"Thank you for your concern, but I assure you I am fine.", Ragnaris says with the slightest hint of sarcasm. "Yes, I have a grandson. His name is Ragnerious. I do not think I ever told you, but I assume that you already know his parents are dead, along with the details as to how they died?" Ragnaris' hand glows with magical energy, and he pulls a spare chair towards him, which he then sits down in.
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Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
"Thank you for your concern, but I assure you I am fine.", Ragnaris says with the slightest hint of sarcasm. "Yes, I have a grandson. His name is Ragnerious. I do not think I ever told you, but I assume that you already know his parents are dead, along with the details as to how they died?" Ragnaris' hand glows with magical energy, and he pulls a spare chair towards him, which he then sits down in.
“But of course, my dear. Now, I’d love to have a chat with this Ragnerious myself. Tell me, what does he know about me?”
"Thank you for your concern, but I assure you I am fine.", Ragnaris says with the slightest hint of sarcasm. "Yes, I have a grandson. His name is Ragnerious. I do not think I ever told you, but I assume that you already know his parents are dead, along with the details as to how they died?" Ragnaris' hand glows with magical energy, and he pulls a spare chair towards him, which he then sits down in.
“But of course, my dear. Now, I’d love to have a chat with this Ragnerious myself. Tell me, what does he know about me?”
"I would not assume much, except for the knowledge of my pact with you." Ragnaris snaps his fingers, summoning two teacups, a kettle full of tea, a small vial of sugar, and two spoons, all resting on a platter floating midair. He pours himself a cup of tea, and uses his spoon to put a bit of sugar in it, stirring it around. "Tea?", he asks the Archcrone.
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Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
"Thank you for your concern, but I assure you I am fine.", Ragnaris says with the slightest hint of sarcasm. "Yes, I have a grandson. His name is Ragnerious. I do not think I ever told you, but I assume that you already know his parents are dead, along with the details as to how they died?" Ragnaris' hand glows with magical energy, and he pulls a spare chair towards him, which he then sits down in.
“But of course, my dear. Now, I’d love to have a chat with this Ragnerious myself. Tell me, what does he know about me?”
"I would not assume much, except for the knowledge of my pact with you." Ragnaris snaps his fingers, summoning two teacups, a kettle full of tea, a small vial of sugar, and two spoons, all resting on a platter floating midair. He pours himself a cup of tea, and uses his spoon to put a bit of sugar in it, stirring it around. "Tea?", he asks the Archcrone.
“Oh, that would be lovely, dear!” The kettle pours itself into her teacup, but instead of tea, it pours the Archcrone a brimming cup of spiders. She adds a bit of sugar, stirring hers.
”now, about Ragnerious. I’d loooove to have a chat with him, so,” she sips her cup of spiders, looking out the window. “Don’t go looking for him.” She adds a bit more sugar to her cup of spiders.
"Thank you for your concern, but I assure you I am fine.", Ragnaris says with the slightest hint of sarcasm. "Yes, I have a grandson. His name is Ragnerious. I do not think I ever told you, but I assume that you already know his parents are dead, along with the details as to how they died?" Ragnaris' hand glows with magical energy, and he pulls a spare chair towards him, which he then sits down in.
“But of course, my dear. Now, I’d love to have a chat with this Ragnerious myself. Tell me, what does he know about me?”
"I would not assume much, except for the knowledge of my pact with you." Ragnaris snaps his fingers, summoning two teacups, a kettle full of tea, a small vial of sugar, and two spoons, all resting on a platter floating midair. He pours himself a cup of tea, and uses his spoon to put a bit of sugar in it, stirring it around. "Tea?", he asks the Archcrone.
“Oh, that would be lovely, dear!” The kettle pours itself into her teacup, but instead of tea, it pours the Archcrone a brimming cup of spiders. She adds a bit of sugar, stirring hers.
”now, about Ragnerious. I’d loooove to have a chat with him, so,” she sips her cup of spiders, looking out the window. “Don’t go looking for him.” She adds a bit more sugar to her cup of spiders.
Ragnaris, not fazed by the spiders, sips his tea. "What are you wishing to talk with him about?"
