"I wish I could call this place home like you can. I'm afraid that my own home is broken. But with enough life, I'm sure I can save it. And what is life but change? The Autumn Country has so many beautiful, sad, joyous things to take home. I wish I could take all of it, but that would leave this world worse off than my own, and... oh, my heart... oh, why would I even think such an evil thing?" Tears begin to roll down his face.
“There are many here from other worlds who call this place home. But it does sound like you have a duty that you need to uphold with your own realm.” He reaches across the table and pats your shoulder with a worn, knobby hand, “You needn’t worry. Thoughts must be watched and guarded like every other action but you didn’t want wrongly.”
Szeru hugs Auburn. "T-thank you, sir. I'm so sorry. I want... everything. I need it, deep in my core. A hunger has been bred into me, and it is the one rule I cannot overturn. I fear that no matter how much I collect, my emptiness will stay. And if I, the most advanced of my people, feel this darkness, this void... what about the others? What if my people are broken on the inside? What if they shouldn't be saved? What if they can? What if I'm just the worst of us all?"
"You are onto more than you may realize. No matter how much you gather for yourself, you will always want more. Everything that you harvest will rot one day, and no matter how much you feast, you will still grow hungry. You'll never have enough my friend. Never." He stares at his empty tea cup intently for a moment. "The more you grasp for, the heavier your burden. A wise man takes only as much as he can carry."
"Now you ask whether your people are broken, whether they should be saved. They most certainly are broken. I can hardly believe they deserve saving. They still should be rescued though. The doctor doesn't bring his medicine to the healthy, but to the sick and dying." He pauses for a moment and then smiles, "Speaking of want, may I have more tea?"
Szeru hugs Auburn. "T-thank you, sir. I'm so sorry. I want... everything. I need it, deep in my core. A hunger has been bred into me, and it is the one rule I cannot overturn. I fear that no matter how much I collect, my emptiness will stay. And if I, the most advanced of my people, feel this darkness, this void... what about the others? What if my people are broken on the inside? What if they shouldn't be saved? What if they can? What if I'm just the worst of us all?"
"You are onto more than you may realize. No matter how much you gather for yourself, you will always want more. Everything that you harvest will rot one day, and no matter how much you feast, you will still grow hungry. You'll never have enough my friend. Never." He stares at his empty tea cup intently for a moment. "The more you grasp for, the heavier your burden. A wise man takes only as much as he can carry."
"Now you ask whether your people are broken, whether they should be saved. They most certainly are broken. I can hardly believe they deserve saving. They still should be rescued though. The doctor doesn't bring his medicine to the healthy, but to the sick and dying." He pauses for a moment and then smiles, "Speaking of want, may I have more tea?"
Szeru slowly pulls back, making a faint choking noise that must pass for sniffling given his lack of a nose. He nods and pours Auburn some more tea. "O-of course. Thank you, sir. This is a strange question, but may I have a bit of your beard? I could use it to grow a being like you in my world. The things here, half-dead as they are, have so much life that even a fragment of them, a whisper of their essence, can become something grand and meaningful in my dimension."
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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'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
"You are onto more than you may realize. No matter how much you gather for yourself, you will always want more. Everything that you harvest will rot one day, and no matter how much you feast, you will still grow hungry. You'll never have enough my friend. Never." He stares at his empty tea cup intently for a moment. "The more you grasp for, the heavier your burden. A wise man takes only as much as he can carry."
"Now you ask whether your people are broken, whether they should be saved. They most certainly are broken. I can hardly believe they deserve saving. They still should be rescued though. The doctor doesn't bring his medicine to the healthy, but to the sick and dying." He pauses for a moment and then smiles, "Speaking of want, may I have more tea?"
Szeru slowly pulls back, making a faint choking noise that must pass for sniffling given his lack of a nose. He nods and pours Auburn some more tea. "O-of course. Thank you, sir. This is a strange question, but may I have a bit of your beard? I could use it to grow a being like you in my world. The things here, half-dead as they are, have so much life that even a fragment of them, a whisper of their essence, can become something grand and meaningful in my dimension."
