they are all so, so so horrible. The Nowhere crowd is laughing and cheering him on, though. Adwin knows his jokes are bad and is cringing every time he says one.
“My mom. She’s…” Suddenly he turns around, seeming to snap back into reality. “Wait, who are you?”
He bows “the names Carmichael ven, Air genasi archer and more”
“Uh huh. Michael. What do you mean by ‘and more’, exactly?”
“Well I dable in swordplay also theirs this thing I used to have I think it was called a guun”
“A gun.” He stares for a bit. “Well, ya might have gotten a point for originality. Unfortunately, those don’t exist. I’m the ref for the games. Any rule violations are my domain.”
*sry I didn’t know*
*what do you mean?*
*that guns weren’t a thing*
*no, he meant that originality points aren’t a thing. i see how that was confusing. that’s on me. mike is from the united states in the present. guns are at least something he knows exists, i would assume*
*ah so that was just me being dumb. Yeah I do that a lot.*
*nah it’s fine, i wrote that poorly.*
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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.
A young man walks into the tavern, drenched with sweat. He looks to be about 17 or 18. He’s fairly tall and extremely lean and tan. His hair is black and messy with blonde roots. He is wearing a soccer jersey and shorts with tights underneath. His calves and upper legs are very built for a teenager, the muscles show through the tights. He’s wearing cleats, too. He waves and goes to get an ice water.
A middle-aged man who looks unwell in every sense of the word sees him. “Hey kid, be careful not to pass out. Hydration is important.”
He downs the full glass in about three seconds. “Yep, I know.” His voice is cheery and relaxed.
“Oh cool. What’s your name?”
“Rain Mavericks. Nice to meetchya.”
“Rain Mavericks? Are you a fighter pilot or something? Sorry about that. Mike Olson. Referee of the Nieran Games.”
“Oh sweet! These are games of skill, right? That’s my specialty.”
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
A young man walks into the tavern, drenched with sweat. He looks to be about 17 or 18. He’s fairly tall and extremely lean and tan. His hair is black and messy with blonde roots. He is wearing a soccer jersey and shorts with tights underneath. His calves and upper legs are very built for a teenager, the muscles show through the tights. He’s wearing cleats, too. He waves and goes to get an ice water.
A middle-aged man who looks unwell in every sense of the word sees him. “Hey kid, be careful not to pass out. Hydration is important.”
He downs the full glass in about three seconds. “Yep, I know.” His voice is cheery and relaxed.
“Oh cool. What’s your name?”
“Rain Mavericks. Nice to meetchya.”
“Rain Mavericks? Are you a fighter pilot or something? Sorry about that. Mike Olson. Referee of the Nieran Games.”
“Oh sweet! These are games of skill, right? That’s my specialty.”
“Yep. Which skills, though? You’ll find out tomorrow.”
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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.
A young man walks into the tavern, drenched with sweat. He looks to be about 17 or 18. He’s fairly tall and extremely lean and tan. His hair is black and messy with blonde roots. He is wearing a soccer jersey and shorts with tights underneath. His calves and upper legs are very built for a teenager, the muscles show through the tights. He’s wearing cleats, too. He waves and goes to get an ice water.
A middle-aged man who looks unwell in every sense of the word sees him. “Hey kid, be careful not to pass out. Hydration is important.”
He downs the full glass in about three seconds. “Yep, I know.” His voice is cheery and relaxed.
“Oh cool. What’s your name?”
“Rain Mavericks. Nice to meetchya.”
“Rain Mavericks? Are you a fighter pilot or something? Sorry about that. Mike Olson. Referee of the Nieran Games.”
“Oh sweet! These are games of skill, right? That’s my specialty.”
“Yep. Which skills, though? You’ll find out tomorrow.”
He contemplated this. “Anything dextrous I can handle. I’ve got a pretty good system for combat. I think intelligence is where they could get me…”
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
A young man walks into the tavern, drenched with sweat. He looks to be about 17 or 18. He’s fairly tall and extremely lean and tan. His hair is black and messy with blonde roots. He is wearing a soccer jersey and shorts with tights underneath. His calves and upper legs are very built for a teenager, the muscles show through the tights. He’s wearing cleats, too. He waves and goes to get an ice water.