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Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
"Thank you for your concern, but I assure you I am fine.", Ragnaris says with the slightest hint of sarcasm. "Yes, I have a grandson. His name is Ragnerious. I do not think I ever told you, but I assume that you already know his parents are dead, along with the details as to how they died?" Ragnaris' hand glows with magical energy, and he pulls a spare chair towards him, which he then sits down in.
“But of course, my dear. Now, I’d love to have a chat with this Ragnerious myself. Tell me, what does he know about me?”
"I would not assume much, except for the knowledge of my pact with you." Ragnaris snaps his fingers, summoning two teacups, a kettle full of tea, a small vial of sugar, and two spoons, all resting on a platter floating midair. He pours himself a cup of tea, and uses his spoon to put a bit of sugar in it, stirring it around. "Tea?", he asks the Archcrone.
“Oh, that would be lovely, dear!” The kettle pours itself into her teacup, but instead of tea, it pours the Archcrone a brimming cup of spiders. She adds a bit of sugar, stirring hers.
”now, about Ragnerious. I’d loooove to have a chat with him, so,” she sips her cup of spiders, looking out the window. “Don’t go looking for him.” She adds a bit more sugar to her cup of spiders.
Ragnaris, not fazed by the spiders, sips his tea. "What are you wishing to talk with him about?"
“That.” She takes another sip of the spiders. ”is not of your concern.”
"Thank you for your concern, but I assure you I am fine.", Ragnaris says with the slightest hint of sarcasm. "Yes, I have a grandson. His name is Ragnerious. I do not think I ever told you, but I assume that you already know his parents are dead, along with the details as to how they died?" Ragnaris' hand glows with magical energy, and he pulls a spare chair towards him, which he then sits down in.
“But of course, my dear. Now, I’d love to have a chat with this Ragnerious myself. Tell me, what does he know about me?”
"I would not assume much, except for the knowledge of my pact with you." Ragnaris snaps his fingers, summoning two teacups, a kettle full of tea, a small vial of sugar, and two spoons, all resting on a platter floating midair. He pours himself a cup of tea, and uses his spoon to put a bit of sugar in it, stirring it around. "Tea?", he asks the Archcrone.
“Oh, that would be lovely, dear!” The kettle pours itself into her teacup, but instead of tea, it pours the Archcrone a brimming cup of spiders. She adds a bit of sugar, stirring hers.
”now, about Ragnerious. I’d loooove to have a chat with him, so,” she sips her cup of spiders, looking out the window. “Don’t go looking for him.” She adds a bit more sugar to her cup of spiders.
Ragnaris, not fazed by the spiders, sips his tea. "What are you wishing to talk with him about?"
“That.” She takes another sip of the spiders. ”is not of your concern.”
Ragnaris scowls, setting his tea down gently. "I know you, Archcrone. You do not wish to speak with people unless you want something from them. I feel I have a right to know what you want to speak to my grandson about."
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Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
*Cut for Arch. Unfortunately most of my fighting sheets are gone, but certainly one tomorrow.*
He smiles and nod, “Any -hic- time… I can’t believe -hic- I wouldn’t have… met you without that [gp].”
“Because, Master Lonely, his entire power set relies on making his opponents slowly or rapidly rot while still alive. Most find that terrifying.”
Don then leaves, cackling.
“Yeah-“ she pours him another glass. “But I’m-not even sure he’s -HIC- the worst. I think its a tie-HIC- with Mammon.”
”I-… i don’t understand? I mean, a lot of people do that.”
He takes the glass, drinking it down without much issue, giggling more “They’re -hic!- both that bad? How? You’re -hic- so great.” He chuckles.
“Not many people have a world consuming colony of leeches as a companion, Mr Asano does.”
“We’re all some -HIC- flavor of bad. Abaddon tortures people by -HIC- makin’ them-… plead for mercy and emotionally-traumatizin’ them… Mammon just puts you in-HIC- extreme financial debt- and I just… actually -HIC- torture people. I’m -HIC- evil, but Abaddon is… Abaddon’s just a (1GP).”
”well, I do! Sorta-… Jason is my companion, so they’re my companion’s companion!”
He seems very confused by all the words being spoken, just looking in her eyes and saying “But -hic- I love you.” He smiles softly, putting down his glass on the table in the center of the room, making sure not to crack it.
“Ah yes, Collin does enjoy your presence, as do I and Gordan for that matter. Which would add a child of the reaper and reality assassin into your group of companions Master Lonely.”