He leans back and considers this for a moment, "A bit of my beard to seed another me? I suppose I could spare a lock." He pulls a pair of shears out of his coat and two blades become one in a flash of silver, severing a lock of his beard from his body." He catches it in the palm of his hand and stares at it for a moment before handing it over. "Something to remember me by... maybe somebody will."
"You are onto more than you may realize. No matter how much you gather for yourself, you will always want more. Everything that you harvest will rot one day, and no matter how much you feast, you will still grow hungry. You'll never have enough my friend. Never." He stares at his empty tea cup intently for a moment. "The more you grasp for, the heavier your burden. A wise man takes only as much as he can carry."
"Now you ask whether your people are broken, whether they should be saved. They most certainly are broken. I can hardly believe they deserve saving. They still should be rescued though. The doctor doesn't bring his medicine to the healthy, but to the sick and dying." He pauses for a moment and then smiles, "Speaking of want, may I have more tea?"
Szeru slowly pulls back, making a faint choking noise that must pass for sniffling given his lack of a nose. He nods and pours Auburn some more tea. "O-of course. Thank you, sir. This is a strange question, but may I have a bit of your beard? I could use it to grow a being like you in my world. The things here, half-dead as they are, have so much life that even a fragment of them, a whisper of their essence, can become something grand and meaningful in my dimension."
He leans back and considers this for a moment, "A bit of my beard to seed another me? I suppose I could spare a lock." He pulls a pair of shears out of his coat and two blades become one in a flash of silver, severing a lock of his beard from his body. He catches it in the palm of his hand and stares at it for a moment before handing it over. "Something to remember me by... maybe somebody will."
He quickly pockets it. "Thank you, sir. Thank you so much. But... why wouldn't anyone remember you? Surely you have friends, family. Stories to share."
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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.
"You are onto more than you may realize. No matter how much you gather for yourself, you will always want more. Everything that you harvest will rot one day, and no matter how much you feast, you will still grow hungry. You'll never have enough my friend. Never." He stares at his empty tea cup intently for a moment. "The more you grasp for, the heavier your burden. A wise man takes only as much as he can carry."
"Now you ask whether your people are broken, whether they should be saved. They most certainly are broken. I can hardly believe they deserve saving. They still should be rescued though. The doctor doesn't bring his medicine to the healthy, but to the sick and dying." He pauses for a moment and then smiles, "Speaking of want, may I have more tea?"
Szeru slowly pulls back, making a faint choking noise that must pass for sniffling given his lack of a nose. He nods and pours Auburn some more tea. "O-of course. Thank you, sir. This is a strange question, but may I have a bit of your beard? I could use it to grow a being like you in my world. The things here, half-dead as they are, have so much life that even a fragment of them, a whisper of their essence, can become something grand and meaningful in my dimension."
He leans back and considers this for a moment, "A bit of my beard to seed another me? I suppose I could spare a lock." He pulls a pair of shears out of his coat and two blades become one in a flash of silver, severing a lock of his beard from his body. He catches it in the palm of his hand and stares at it for a moment before handing it over. "Something to remember me by... maybe somebody will."
He quickly pockets it. "Thank you, sir. Thank you so much. But... why wouldn't anyone remember you? Surely you have friends, family. Stories to share."
"My family... my wife died long ago." He hesitates, his eyes staring at the steaming contents of his cup. As if the answer to your question could rise up with the vapor any second. "No doubt I will be in the mind of some for a while. I do have friends. But all must pass away at their time and eventually I will be forgotten. Forgetting -- it's a strange thing isn't it? I reckon most folks have forgotten more than they will ever know. Entire lifetimes have been lost to the ages, how different would we be if we knew everything we once did? Every moment we pass through molds us differently and surely the forgotten ones leave their marks even if they can't be recalled." He looks back up at you. Straight at you. Perhaps for the first time this entire conversation. You notice that his eyes seem to shine with a distant, flickering light. "I apologize. At my age you spend a lot of time looking back at your life and I've often thought about the parts that are out of sight. Whether or not I am remembered when I go does not matter much to me. Humans put a lot of value on remembrance as if it was a form of immortality. It's not. The fragments of who you were in the minds of those you met aren't really you. They are simply reflections of what another person has seen of you, but nobody sees it all. At least, that's my understanding." He looks away and takes a sip of his tea.
