happy Chaos, the only existing monuments to him being a city he built on his own, and a pillar made of his own ash. An everburning pillar of his own ash is awesome btw.*
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
“Thank you. Derendia is a nice name too.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
For some reason he sees something in the corner of his eye, somewhere he knows wasn't there before. He suddenly falls under a tree, falling into a slumber, and waking up in the Hunter's Dream, the Moon Presence there with them, sitting at the tree next to the chapel.
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
Internally, Savut is considering whether or not she should lead Slayer on long enough to cement a solid alliance. “In my past dealings with vampires, they haven’t been very courteous.”
*I’m pretty sure Balatro is gonna end up having to change domains. He’s slowly becoming more and more like the Joker.*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Al looks around, confused by the new surrounding. He calms a bit when he see's his patron and he goes to stand up.
They feel the comfort of formality around them, like several parts of them have been here before. When they get close to the patron, they feel the blood shiver in their pocket, obviously trying to get away from the Moon Presence, at least the beast part.
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 takes out the blood vials to look at them, curious as to the reaction they are having to the Moon Presence.
"Are you Friends with Slayer too?"
The blood is on one side of the vial, actively trying to keep away from the Moon Presence, but when it touches the vial, it suddenly stops. The beastly feeling suddenly gone from it, the Moon Presence's power taking its place.
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
“I’d more say… acquaintances.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Well I am not like most vampires. Nor am I like most people, did you know that people have tells when their thinking something. I assume what your thinking about me isn't entirely good is it?" He sits his wine like he hadn't said anything at all/
*That would be pretty awesome indeed.*
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
"Oh, that's ok. Making friends takes time some times."
He takes notice, curious as to what just happened. He would look up at the Moon Presence. "What is this place?"
Savut doesn’t respond, watching him closely. “What makes you say that?”
*currently, he’s revelry, trickery, fire, and undeath, but I might give him war*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The Moon Presence tilts its head "This the Hunter's Dream, where you can rest and become stronger by consuming purified blood. If you ever are to die to someone effected by the Scourge you will return here."
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
"I've lived for quite a long time, after a while you recognize the look in people's eyes." He gives her a matching glass of wine and offers a cheers.
*Well if you are going to replace one to make him more Joker like, I'd say undeath.*
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
She slightly raises it and takes a sip. “I see…”
*alright, gonna design him some different minions then. maybe magmins*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.