A middle-aged man who looks unwell in every sense of the word sees him. “Hey kid, be careful not to pass out. Hydration is important.”
He downs the full glass in about three seconds. “Yep, I know.” His voice is cheery and relaxed.
“Oh cool. What’s your name?”
“Rain Mavericks. Nice to meetchya.”
“Rain Mavericks? Are you a fighter pilot or something? Sorry about that. Mike Olson. Referee of the Nieran Games.”
“Oh sweet! These are games of skill, right? That’s my specialty.”
“Yep. Which skills, though? You’ll find out tomorrow.”
He contemplated this. “Anything dextrous I can handle. I’ve got a pretty good system for combat. I think intelligence is where they could get me…”
“Yeah, but a chess match is always more fun than… I don’t know, Yu-Gi-Oh or Beyblades or some game like that. Not that it’s not funny seeing people try to open their Bakugans, but…”
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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.
A young man walks into the tavern, drenched with sweat. He looks to be about 17 or 18. He’s fairly tall and extremely lean and tan. His hair is black and messy with blonde roots. He is wearing a soccer jersey and shorts with tights underneath. His calves and upper legs are very built for a teenager, the muscles show through the tights. He’s wearing cleats, too. He waves and goes to get an ice water.
A middle-aged man who looks unwell in every sense of the word sees him. “Hey kid, be careful not to pass out. Hydration is important.”
He downs the full glass in about three seconds. “Yep, I know.” His voice is cheery and relaxed.
“Oh cool. What’s your name?”
“Rain Mavericks. Nice to meetchya.”
“Rain Mavericks? Are you a fighter pilot or something? Sorry about that. Mike Olson. Referee of the Nieran Games.”
“Oh sweet! These are games of skill, right? That’s my specialty.”
“Yep. Which skills, though? You’ll find out tomorrow.”
He contemplated this. “Anything dextrous I can handle. I’ve got a pretty good system for combat. I think intelligence is where they could get me…”
“Yeah, but a chess match is always more fun than… I don’t know, Yu-Gi-Oh or Beyblades or some game like that. Not that it’s not funny seeing people try to open their Bakugans, but…”
“Are we playing Yu-Gi-Oh for the game?” Rain smiles. “I can do that.”
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
they are all so, so so horrible. The Nowhere crowd is laughing and cheering him on, though. Adwin knows his jokes are bad and is cringing every time he says one.
The suit finishes his combat routine and is now cheering on the Jester.
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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.
A young man walks into the tavern, drenched with sweat. He looks to be about 17 or 18. He’s fairly tall and extremely lean and tan. His hair is black and messy with blonde roots. He is wearing a soccer jersey and shorts with tights underneath. His calves and upper legs are very built for a teenager, the muscles show through the tights. He’s wearing cleats, too. He waves and goes to get an ice water.
A middle-aged man who looks unwell in every sense of the word sees him. “Hey kid, be careful not to pass out. Hydration is important.”
He downs the full glass in about three seconds. “Yep, I know.” His voice is cheery and relaxed.
“Oh cool. What’s your name?”
“Rain Mavericks. Nice to meetchya.”
“Rain Mavericks? Are you a fighter pilot or something? Sorry about that. Mike Olson. Referee of the Nieran Games.”
“Oh sweet! These are games of skill, right? That’s my specialty.”
“Yep. Which skills, though? You’ll find out tomorrow.”
He contemplated this. “Anything dextrous I can handle. I’ve got a pretty good system for combat. I think intelligence is where they could get me…”
“Yeah, but a chess match is always more fun than… I don’t know, Yu-Gi-Oh or Beyblades or some game like that. Not that it’s not funny seeing people try to open their Bakugans, but…”
“Are we playing Yu-Gi-Oh for the game?” Rain smiles. “I can do that.”
“What is a yugioh or be-blade or a bukugan”
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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!”
A young man walks into the tavern, drenched with sweat. He looks to be about 17 or 18. He’s fairly tall and extremely lean and tan. His hair is black and messy with blonde roots. He is wearing a soccer jersey and shorts with tights underneath. His calves and upper legs are very built for a teenager, the muscles show through the tights. He’s wearing cleats, too. He waves and goes to get an ice water.
A middle-aged man who looks unwell in every sense of the word sees him. “Hey kid, be careful not to pass out. Hydration is important.”
