He can sense a dangerous presence watching him, looking for a moment to strike.
He looks around *passive perception of 21*
*Stealth:29* If failure he see a Tiefling in a tank top T-shirt covered in strange stains, the only recognizable ones being blood, and parachute pants. He has a strange katana at his side.
“I tried to sprint over to you to greet you since I’m new to the dome. Then before I knew it I am here……..where is here?”
"Er... this is a courthouse. It is run by a devil named Abaddon." Ragnaris stares at Zeon for a moment, then shakes his head. "How about we get you back to the dome? The Nine Hells is no place for a child..."
Halfway through Ragnaris’s sentence, Zeon notices Abbadon’s office and gets curious, suddenly sprinting a high speeds into it and looking around. “Woah, I’ve never seen what a devil’s office looks like before.”
Abaddon, a fifteen foot tall devil with scaly red skin, a judge’s attire, a gavel and a book in their hands, and tiny reading glasses is sitting at their desk, doing paperwork. He looks up, confused at Zeon’s presence. Their horns are shaped like a Judge’s wig.
“Uh…hello the-meep!” Zeon says as a massive dragon tail rushes in and pulls him back out of the office before he manages to wiggle his way out of its grip. He is quite the fast little fellow.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
"The stew is the lifeblood of the common man, yet when well-prepared it can serve as even wedding fare. I approve of your choice and applaud your willingness to make so-called 'peasant food' into a delicacy. I myself have an insatiable desire for fish head stew, an old struggle meal from the hamlet where I grew up. My father was never good at providing for anyone but himself, so I had to learn to do it well enough to appease my mother, from whom I attribute my demonic heritage."
"It sounds like it was a difficult time, I never truly had a family of my own for quite the long time, having to rely on myself and my hunting skills. Which taught me how to make stews, an easy make in the middle of a hunt, especially when it taught me how to treat different meats while in the middle of something, it taught me not to waste food, because any meal might end up being your last if you aren't too careful."
"Family is important, even if you end up having to kill the mariticidal bastards. I've found that if you like someone enough, you can make them part of your family in a sense. I believe the term is 'found family.' My crew is like that. Like real families, we may fight sometimes, but we still love each other very much. I'd even include some guests on my ship as family, really."
"For a long time I didn't have a family, but now that I do I am never going to take it for granted."
"Good. You can't be truly great without love, and family is often a functional love generator. You have more potential than I thought. Usually, those with your reputation have capped out their potential, but you seem to have room to grow. That's nice."
"Thank you, I don't have a perfect understanding of what you mean but i understand the fundamentals of what you're saying. My boss is probably going to be here soon, this tour unfortunately can't continue."
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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.
“I tried to sprint over to you to greet you since I’m new to the dome. Then before I knew it I am here……..where is here?”
"Er... this is a courthouse. It is run by a devil named Abaddon." Ragnaris stares at Zeon for a moment, then shakes his head. "How about we get you back to the dome? The Nine Hells is no place for a child..."
Halfway through Ragnaris’s sentence, Zeon notices Abbadon’s office and gets curious, suddenly sprinting a high speeds into it and looking around. “Woah, I’ve never seen what a devil’s office looks like before.”
Abaddon, a fifteen foot tall devil with scaly red skin, a judge’s attire, a gavel and a book in their hands, and tiny reading glasses is sitting at their desk, doing paperwork. He looks up, confused at Zeon’s presence. Their horns are shaped like a Judge’s wig.
“Uh…hello the-meep!” Zeon says as a massive dragon tail rushes in and pulls him back out of the office before he manages to wiggle his way out of its grip. He is quite the fast little fellow.
Ragnaris follows him into the office, then freezes when he spots Abaddon. He rises to his full height, and clears his throat. "Hello, Abaddon. I was wondering where Ragnerious may be. You may have set a limit of five minutes a year on how long HE can visit me, but currently there is no limit on how long I can visit him."
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.
Eito is lying as though dead upon the stones of the earth.
*Time split!*
Barbeau walks over, then taps Eito's head with the toe of his shoe. He leans down, farther than normal gravity should allow without him falling over. "Get up. Rest is for the weak, and the weak do not survive here."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“I tried to sprint over to you to greet you since I’m new to the dome. Then before I knew it I am here……..where is here?”
"Er... this is a courthouse. It is run by a devil named Abaddon." Ragnaris stares at Zeon for a moment, then shakes his head. "How about we get you back to the dome? The Nine Hells is no place for a child..."
Halfway through Ragnaris’s sentence, Zeon notices Abbadon’s office and gets curious, suddenly sprinting a high speeds into it and looking around. “Woah, I’ve never seen what a devil’s office looks like before.”
