He tips his hat to Johnny “Howdy. I ain’t expect to see another man of the west ‘round here.”
“Not really from the west, but I spent some time there. Quite the adventure it was.”
“I’d imagine it was, I heard this is some kind of famous combat dome, is that right?”
“Darn right.”
“That’s good, I’m where I was lookin’ for.” He takes his six shooter out of the holster and begins to spin it absentmindedly.
“Huh. You some kinda hitman?”
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
He tips his hat to Johnny “Howdy. I ain’t expect to see another man of the west ‘round here.”
“Not really from the west, but I spent some time there. Quite the adventure it was.”
“I’d imagine it was, I heard this is some kind of famous combat dome, is that right?”
“Darn right.”
“That’s good, I’m where I was lookin’ for.” He takes his six shooter out of the holster and begins to spin it absentmindedly.
“Huh. You some kinda hitman?”
“More of an outlaw, supernatural hunter sort of deal.” He says, his gloves glowing.
“Ah. So what can ya do?”
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
He tips his hat to Johnny “Howdy. I ain’t expect to see another man of the west ‘round here.”
“Not really from the west, but I spent some time there. Quite the adventure it was.”
“I’d imagine it was, I heard this is some kind of famous combat dome, is that right?”
“Darn right.”
“That’s good, I’m where I was lookin’ for.” He takes his six shooter out of the holster and begins to spin it absentmindedly.
“Huh. You some kinda hitman?”
“More of an outlaw, supernatural hunter sort of deal.” He says, his gloves glowing.
“Ah. So what can ya do?”
“I can shoot stuff with my magic gun, and harness the powers of heaven and hell. Nothin’ more than that.”
“Heaven and hell you say. Do you by any chance know Jesus?”
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
He tips his hat to Johnny “Howdy. I ain’t expect to see another man of the west ‘round here.”
“Not really from the west, but I spent some time there. Quite the adventure it was.”
“I’d imagine it was, I heard this is some kind of famous combat dome, is that right?”
“Darn right.”
“That’s good, I’m where I was lookin’ for.” He takes his six shooter out of the holster and begins to spin it absentmindedly.
“Huh. You some kinda hitman?”
“More of an outlaw, supernatural hunter sort of deal.” He says, his gloves glowing.
“Ah. So what can ya do?”
“I can shoot stuff with my magic gun, and harness the powers of heaven and hell. Nothin’ more than that.”
“Heaven and hell you say. Do you by any chance know Jesus?”
He shakes his head “Personally no.” He raises up his white glove and talks to it “Ann, do you know Jesus personally?” After a few moments of nodding he shakes his head “She does, but not well enough for anythin’.”
He tips his hat to Johnny “Howdy. I ain’t expect to see another man of the west ‘round here.”
“Not really from the west, but I spent some time there. Quite the adventure it was.”
“I’d imagine it was, I heard this is some kind of famous combat dome, is that right?”
“Darn right.”
“That’s good, I’m where I was lookin’ for.” He takes his six shooter out of the holster and begins to spin it absentmindedly.
“Huh. You some kinda hitman?”
“More of an outlaw, supernatural hunter sort of deal.” He says, his gloves glowing.
“Ah. So what can ya do?”
“I can shoot stuff with my magic gun, and harness the powers of heaven and hell. Nothin’ more than that.”
“Heaven and hell you say. Do you by any chance know Jesus?”
He shakes his head “Personally no.” He raises up his white glove and talks to it “Ann, do you know Jesus personally?” After a few moments of nodding he shakes his head “She does, but not well enough for anythin’.”
“Huh. Well I’m Johnny Joestar.” He pats his horse “This is Slow Dancer.”
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
He tips his hat to Johnny “Howdy. I ain’t expect to see another man of the west ‘round here.”
“Not really from the west, but I spent some time there. Quite the adventure it was.”
“I’d imagine it was, I heard this is some kind of famous combat dome, is that right?”
“Darn right.”