He downs the full glass in about three seconds. “Yep, I know.” His voice is cheery and relaxed.
“Oh cool. What’s your name?”
“Rain Mavericks. Nice to meetchya.”
“Rain Mavericks? Are you a fighter pilot or something? Sorry about that. Mike Olson. Referee of the Nieran Games.”
“Oh sweet! These are games of skill, right? That’s my specialty.”
“Yep. Which skills, though? You’ll find out tomorrow.”
He contemplated this. “Anything dextrous I can handle. I’ve got a pretty good system for combat. I think intelligence is where they could get me…”
“Yeah, but a chess match is always more fun than… I don’t know, Yu-Gi-Oh or Beyblades or some game like that. Not that it’s not funny seeing people try to open their Bakugans, but…”
“Are we playing Yu-Gi-Oh for the game?” Rain smiles. “I can do that.”
“No, but it’s happened. I think… I don’t really remember. Probably gonna be something less like that. Slaying a monster or [gp] like that.” Mike attempts to pick up his drink with his right hand, but drops it, wincing. Luckily, the cup doesn’t break.
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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.
”Hm. I’ve never done that before. How much damage do you think a 75 pound soccer ball can do to a monster?”
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
A young man walks into the tavern, drenched with sweat. He looks to be about 17 or 18. He’s fairly tall and extremely lean and tan. His hair is black and messy with blonde roots. He is wearing a soccer jersey and shorts with tights underneath. His calves and upper legs are very built for a teenager, the muscles show through the tights. He’s wearing cleats, too. He waves and goes to get an ice water.
A middle-aged man who looks unwell in every sense of the word sees him. “Hey kid, be careful not to pass out. Hydration is important.”
He downs the full glass in about three seconds. “Yep, I know.” His voice is cheery and relaxed.
“Oh cool. What’s your name?”
“Rain Mavericks. Nice to meetchya.”
“Rain Mavericks? Are you a fighter pilot or something? Sorry about that. Mike Olson. Referee of the Nieran Games.”
“Oh sweet! These are games of skill, right? That’s my specialty.”
“Yep. Which skills, though? You’ll find out tomorrow.”
He contemplated this. “Anything dextrous I can handle. I’ve got a pretty good system for combat. I think intelligence is where they could get me…”
“Yeah, but a chess match is always more fun than… I don’t know, Yu-Gi-Oh or Beyblades or some game like that. Not that it’s not funny seeing people try to open their Bakugans, but…”
“Are we playing Yu-Gi-Oh for the game?” Rain smiles. “I can do that.”
“What is a yugioh or be-blade or a bukugan”
“Awesome is what it is.”
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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.
”Hm. I’ve never done that before. How much damage do you think a 75 pound soccer ball can do to a monster?”
“…a lot. Where would you even find one of those? Maybe like on the roof of a sporting goods store, but… how would you transport it??”
“I use it for training. I ordered a heavier one, but for now it should probably work.”
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
A young man walks into the tavern, drenched with sweat. He looks to be about 17 or 18. He’s fairly tall and extremely lean and tan. His hair is black and messy with blonde roots. He is wearing a soccer jersey and shorts with tights underneath. His calves and upper legs are very built for a teenager, the muscles show through the tights. He’s wearing cleats, too. He waves and goes to get an ice water.
A middle-aged man who looks unwell in every sense of the word sees him. “Hey kid, be careful not to pass out. Hydration is important.”
He downs the full glass in about three seconds. “Yep, I know.” His voice is cheery and relaxed.
“Oh cool. What’s your name?”
“Rain Mavericks. Nice to meetchya.”
“Rain Mavericks? Are you a fighter pilot or something? Sorry about that. Mike Olson. Referee of the Nieran Games.”
“Oh sweet! These are games of skill, right? That’s my specialty.”
“Yep. Which skills, though? You’ll find out tomorrow.”
He contemplated this. “Anything dextrous I can handle. I’ve got a pretty good system for combat. I think intelligence is where they could get me…”
“Yeah, but a chess match is always more fun than… I don’t know, Yu-Gi-Oh or Beyblades or some game like that. Not that it’s not funny seeing people try to open their Bakugans, but…”
“Are we playing Yu-Gi-Oh for the game?” Rain smiles. “I can do that.”