He quickly pockets it. "Thank you, sir. Thank you so much. But... why wouldn't anyone remember you? Surely you have friends, family. Stories to share."
"My family... my wife died long ago." He hesitates, his eyes staring at the steaming contents of his cup. As if the answer to your question could rise up with the vapor any second. "No doubt I will be in the mind of some for a while. I do have friends. But all must pass away at their time and eventually I will be forgotten. Forgetting -- it's a strange thing isn't it? I reckon most folks have forgotten more than they will ever know. Entire lifetimes have been lost to the ages, how different would we be if we knew everything we once did? Every moment we pass through molds us differently and surely the forgotten ones leave their marks even if they can't be recalled." He looks back up at you. Straight at you. Perhaps for the first time this entire conversation. You notice that his eyes seem to shine with a distant, flickering light. "I apologize. At my age you spend a lot of time looking back at your life and I've often thought about the parts that are out of sight. Whether or not I am remembered when I go does not matter much to me. Humans put a lot of value on remembrance as if it was a form of immortality. It's not. The fragments of who you were in the minds of those you met aren't really you. They are simply reflections of what another person has seen of you, but nobody sees it all. At least, that's my understanding." He looks away and takes a sip of his tea.
Szeru seems a bit confused. "Why... would you want immortality? I only know it by definition, but it just sounds... unspeakably, unforgivably cruel."
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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.
"My family... my wife died long ago." He hesitates, his eyes staring at the steaming contents of his cup. As if the answer to your question could rise up with the vapor any second. "No doubt I will be in the mind of some for a while. I do have friends. But all must pass away at their time and eventually I will be forgotten. Forgetting -- it's a strange thing isn't it? I reckon most folks have forgotten more than they will ever know. Entire lifetimes have been lost to the ages, how different would we be if we knew everything we once did? Every moment we pass through molds us differently and surely the forgotten ones leave their marks even if they can't be recalled." He looks back up at you. Straight at you. Perhaps for the first time this entire conversation. You notice that his eyes seem to shine with a distant, flickering light. "I apologize. At my age you spend a lot of time looking back at your life and I've often thought about the parts that are out of sight. Whether or not I am remembered when I go does not matter much to me. Humans put a lot of value on remembrance as if it was a form of immortality. It's not. The fragments of who you were in the minds of those you met aren't really you. They are simply reflections of what another person has seen of you, but nobody sees it all. At least, that's my understanding." He looks away and takes a sip of his tea.
Szeru seems a bit confused. "Why... would you want immortality? I only know it by definition, but it just sounds... unspeakably, unforgivably cruel."
"Mortals fear the arrival of the Sweeper and the end of their lives. Death is both terribly familiar and unknown. Folks comfort themselves with fantasies of never dying, but in reality this leads to a life that is worn ragged and stretched thin to a breaking."
Szeru seems a bit confused. "Why... would you want immortality? I only know it by definition, but it just sounds... unspeakably, unforgivably cruel."
"Mortals fear the arrival of the Sweeper and the end of their lives. Death is both terribly familiar and unknown. Folks comfort themselves with fantasies of never dying, but in reality this leads to a life that is worn ragged and stretched thin to a breaking."
"That sounds like my world to a tee. Maybe it lived too long. That could what happened." He stares at his empty plate. "What would you like to eat?"
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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.
Szeru seems a bit confused. "Why... would you want immortality? I only know it by definition, but it just sounds... unspeakably, unforgivably cruel."
"Mortals fear the arrival of the Sweeper and the end of their lives. Death is both terribly familiar and unknown. Folks comfort themselves with fantasies of never dying, but in reality this leads to a life that is worn ragged and stretched thin to a breaking."
"That sounds like my world to a tee. Maybe it lived too long. That could what happened." He stares at his empty plate. "What would you like to eat?"
"That sounds like my world to a tee. Maybe it lived too long. That could what happened." He stares at his empty plate. "What would you like to eat?"
"Anything," He answers, "Anything at all."