“That’s good, I’m where I was lookin’ for.” He takes his six shooter out of the holster and begins to spin it absentmindedly.
“Huh. You some kinda hitman?”
“More of an outlaw, supernatural hunter sort of deal.” He says, his gloves glowing.
“Ah. So what can ya do?”
“I can shoot stuff with my magic gun, and harness the powers of heaven and hell. Nothin’ more than that.”
“Heaven and hell you say. Do you by any chance know Jesus?”
He shakes his head “Personally no.” He raises up his white glove and talks to it “Ann, do you know Jesus personally?” After a few moments of nodding he shakes his head “She does, but not well enough for anythin’.”
“Huh. Well I’m Johnny Joestar.” He pats his horse “This is Slow Dancer.”
He nods, lowering his bandana, revealing a scar across the bridge of his nose “Name’s Sparrow Valentine.” He gets off his own horse, their mane flowing in the wind “Shadow’s hers.”
He tips his hat to Johnny “Howdy. I ain’t expect to see another man of the west ‘round here.”
“Not really from the west, but I spent some time there. Quite the adventure it was.”
“I’d imagine it was, I heard this is some kind of famous combat dome, is that right?”
“Darn right.”
“That’s good, I’m where I was lookin’ for.” He takes his six shooter out of the holster and begins to spin it absentmindedly.
“Huh. You some kinda hitman?”
“More of an outlaw, supernatural hunter sort of deal.” He says, his gloves glowing.
“Ah. So what can ya do?”
“I can shoot stuff with my magic gun, and harness the powers of heaven and hell. Nothin’ more than that.”
“Heaven and hell you say. Do you by any chance know Jesus?”
He shakes his head “Personally no.” He raises up his white glove and talks to it “Ann, do you know Jesus personally?” After a few moments of nodding he shakes his head “She does, but not well enough for anythin’.”
“Huh. Well I’m Johnny Joestar.” He pats his horse “This is Slow Dancer.”
He nods, lowering his bandana, revealing a scar across the bridge of his nose “Name’s Sparrow Valentine.” He gets off his own horse, their mane flowing in the wind “Shadow’s hers.”
When Johnny hears the name Valentine, his eyes go dark, as if reliving horrific memories “What did you say your last name was?”
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
He raises an eyebrow “Valentine, if you’ve got an issue with the name just call me Sparrow, everyone else does that anyway.” He holsters the shooter with one swift motion.
He raises an eyebrow “Valentine, if you’ve got an issue with the name just call me Sparrow, everyone else does that anyway.” He holsters the shooter with one swift motion.
“No, it’s not an issue. Though I’m curious. Did you have an ancestor named Funny Valentine?”
*Also, I turned on my playlist just now, and the song that came up was Hell’s Coming With Me and I find that hilarious*
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
He raises an eyebrow “Valentine, if you’ve got an issue with the name just call me Sparrow, everyone else does that anyway.” He holsters the shooter with one swift motion.
“No, it’s not an issue. Though I’m curious. Did you have an ancestor named Funny Valentine?”
*Also, I turned on my playlist just now, and the song that came up was Hell’s Coming With Me and I find that hilarious*
He scratches his chin with short nails “I don’t think so, but I haven’t seen my family in a while, and I was never interested in ancestors either way.”
*Its fate, this character is the best written cowboy of all time, after Rango of course.*
He raises an eyebrow “Valentine, if you’ve got an issue with the name just call me Sparrow, everyone else does that anyway.” He holsters the shooter with one swift motion.
“No, it’s not an issue. Though I’m curious. Did you have an ancestor named Funny Valentine?”
*Also, I turned on my playlist just now, and the song that came up was Hell’s Coming With Me and I find that hilarious*
He scratches his chin with short nails “I don’t think so, but I haven’t seen my family in a while, and I was never interested in ancestors either way.”
*Its fate, this character is the best written cowboy of all time, after Rango of course.*
“Check next time you can. It’s not good to distance yourself from family, I know from experience.”