"Thank you for your concern, but I assure you I am fine.", Ragnaris says with the slightest hint of sarcasm. "Yes, I have a grandson. His name is Ragnerious. I do not think I ever told you, but I assume that you already know his parents are dead, along with the details as to how they died?" Ragnaris' hand glows with magical energy, and he pulls a spare chair towards him, which he then sits down in.
“But of course, my dear. Now, I’d love to have a chat with this Ragnerious myself. Tell me, what does he know about me?”
"I would not assume much, except for the knowledge of my pact with you." Ragnaris snaps his fingers, summoning two teacups, a kettle full of tea, a small vial of sugar, and two spoons, all resting on a platter floating midair. He pours himself a cup of tea, and uses his spoon to put a bit of sugar in it, stirring it around. "Tea?", he asks the Archcrone.
“Oh, that would be lovely, dear!” The kettle pours itself into her teacup, but instead of tea, it pours the Archcrone a brimming cup of spiders. She adds a bit of sugar, stirring hers.
”now, about Ragnerious. I’d loooove to have a chat with him, so,” she sips her cup of spiders, looking out the window. “Don’t go looking for him.” She adds a bit more sugar to her cup of spiders.
Ragnaris, not fazed by the spiders, sips his tea. "What are you wishing to talk with him about?"
“That.” She takes another sip of the spiders. ”is not of your concern.”
Ragnaris scowls, setting his tea down gently. "I know you, Archcrone. You do not wish to speak with people unless you want something from them. I feel I have a right to know what you want to speak to my grandson about."
She sets down her tea as well.
”I was gracious enough to give you a warning of my presence, dear. That’s all you’re going to get.”
Jimmy is being attacked again and is still dodging. But at one point, he snaps. Faster than the eye can see, arms still tied behind his back, the man attacking him is laid out on the ground. Not dead, but surely unconscious
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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!”
Jimmy is being attacked again and is still dodging. But at one point, he snaps. Faster than the eye can see, arms still tied behind his back, the man attacking him is laid out on the ground. Not dead, but surely unconscious
*It's definitely not what happened, but I like to think he beat him into unconsciousness with his shoulders because his hands aren't available.*
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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.'
Jimmy is being attacked again and is still dodging. But at one point, he snaps. Faster than the eye can see, arms still tied behind his back, the man attacking him is laid out on the ground. Not dead, but surely unconscious
*It's definitely not what happened, but I like to think he beat him into unconsciousness with his shoulders because his hands aren't available.*
*Jimmy wouldn't do that. Roy on the other hand would in a heartbeat*
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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!”
"Thank you for your concern, but I assure you I am fine.", Ragnaris says with the slightest hint of sarcasm. "Yes, I have a grandson. His name is Ragnerious. I do not think I ever told you, but I assume that you already know his parents are dead, along with the details as to how they died?" Ragnaris' hand glows with magical energy, and he pulls a spare chair towards him, which he then sits down in.
“But of course, my dear. Now, I’d love to have a chat with this Ragnerious myself. Tell me, what does he know about me?”
"I would not assume much, except for the knowledge of my pact with you." Ragnaris snaps his fingers, summoning two teacups, a kettle full of tea, a small vial of sugar, and two spoons, all resting on a platter floating midair. He pours himself a cup of tea, and uses his spoon to put a bit of sugar in it, stirring it around. "Tea?", he asks the Archcrone.
“Oh, that would be lovely, dear!” The kettle pours itself into her teacup, but instead of tea, it pours the Archcrone a brimming cup of spiders. She adds a bit of sugar, stirring hers.
”now, about Ragnerious. I’d loooove to have a chat with him, so,” she sips her cup of spiders, looking out the window. “Don’t go looking for him.” She adds a bit more sugar to her cup of spiders.
Ragnaris, not fazed by the spiders, sips his tea. "What are you wishing to talk with him about?"
“That.” She takes another sip of the spiders. ”is not of your concern.”
Ragnaris scowls, setting his tea down gently. "I know you, Archcrone. You do not wish to speak with people unless you want something from them. I feel I have a right to know what you want to speak to my grandson about."
She sets down her tea as well.
”I was gracious enough to give you a warning of my presence, dear. That’s all you’re going to get.”