Szeru pulls out more Manna from his pocket and begins to knead it. Then he stops. "I don't know anymore." He drops it onto the plate, creating a deep, black pit at the bottom of the dish. He stares at it. "It feels like... I don't know. Perhaps we need Death as much as life." He pulls his head off, revealing the long tongue that puppeteered it. he cracks his skull open above the hole, filling it with some sort of blue mass that resembles an egg with its separate parts. "Life... is beautiful, but my world doesn't have a way to end." He crumbles more Manna fluff onto the egg, which turns into black and gold fire, which cooks the egg instantly. "That's right. That's alright. It took awhile, but I get it now." He reaches into his hat and pulls out a fistful of white and gold ground meat, which he then dollops onto the egg, cooking it just as quickly. He places a fork and knife beside the evidently completed dish.
"Mortalist's Breakfast. Please enjoy."
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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.
"That sounds like my world to a tee. Maybe it lived too long. That could what happened." He stares at his empty plate. "What would you like to eat?"
"Anything," He answers, "Anything at all."
Szeru pulls out more Manna from his pocket and begins to knead it. Then he stops. "I don't know anymore." He drops it onto the plate, creating a deep, black pit at the bottom of the dish. He stares at it. "It feels like... I don't know. Perhaps we need Death as much as life." He pulls his head off, revealing the long tongue that puppeteered it. he cracks his skull open above the hole, filling it with some sort of blue mass that resembles an egg with its separate parts. "Life... is beautiful, but my world doesn't have a way to end." He crumbles more Manna fluff onto the egg, which turns into black and gold fire, which cooks the egg instantly. "That's right. That's alright. It took awhile, but I get it now." He reaches into his hat and pulls out a fistful of white and gold ground meat, which he then dollops onto the egg, cooking it just as quickly. He places a fork and knife beside the evidently completed dish.
"Mortalist's Breakfast. Please enjoy."
"Your cooking process is fascinating, your philosophizing is as well." He says before taking a bite.
Szeru pulls out more Manna from his pocket and begins to knead it. Then he stops. "I don't know anymore." He drops it onto the plate, creating a deep, black pit at the bottom of the dish. He stares at it. "It feels like... I don't know. Perhaps we need Death as much as life." He pulls his head off, revealing the long tongue that puppeteered it. he cracks his skull open above the hole, filling it with some sort of blue mass that resembles an egg with its separate parts. "Life... is beautiful, but my world doesn't have a way to end." He crumbles more Manna fluff onto the egg, which turns into black and gold fire, which cooks the egg instantly. "That's right. That's alright. It took awhile, but I get it now." He reaches into his hat and pulls out a fistful of white and gold ground meat, which he then dollops onto the egg, cooking it just as quickly. He places a fork and knife beside the evidently completed dish.
"Mortalist's Breakfast. Please enjoy."
"Your cooking process is fascinating, your philosophizing is as well." He says before taking a bite.
It tastes great, but unconventional. It was clearly created by a fundamentalist, someone who believes the ingredients should speak for themselves. The egg has a faintly fruity flavor, and the meat is tender, but with a decent chew to it. It's plump and juicy despite being ground, something like a bacon burger. It tastes a bit like heart meat too, and overall the meal is very rich.
He places his hat over where his head used to be, shadowing the tongue entirely. A pair of mismatched, misaligned eyes appear. He pours another cup of the sharp, sweet tea.
"Life and death together, a cycle to be loved and feared. A brilliant conclusion befits a brilliant life, wouldn't you say? So I don't need to keep my world from collapsing. I just need to make it brilliant for a time. After that, I can start anew, free from this burden, this emptiness. Thank you, Auburn. My family, in their ruin, will die, but that is what fits creatures of our sorry state. All I need give them is time for a joyous last hurrah."
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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 smiles, “You’d be surprised by how many people are just as confused as you. I very much like your game.”
"Oh goody thank you! I greatly enjoy being able to provide the rule followers with my apples. I hope it's alright if my fellow Barrels and I stay here, in your land? It fits our wants and needs very nicely. We can even attend any royal parties you have, and things of that manner, since we can provide fun and food."