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
He raises an eyebrow “Valentine, if you’ve got an issue with the name just call me Sparrow, everyone else does that anyway.” He holsters the shooter with one swift motion.
“No, it’s not an issue. Though I’m curious. Did you have an ancestor named Funny Valentine?”
*Also, I turned on my playlist just now, and the song that came up was Hell’s Coming With Me and I find that hilarious*
He scratches his chin with short nails “I don’t think so, but I haven’t seen my family in a while, and I was never interested in ancestors either way.”
*Its fate, this character is the best written cowboy of all time, after Rango of course.*
“Check next time you can. It’s not good to distance yourself from family, I know from experience.”
“Hmm, it ain’t a matter of distance, it’s a matter of business. When you spend your time killin’ demons and angels, you ain’t got much time for Christmas or Thanksgiving.”
He raises an eyebrow “Valentine, if you’ve got an issue with the name just call me Sparrow, everyone else does that anyway.” He holsters the shooter with one swift motion.
“No, it’s not an issue. Though I’m curious. Did you have an ancestor named Funny Valentine?”
*Also, I turned on my playlist just now, and the song that came up was Hell’s Coming With Me and I find that hilarious*
He scratches his chin with short nails “I don’t think so, but I haven’t seen my family in a while, and I was never interested in ancestors either way.”
*Its fate, this character is the best written cowboy of all time, after Rango of course.*
“Check next time you can. It’s not good to distance yourself from family, I know from experience.”
“Hmm, it ain’t a matter of distance, it’s a matter of business. When you spend your time killin’ demons and angels, you ain’t got much time for Christmas or Thanksgiving.”
He laughs “Try and find time pardner. Don’t wanna die alone, then again, you’re never alone with a horse by your side. They’re the real man’s best friend.”
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
He raises an eyebrow “Valentine, if you’ve got an issue with the name just call me Sparrow, everyone else does that anyway.” He holsters the shooter with one swift motion.
“No, it’s not an issue. Though I’m curious. Did you have an ancestor named Funny Valentine?”
*Also, I turned on my playlist just now, and the song that came up was Hell’s Coming With Me and I find that hilarious*
He scratches his chin with short nails “I don’t think so, but I haven’t seen my family in a while, and I was never interested in ancestors either way.”
*Its fate, this character is the best written cowboy of all time, after Rango of course.*
“Check next time you can. It’s not good to distance yourself from family, I know from experience.”
“Hmm, it ain’t a matter of distance, it’s a matter of business. When you spend your time killin’ demons and angels, you ain’t got much time for Christmas or Thanksgiving.”
He laughs “Try and find time pardner. Don’t wanna die alone, then again, you’re never alone with a horse by your side. They’re the real man’s best friend.”
He pats Shadow, running his hand through their mane “Ain’t that the truth, nothin’ like a horse by your side in your time o need. I’ll take your advice into consideration a see if I can some time.”
He raises an eyebrow “Valentine, if you’ve got an issue with the name just call me Sparrow, everyone else does that anyway.” He holsters the shooter with one swift motion.
“No, it’s not an issue. Though I’m curious. Did you have an ancestor named Funny Valentine?”
*Also, I turned on my playlist just now, and the song that came up was Hell’s Coming With Me and I find that hilarious*
He scratches his chin with short nails “I don’t think so, but I haven’t seen my family in a while, and I was never interested in ancestors either way.”
*Its fate, this character is the best written cowboy of all time, after Rango of course.*
“Check next time you can. It’s not good to distance yourself from family, I know from experience.”
“Hmm, it ain’t a matter of distance, it’s a matter of business. When you spend your time killin’ demons and angels, you ain’t got much time for Christmas or Thanksgiving.”
He laughs “Try and find time pardner. Don’t wanna die alone, then again, you’re never alone with a horse by your side. They’re the real man’s best friend.”
He pats Shadow, running his hand through their mane “Ain’t that the truth, nothin’ like a horse by your side in your time o need. I’ll take your advice into consideration a see if I can some time.”