“What is a yugioh or be-blade or a bukugan”
“Awesome is what it is.”
“Tha-that doesn’t answer my question”
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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!”
A young man walks into the tavern, drenched with sweat. He looks to be about 17 or 18. He’s fairly tall and extremely lean and tan. His hair is black and messy with blonde roots. He is wearing a soccer jersey and shorts with tights underneath. His calves and upper legs are very built for a teenager, the muscles show through the tights. He’s wearing cleats, too. He waves and goes to get an ice water.
A middle-aged man who looks unwell in every sense of the word sees him. “Hey kid, be careful not to pass out. Hydration is important.”
He downs the full glass in about three seconds. “Yep, I know.” His voice is cheery and relaxed.
“Oh cool. What’s your name?”
“Rain Mavericks. Nice to meetchya.”
“Rain Mavericks? Are you a fighter pilot or something? Sorry about that. Mike Olson. Referee of the Nieran Games.”
“Oh sweet! These are games of skill, right? That’s my specialty.”
“Yep. Which skills, though? You’ll find out tomorrow.”
He contemplated this. “Anything dextrous I can handle. I’ve got a pretty good system for combat. I think intelligence is where they could get me…”
“Yeah, but a chess match is always more fun than… I don’t know, Yu-Gi-Oh or Beyblades or some game like that. Not that it’s not funny seeing people try to open their Bakugans, but…”
“Are we playing Yu-Gi-Oh for the game?” Rain smiles. “I can do that.”
“What is a yugioh or be-blade or a bukugan”
“Awesome is what it is.”
“Tha-that doesn’t answer my question”
“Yugioh is a competitive card game/manga series. Beyblade is a very dramatic game of combat dreidel. Bakugan is a bunch of rolled up little plastic buggers that are impossible to aim.”
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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.
”Hm. I’ve never done that before. How much damage do you think a 75 pound soccer ball can do to a monster?”
“…a lot. Where would you even find one of those? Maybe like on the roof of a sporting goods store, but… how would you transport it??”
“I use it for training. I ordered a heavier one, but for now it should probably work.”
“…where did you order it from????”
“The Japan soccer industry makes them. Their U-20 team practices with 50 pound balls.”
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
Adwin is telling jokes to a crowd of people.
they are all so, so so horrible. The Nowhere crowd is laughing and cheering him on, though. Adwin knows his jokes are bad and is cringing every time he says one.
*nah it’s fine, i wrote that poorly.*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Oh sweet! These are games of skill, right? That’s my specialty.”
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
“Yep. Which skills, though? You’ll find out tomorrow.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He contemplated this. “Anything dextrous I can handle. I’ve got a pretty good system for combat. I think intelligence is where they could get me…”
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
“Yeah, but a chess match is always more fun than… I don’t know, Yu-Gi-Oh or Beyblades or some game like that. Not that it’s not funny seeing people try to open their Bakugans, but…”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Are we playing Yu-Gi-Oh for the game?” Rain smiles. “I can do that.”
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
The suit finishes his combat routine and is now cheering on the Jester.
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
“What is a yugioh or be-blade or a bukugan”
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!”
“No, but it’s happened. I think… I don’t really remember. Probably gonna be something less like that. Slaying a monster or [gp] like that.” Mike attempts to pick up his drink with his right hand, but drops it, wincing. Luckily, the cup doesn’t break.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Cut*
”Hm. I’ve never done that before. How much damage do you think a 75 pound soccer ball can do to a monster?”
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
“…a lot. Where would you even find one of those? Maybe like on the roof of a sporting goods store, but… how would you transport it??”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Awesome is what it is.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“I use it for training. I ordered a heavier one, but for now it should probably work.”
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
“…where did you order it from????”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Tha-that doesn’t answer my question”
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!”
“Yugioh is a competitive card game/manga series. Beyblade is a very dramatic game of combat dreidel. Bakugan is a bunch of rolled up little plastic buggers that are impossible to aim.”
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 Japan soccer industry makes them. Their U-20 team practices with 50 pound balls.”
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
*Please cut that chain*
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
“…really??? That’s cool. I haven’t been on Earth in like four years, and it’s hard to research stuff offworld.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.