A pair of wardens stand inside a cell. They are standing right up against the glass, looking down at those who pass by. They seem to talk to each other in deep speech.
The Duros stares at them. "What the heck.." He mutters.
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If you're reading this, then you've probably managed to catch me in the ten or so minutes every few weeks that I check in on my favourite rainbow bowl of randoms. Or you're looking at my older messages. If so, then stop, time travel is illegal here
*When is this tavern? In the first post it says during the end of the clone wars, after order 66, but I thought that the clone wars were essentially finished within days of Order 66?*
*ah, let me clarify then. order 66 has happened, the empire is rising*
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A pair of wardens stand inside a cell. They are standing right up against the glass, looking down at those who pass by. They seem to talk to each other in deep speech.
A trooper taps the glass. "No talking!"
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I also notice paco has yet again changed his profile picture.*
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If you're reading this, then you've probably managed to catch me in the ten or so minutes every few weeks that I check in on my favourite rainbow bowl of randoms. Or you're looking at my older messages. If so, then stop, time travel is illegal here
The Duros stares at them. "What the heck.." He mutters.
The male one looks over and waves at the same time the female one does.
The Duros hesitantly waves back.
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If you're reading this, then you've probably managed to catch me in the ten or so minutes every few weeks that I check in on my favourite rainbow bowl of randoms. Or you're looking at my older messages. If so, then stop, time travel is illegal here
A pair of wardens stand inside a cell. They are standing right up against the glass, looking down at those who pass by. They seem to talk to each other in deep speech.
A trooper taps the glass. "No talking!"
The wardens look down at him and chuckles, tilting their heads.
Ram ke watches the event with interest. He wonders silently whether this will happen to him too.
One of the troopers looks at him with his blaster raised.
"Uh, nothing here sir..." He says, eyeing the blaster carefully.
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If you're reading this, then you've probably managed to catch me in the ten or so minutes every few weeks that I check in on my favourite rainbow bowl of randoms. Or you're looking at my older messages. If so, then stop, time travel is illegal here
A pair of wardens stand inside a cell. They are standing right up against the glass, looking down at those who pass by. They seem to talk to each other in deep speech.
A trooper taps the glass. "No talking!"
The wardens look down at him and chuckles, tilting their heads.
The trooper curses a bit and turns with his back to them.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The Duros stares at them. "What the heck.." He mutters.
The male one looks over and waves at the same time the female one does.
The Duros hesitantly waves back.
"How are you feeling?" The female one askes gently, like she is talking to an animal.
"Uhh... good?.." He replies, still confused.
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If you're reading this, then you've probably managed to catch me in the ten or so minutes every few weeks that I check in on my favourite rainbow bowl of randoms. Or you're looking at my older messages. If so, then stop, time travel is illegal here
A pair of wardens stand inside a cell. They are standing right up against the glass, looking down at those who pass by. They seem to talk to each other in deep speech.
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The Duros stares at them. "What the heck.." He mutters.
If you're reading this, then you've probably managed to catch me in the ten or so minutes every few weeks that I check in on my favourite rainbow bowl of randoms. Or you're looking at my older messages. If so, then stop, time travel is illegal here
I like talking even though I suck at it
BISEXUAL
Sulfur is the best game ever made, fight me
*ah, let me clarify then. order 66 has happened, the empire is rising*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The trooper cuffs the prisoner and leads him out of the cell
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A trooper taps the glass. "No talking!"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The male one looks over and waves at the same time the female one does.
πΎππ₯ π₯ππ π₯π π‘ π€ππππ, ππ π¦πππ π£π πππ€, π‘π π¦π£ π₯ππ π€ππ π₯ππ
π'π§π πππ€π€ππ π₯ππ π₯π¦ππ π π π₯π¦πππππ£π€ ππππππππ
π»πππ ππ ππ, ππππ π₯ππ π€ππ π¦π‘ π ππ π₯ππ
π»ππ§πππ ππ π’π¦ππππ€πππ'π€ πππ€π₯ππ£ π₯πππ π€ππππππ
*I also notice paco has yet again changed his profile picture.*
If you're reading this, then you've probably managed to catch me in the ten or so minutes every few weeks that I check in on my favourite rainbow bowl of randoms. Or you're looking at my older messages. If so, then stop, time travel is illegal here
I like talking even though I suck at it
BISEXUAL
Sulfur is the best game ever made, fight me
The prisoner goes with the troopers, not wanting to make a scene
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
One of the troopers looks at him with his blaster raised.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The Duros hesitantly waves back.
If you're reading this, then you've probably managed to catch me in the ten or so minutes every few weeks that I check in on my favourite rainbow bowl of randoms. Or you're looking at my older messages. If so, then stop, time travel is illegal here
I like talking even though I suck at it
BISEXUAL
Sulfur is the best game ever made, fight me
The prisoner is led down multiple hallways before entering a room. The trooper handcuffs them and makes them sit down in a chair.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The wardens look down at him and chuckles, tilting their heads.
πΎππ₯ π₯ππ π₯π π‘ π€ππππ, ππ π¦πππ π£π πππ€, π‘π π¦π£ π₯ππ π€ππ π₯ππ
π'π§π πππ€π€ππ π₯ππ π₯π¦ππ π π π₯π¦πππππ£π€ ππππππππ
π»πππ ππ ππ, ππππ π₯ππ π€ππ π¦π‘ π ππ π₯ππ
π»ππ§πππ ππ π’π¦ππππ€πππ'π€ πππ€π₯ππ£ π₯πππ π€ππππππ
"Uh, nothing here sir..." He says, eyeing the blaster carefully.
If you're reading this, then you've probably managed to catch me in the ten or so minutes every few weeks that I check in on my favourite rainbow bowl of randoms. Or you're looking at my older messages. If so, then stop, time travel is illegal here
I like talking even though I suck at it
BISEXUAL
Sulfur is the best game ever made, fight me
The trooper curses a bit and turns with his back to them.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He stares around, nervously. His prison jumpsuit indicates that he is prisoner C111
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"How are you feeling?" The female one askes gently, like she is talking to an animal.
πΎππ₯ π₯ππ π₯π π‘ π€ππππ, ππ π¦πππ π£π πππ€, π‘π π¦π£ π₯ππ π€ππ π₯ππ
π'π§π πππ€π€ππ π₯ππ π₯π¦ππ π π π₯π¦πππππ£π€ ππππππππ
π»πππ ππ ππ, ππππ π₯ππ π€ππ π¦π‘ π ππ π₯ππ
π»ππ§πππ ππ π’π¦ππππ€πππ'π€ πππ€π₯ππ£ π₯πππ π€ππππππ
The trooper slowly backs out of the cell and closes the door. "Be a good prisoner and you wont be interrogated as quickly."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Prisoner C111. Please state your name and occupation before we took you into custody." The admiral says.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Uhh... good?.." He replies, still confused.
If you're reading this, then you've probably managed to catch me in the ten or so minutes every few weeks that I check in on my favourite rainbow bowl of randoms. Or you're looking at my older messages. If so, then stop, time travel is illegal here
I like talking even though I suck at it
BISEXUAL
Sulfur is the best game ever made, fight me
'They called me Dianoga. No official occupation'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.