Abaddon, a fifteen foot tall devil with scaly red skin, a judge’s attire, a gavel and a book in their hands, and tiny reading glasses is sitting at their desk, doing paperwork. He looks up, confused at Zeon’s presence. Their horns are shaped like a Judge’s wig.
“Uh…hello the-meep!” Zeon says as a massive dragon tail rushes in and pulls him back out of the office before he manages to wiggle his way out of its grip. He is quite the fast little fellow.
”who… are you… WE HAVE A VISITOR’S CENTER, YOU KNOW!” They yell out into the hallway. “does the process really scare people that much? I mean, what were they expecting? This is hell, of course they’re a gift shop…” he mutters to himself.
He can sense a dangerous presence watching him, looking for a moment to strike.
He looks around *passive perception of 21*
*Stealth:25* If failure he see a Tiefling in a tank top T-shirt covered in strange stains, the only recognizable ones being blood, and parachute pants. He has a strange katana at his side.
“Hmm.” Though not knowing where they are he raises his voice “If you come out now, I might spare your life!”
“I tried to sprint over to you to greet you since I’m new to the dome. Then before I knew it I am here……..where is here?”
"Er... this is a courthouse. It is run by a devil named Abaddon." Ragnaris stares at Zeon for a moment, then shakes his head. "How about we get you back to the dome? The Nine Hells is no place for a child..."
Halfway through Ragnaris’s sentence, Zeon notices Abbadon’s office and gets curious, suddenly sprinting a high speeds into it and looking around. “Woah, I’ve never seen what a devil’s office looks like before.”
Abaddon, a fifteen foot tall devil with scaly red skin, a judge’s attire, a gavel and a book in their hands, and tiny reading glasses is sitting at their desk, doing paperwork. He looks up, confused at Zeon’s presence. Their horns are shaped like a Judge’s wig.
“Uh…hello the-meep!” Zeon says as a massive dragon tail rushes in and pulls him back out of the office before he manages to wiggle his way out of its grip. He is quite the fast little fellow.
Ragnaris follows him into the office, then freezes when he spots Abaddon. He rises to his full height, and clears his throat. "Hello, Abaddon. I was wondering where Ragnerious may be. You may have set a limit of five minutes a year on how long HE can visit me, but currently there is no limit on how long I can visit him."
”we have a visitors center… I don’t know, he should be around here somewhere… can none of you read infernal? It clearly says do not disturb on the door!”
Eito is lying as though dead upon the stones of the earth.
*Time split!*
Barbeau walks over, then taps Eito's head with the toe of his shoe. He leans down, farther than normal gravity should allow without him falling over. "Get up. Rest is for the weak, and the weak do not survive here."
The stones about them are turning black. Eito's face and halo reappear. "I am making preparations."
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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.
He can sense a dangerous presence watching him, looking for a moment to strike.
He looks around *passive perception of 21*
*Stealth:25* If failure he see a Tiefling in a tank top T-shirt covered in strange stains, the only recognizable ones being blood, and parachute pants. He has a strange katana at his side.
“Hmm.” Though not knowing where they are he raises his voice “If you come out now, I might spare your life!”
He hears laughter coming from somewhere "Stop making threats and maybe I won't [gp]ing kill your [gp] myself." He appears a few feet behind them.
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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.
“I tried to sprint over to you to greet you since I’m new to the dome. Then before I knew it I am here……..where is here?”
"Er... this is a courthouse. It is run by a devil named Abaddon." Ragnaris stares at Zeon for a moment, then shakes his head. "How about we get you back to the dome? The Nine Hells is no place for a child..."
Halfway through Ragnaris’s sentence, Zeon notices Abbadon’s office and gets curious, suddenly sprinting a high speeds into it and looking around. “Woah, I’ve never seen what a devil’s office looks like before.”
Abaddon, a fifteen foot tall devil with scaly red skin, a judge’s attire, a gavel and a book in their hands, and tiny reading glasses is sitting at their desk, doing paperwork. He looks up, confused at Zeon’s presence. Their horns are shaped like a Judge’s wig.
“Uh…hello the-meep!” Zeon says as a massive dragon tail rushes in and pulls him back out of the office before he manages to wiggle his way out of its grip. He is quite the fast little fellow.
Ragnaris follows him into the office, then freezes when he spots Abaddon. He rises to his full height, and clears his throat. "Hello, Abaddon. I was wondering where Ragnerious may be. You may have set a limit of five minutes a year on how long HE can visit me, but currently there is no limit on how long I can visit him."
”we have a visitors center… I don’t know, he should be around here somewhere… can none of you read infernal? It clearly says do not disturb on the door!”
Ragnaris glances at the door. "No, I cannot read Infernal. Perhaps I should learn...", he muses. "Well, I shall be going. Come along, young one. I should most likely take you back."