Ragnaris' scaled brow begins to furrow, and his scales start to glow red like coals, heat rippling off his body. "Very well. But I assure you, I will not hesitate to step in if he requires my protection."
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Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
The smell of blood fills the dome as another warrior enters in the dead of evening, the sun setting as they arrive. The sound of wet footsteps follows as they enter, a flintlock tightly gripped in a black gloved hand, a blade that glows with some kind of strange ethereal light in the other. They wear a hat that points forward and a mask that hides the bottom half of their face. Wrapped in black damp garbs with blood staining them, smelling of death and decay, their eyes filled with insights beyond human knowledge, and a celestial madness.
They don't acknowledge anyone who approaches them as they enter, a Hunter has come looking for prey.
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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.'
(Cut for Arch)
"Thank you for your concern, but I assure you I am fine.", Ragnaris says with the slightest hint of sarcasm. "Yes, I have a grandson. His name is Ragnerious. I do not think I ever told you, but I assume that you already know his parents are dead, along with the details as to how they died?" Ragnaris' hand glows with magical energy, and he pulls a spare chair towards him, which he then sits down in.
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
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“But of course, my dear. Now, I’d love to have a chat with this Ragnerious myself. Tell me, what does he know about me?”
"I would not assume much, except for the knowledge of my pact with you." Ragnaris snaps his fingers, summoning two teacups, a kettle full of tea, a small vial of sugar, and two spoons, all resting on a platter floating midair. He pours himself a cup of tea, and uses his spoon to put a bit of sugar in it, stirring it around. "Tea?", he asks the Archcrone.
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
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“Oh, that would be lovely, dear!” The kettle pours itself into her teacup, but instead of tea, it pours the Archcrone a brimming cup of spiders. She adds a bit of sugar, stirring hers.
”now, about Ragnerious. I’d loooove to have a chat with him, so,” she sips her cup of spiders, looking out the window. “Don’t go looking for him.” She adds a bit more sugar to her cup of spiders.
Ragnaris, not fazed by the spiders, sips his tea. "What are you wishing to talk with him about?"
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
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“That.” She takes another sip of the spiders. ”is not of your concern.”
Ragnaris scowls, setting his tea down gently. "I know you, Archcrone. You do not wish to speak with people unless you want something from them. I feel I have a right to know what you want to speak to my grandson about."
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
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He seems very confused by all the words being spoken, just looking in her eyes and saying “But -hic- I love you.” He smiles softly, putting down his glass on the table in the center of the room, making sure not to crack it.
“Ah yes, Collin does enjoy your presence, as do I and Gordan for that matter. Which would add a child of the reaper and reality assassin into your group of companions Master Lonely.”
She sets down her tea as well.
”I was gracious enough to give you a warning of my presence, dear. That’s all you’re going to get.”
*Dang, the Archcrone wants to meet Rag, I wonder why. Appearently Rag's reputation proceeds him.*
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.)
*indeed!*
*Rag should be very scared.*
*He should be scared, unfortunately he probably won't be.*
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.)
Jimmy is being attacked again and is still dodging. But at one point, he snaps. Faster than the eye can see, arms still tied behind his back, the man attacking him is laid out on the ground. Not dead, but surely unconscious
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!”
*It's definitely not what happened, but I like to think he beat him into unconsciousness with his shoulders because his hands aren't available.*
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.)
*who wants to ✨bully Lonely?✨*
*Jimmy wouldn't do that. Roy on the other hand would in a heartbeat*
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!”
Ragnaris' scaled brow begins to furrow, and his scales start to glow red like coals, heat rippling off his body. "Very well. But I assure you, I will not hesitate to step in if he requires my protection."
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
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*A new challenger has arrived*
The smell of blood fills the dome as another warrior enters in the dead of evening, the sun setting as they arrive. The sound of wet footsteps follows as they enter, a flintlock tightly gripped in a black gloved hand, a blade that glows with some kind of strange ethereal light in the other. They wear a hat that points forward and a mask that hides the bottom half of their face. Wrapped in black damp garbs with blood staining them, smelling of death and decay, their eyes filled with insights beyond human knowledge, and a celestial madness.
They don't acknowledge anyone who approaches them as they enter, a Hunter has come looking for prey.
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.)
*Anybody here? Please?*
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.)
*sure! Who’d you want to interact with the new guy?*