“Ya better.” He hops on his horse “I’ll see ya round.”
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
He raises an eyebrow “Valentine, if you’ve got an issue with the name just call me Sparrow, everyone else does that anyway.” He holsters the shooter with one swift motion.
“No, it’s not an issue. Though I’m curious. Did you have an ancestor named Funny Valentine?”
*Also, I turned on my playlist just now, and the song that came up was Hell’s Coming With Me and I find that hilarious*
He scratches his chin with short nails “I don’t think so, but I haven’t seen my family in a while, and I was never interested in ancestors either way.”
*Its fate, this character is the best written cowboy of all time, after Rango of course.*
“Check next time you can. It’s not good to distance yourself from family, I know from experience.”
“Hmm, it ain’t a matter of distance, it’s a matter of business. When you spend your time killin’ demons and angels, you ain’t got much time for Christmas or Thanksgiving.”
He laughs “Try and find time pardner. Don’t wanna die alone, then again, you’re never alone with a horse by your side. They’re the real man’s best friend.”
He pats Shadow, running his hand through their mane “Ain’t that the truth, nothin’ like a horse by your side in your time o need. I’ll take your advice into consideration a see if I can some time.”
“Ya better.” He hops on his horse “I’ll see ya round.”
He waves him off and tips his hat “See ya round.” He gets on his horse and rides off.
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
Sparrow is being a cowboy, as cowboy usually do, and is filling anyone who tries to attack him with enough lead to kill a whale, never needing to reload for some bizarre reason.
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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.'
“Huh. You some kinda hitman?”
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
“More of an outlaw, supernatural hunter sort of deal.” He says, his gloves glowing.
“Ah. So what can ya do?”
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
“I can shoot stuff with my magic gun, and harness the powers of heaven and hell. Nothin’ more than that.”
“Heaven and hell you say. Do you by any chance know Jesus?”
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
He shakes his head “Personally no.” He raises up his white glove and talks to it “Ann, do you know Jesus personally?” After a few moments of nodding he shakes his head “She does, but not well enough for anythin’.”
“Huh. Well I’m Johnny Joestar.” He pats his horse “This is Slow Dancer.”
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
He nods, lowering his bandana, revealing a scar across the bridge of his nose “Name’s Sparrow Valentine.” He gets off his own horse, their mane flowing in the wind “Shadow’s hers.”
When Johnny hears the name Valentine, his eyes go dark, as if reliving horrific memories “What did you say your last name was?”
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
*Cut*
He raises an eyebrow “Valentine, if you’ve got an issue with the name just call me Sparrow, everyone else does that anyway.” He holsters the shooter with one swift motion.
“No, it’s not an issue. Though I’m curious. Did you have an ancestor named Funny Valentine?”
*Also, I turned on my playlist just now, and the song that came up was Hell’s Coming With Me and I find that hilarious*
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
He scratches his chin with short nails “I don’t think so, but I haven’t seen my family in a while, and I was never interested in ancestors either way.”
*Its fate, this character is the best written cowboy of all time, after Rango of course.*
“Check next time you can. It’s not good to distance yourself from family, I know from experience.”
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
“Hmm, it ain’t a matter of distance, it’s a matter of business. When you spend your time killin’ demons and angels, you ain’t got much time for Christmas or Thanksgiving.”
He laughs “Try and find time pardner. Don’t wanna die alone, then again, you’re never alone with a horse by your side. They’re the real man’s best friend.”
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
He pats Shadow, running his hand through their mane “Ain’t that the truth, nothin’ like a horse by your side in your time o need. I’ll take your advice into consideration a see if I can some time.”
“Ya better.” He hops on his horse “I’ll see ya round.”
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
He waves him off and tips his hat “See ya round.” He gets on his horse and rides off.
*Now to make lore accurate Jinzo*
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
Sparrow is being a cowboy, as cowboy usually do, and is filling anyone who tries to attack him with enough lead to kill a whale, never needing to reload for some bizarre reason.
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.)