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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.
“I tried to sprint over to you to greet you since I’m new to the dome. Then before I knew it I am here……..where is here?”
"Er... this is a courthouse. It is run by a devil named Abaddon." Ragnaris stares at Zeon for a moment, then shakes his head. "How about we get you back to the dome? The Nine Hells is no place for a child..."
Halfway through Ragnaris’s sentence, Zeon notices Abbadon’s office and gets curious, suddenly sprinting a high speeds into it and looking around. “Woah, I’ve never seen what a devil’s office looks like before.”
Abaddon, a fifteen foot tall devil with scaly red skin, a judge’s attire, a gavel and a book in their hands, and tiny reading glasses is sitting at their desk, doing paperwork. He looks up, confused at Zeon’s presence. Their horns are shaped like a Judge’s wig.
“Uh…hello the-meep!” Zeon says as a massive dragon tail rushes in and pulls him back out of the office before he manages to wiggle his way out of its grip. He is quite the fast little fellow.
”who… are you… WE HAVE A VISITOR’S CENTER, YOU KNOW!” They yell out into the hallway. “does the process really scare people that much? I mean, what were they expecting? This is hell, of course they’re a gift shop…” he mutters to himself.
“I have no idea what you are talking about.” Zeon says bluntly, as his Spellbook gently bops his head. “Well I don’t!”
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
"For a long time I didn't have a family, but now that I do I am never going to take it for granted."
"Good. You can't be truly great without love, and family is often a functional love generator. You have more potential than I thought. Usually, those with your reputation have capped out their potential, but you seem to have room to grow. That's nice."
"Thank you, I don't have a perfect understanding of what you mean but i understand the fundamentals of what you're saying. My boss is probably going to be here soon, this tour unfortunately can't continue."
"Fair enough. You'll find me wherever it is cold and dark. And wherever I'm summoned. Goodbye, apprentice." He warbles, as though underwater, then dissolves into something kind of like snow. In less than 5 seconds, there is no trace of him.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He can sense a dangerous presence watching him, looking for a moment to strike.
He looks around *passive perception of 21*
*Stealth:25* If failure he see a Tiefling in a tank top T-shirt covered in strange stains, the only recognizable ones being blood, and parachute pants. He has a strange katana at his side.
“Hmm.” Though not knowing where they are he raises his voice “If you come out now, I might spare your life!”
He hears laughter coming from somewhere "Stop making threats and maybe I won't [gp]ing kill your [gp] myself." He appears a few feet behind them.
Barbeau walks over, then taps Eito's head with the toe of his shoe. He leans down, farther than normal gravity should allow without him falling over. "Get up. Rest is for the weak, and the weak do not survive here."
The stones about them are turning black. Eito's face and halo reappear. "I am making preparations."
The Chef stands up straight. "Well then, my mistake. Preparation is important. I apologize. Should I be aware of what it is you are preparing for?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“I tried to sprint over to you to greet you since I’m new to the dome. Then before I knew it I am here……..where is here?”
"Er... this is a courthouse. It is run by a devil named Abaddon." Ragnaris stares at Zeon for a moment, then shakes his head. "How about we get you back to the dome? The Nine Hells is no place for a child..."
Halfway through Ragnaris’s sentence, Zeon notices Abbadon’s office and gets curious, suddenly sprinting a high speeds into it and looking around. “Woah, I’ve never seen what a devil’s office looks like before.”
Abaddon, a fifteen foot tall devil with scaly red skin, a judge’s attire, a gavel and a book in their hands, and tiny reading glasses is sitting at their desk, doing paperwork. He looks up, confused at Zeon’s presence. Their horns are shaped like a Judge’s wig.
“Uh…hello the-meep!” Zeon says as a massive dragon tail rushes in and pulls him back out of the office before he manages to wiggle his way out of its grip. He is quite the fast little fellow.
Ragnaris follows him into the office, then freezes when he spots Abaddon. He rises to his full height, and clears his throat. "Hello, Abaddon. I was wondering where Ragnerious may be. You may have set a limit of five minutes a year on how long HE can visit me, but currently there is no limit on how long I can visit him."
”we have a visitors center… I don’t know, he should be around here somewhere… can none of you read infernal? It clearly says do not disturb on the door!”
Ragnaris glances at the door. "No, I cannot read Infernal. Perhaps I should learn...", he muses. "Well, I shall be going. Come along, young one. I should most likely take you back."
“Just… get out of my office, or I’ll arrest you for breaking into my courthouse… again.”
“I tried to sprint over to you to greet you since I’m new to the dome. Then before I knew it I am here……..where is here?”
"Er... this is a courthouse. It is run by a devil named Abaddon." Ragnaris stares at Zeon for a moment, then shakes his head. "How about we get you back to the dome? The Nine Hells is no place for a child..."
Halfway through Ragnaris’s sentence, Zeon notices Abbadon’s office and gets curious, suddenly sprinting a high speeds into it and looking around. “Woah, I’ve never seen what a devil’s office looks like before.”
Abaddon, a fifteen foot tall devil with scaly red skin, a judge’s attire, a gavel and a book in their hands, and tiny reading glasses is sitting at their desk, doing paperwork. He looks up, confused at Zeon’s presence. Their horns are shaped like a Judge’s wig.
“Uh…hello the-meep!” Zeon says as a massive dragon tail rushes in and pulls him back out of the office before he manages to wiggle his way out of its grip. He is quite the fast little fellow.
”who… are you… WE HAVE A VISITOR’S CENTER, YOU KNOW!” They yell out into the hallway. “does the process really scare people that much? I mean, what were they expecting? This is hell, of course they’re a gift shop…” he mutters to himself.
“I have no idea what you are talking about.” Zeon says bluntly, as his Spellbook gently bops his head. “Well I don’t!”
“You are, without permission, trespassing on the land of the highest court of the NINE HELLS. I could arrest you for this.”
Ragnaris glances at the door. "No, I cannot read Infernal. Perhaps I should learn...", he muses. "Well, I shall be going. Come along, young one. I should most likely take you back."
“Hm, but this place looks so interesting….what’s that way?” Zeon says before sprinting down one of the hallways out of the courtroom. He’s like a roadrunner.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Rag is in the Pit fiends barracks playing cards with the other pit fiends, and is losing horribly but having a lot of fun, lifting the mood of everyone he is playing with. Just being a jolly giant.
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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.
Etiam im librum scribo
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*Stealth:29* If failure he see a Tiefling in a tank top T-shirt covered in strange stains, the only recognizable ones being blood, and parachute pants. He has a strange katana at his side.
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
“Uh…hello the-meep!” Zeon says as a massive dragon tail rushes in and pulls him back out of the office before he manages to wiggle his way out of its grip. He is quite the fast little fellow.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
Leonard is looking for someone to survey.
Eito is lying as though dead upon the stones of the earth.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Thank you, I don't have a perfect understanding of what you mean but i understand the fundamentals of what you're saying. My boss is probably going to be here soon, this tour unfortunately can't continue."
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
Ragnaris follows him into the office, then freezes when he spots Abaddon. He rises to his full height, and clears his throat. "Hello, Abaddon. I was wondering where Ragnerious may be. You may have set a limit of five minutes a year on how long HE can visit me, but currently there is no limit on how long I can visit him."
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.
Extended sig
*Time split!*
Barbeau walks over, then taps Eito's head with the toe of his shoe. He leans down, farther than normal gravity should allow without him falling over. "Get up. Rest is for the weak, and the weak do not survive here."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
”who… are you… WE HAVE A VISITOR’S CENTER, YOU KNOW!” They yell out into the hallway. “does the process really scare people that much? I mean, what were they expecting? This is hell, of course they’re a gift shop…” he mutters to himself.
“Hmm.” Though not knowing where they are he raises his voice “If you come out now, I might spare your life!”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
”we have a visitors center… I don’t know, he should be around here somewhere… can none of you read infernal? It clearly says do not disturb on the door!”
The stones about them are turning black. Eito's face and halo reappear. "I am making preparations."
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 hears laughter coming from somewhere "Stop making threats and maybe I won't [gp]ing kill your [gp] myself." He appears a few feet behind them.
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
Ragnaris glances at the door. "No, I cannot read Infernal. Perhaps I should learn...", he muses. "Well, I shall be going. Come along, young one. I should most likely take you back."
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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“I have no idea what you are talking about.” Zeon says bluntly, as his Spellbook gently bops his head. “Well I don’t!”
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
"Fair enough. You'll find me wherever it is cold and dark. And wherever I'm summoned. Goodbye, apprentice." He warbles, as though underwater, then dissolves into something kind of like snow. In less than 5 seconds, there is no trace of him.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Good.” He gets up “They hell do you want?”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
The Chef stands up straight. "Well then, my mistake. Preparation is important. I apologize. Should I be aware of what it is you are preparing for?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Just… get out of my office, or I’ll arrest you for breaking into my courthouse… again.”
“You are, without permission, trespassing on the land of the highest court of the NINE HELLS. I could arrest you for this.”
“Hm, but this place looks so interesting….what’s that way?” Zeon says before sprinting down one of the hallways out of the courtroom. He’s like a roadrunner.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
Rag is in the Pit fiends barracks playing cards with the other pit fiends, and is losing horribly but having a lot of fun, lifting the mood of everyone he is playing with. Just being a jolly giant.
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