"Of course you may. You'll fit in perfectly. You may set your barrels up just about anywhere you like. How many of your kind are there?"
He frowns slightly in thought. "Actually, I'm unaware. Anywhere between 5 and 15, I'd say!"
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
*Cut for EJODM* Out of the ghoul gate steps the oversized figure of a Son of Amina. Somehow, he is able to squeeze a twelve foot tall frame out of the tombstone door. Two ginormous eyes of cold, yellow light shine out of his face. He is dressed in a loose tunic that used to be white but has been stained with yellow mold. Brown canvas pants clad his bow legged legs and dangling from his huge ears are a fork and a knife, hanging as earrings.
“Amina does not take kindly to attacks on her family.”
"Amina can not take kindly all she likes, scum." Fahkar raises his blade, the dawn light spilling over the Son and the Ghouls, the latter of which are paralyzed. A soft, feminine voice seems to emanate from the blade. "Fight and suffer a terrible fate. Surrender yourself and you will die quickly. I recommend the second option."
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Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
I like cheese.
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"You are onto more than you may realize. No matter how much you gather for yourself, you will always want more. Everything that you harvest will rot one day, and no matter how much you feast, you will still grow hungry. You'll never have enough my friend. Never." He stares at his empty tea cup intently for a moment. "The more you grasp for, the heavier your burden. A wise man takes only as much as he can carry."
"Now you ask whether your people are broken, whether they should be saved. They most certainly are broken. I can hardly believe they deserve saving. They still should be rescued though. The doctor doesn't bring his medicine to the healthy, but to the sick and dying." He pauses for a moment and then smiles, "Speaking of want, may I have more tea?"
Szeru slowly pulls back, making a faint choking noise that must pass for sniffling given his lack of a nose. He nods and pours Auburn some more tea. "O-of course. Thank you, sir. This is a strange question, but may I have a bit of your beard? I could use it to grow a being like you in my world. The things here, half-dead as they are, have so much life that even a fragment of them, a whisper of their essence, can become something grand and meaningful in my dimension."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*i im on the cool mass place*
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
He leans back and considers this for a moment, "A bit of my beard to seed another me? I suppose I could spare a lock." He pulls a pair of shears out of his coat and two blades become one in a flash of silver, severing a lock of his beard from his body." He catches it in the palm of his hand and stares at it for a moment before handing it over. "Something to remember me by... maybe somebody will."
*The what now?*
*Meanwhile At Schloss Scrumptious*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He quickly pockets it. "Thank you, sir. Thank you so much. But... why wouldn't anyone remember you? Surely you have friends, family. Stories to share."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Oh ok. I'm working on both a swing character and a faction to introduce there. The swing character will probably come first.*
"My family... my wife died long ago." He hesitates, his eyes staring at the steaming contents of his cup. As if the answer to your question could rise up with the vapor any second. "No doubt I will be in the mind of some for a while. I do have friends. But all must pass away at their time and eventually I will be forgotten. Forgetting -- it's a strange thing isn't it? I reckon most folks have forgotten more than they will ever know. Entire lifetimes have been lost to the ages, how different would we be if we knew everything we once did? Every moment we pass through molds us differently and surely the forgotten ones leave their marks even if they can't be recalled." He looks back up at you. Straight at you. Perhaps for the first time this entire conversation. You notice that his eyes seem to shine with a distant, flickering light. "I apologize. At my age you spend a lot of time looking back at your life and I've often thought about the parts that are out of sight. Whether or not I am remembered when I go does not matter much to me. Humans put a lot of value on remembrance as if it was a form of immortality. It's not. The fragments of who you were in the minds of those you met aren't really you. They are simply reflections of what another person has seen of you, but nobody sees it all. At least, that's my understanding." He looks away and takes a sip of his tea.
Szeru seems a bit confused. "Why... would you want immortality? I only know it by definition, but it just sounds... unspeakably, unforgivably cruel."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Mortals fear the arrival of the Sweeper and the end of their lives. Death is both terribly familiar and unknown. Folks comfort themselves with fantasies of never dying, but in reality this leads to a life that is worn ragged and stretched thin to a breaking."
"That sounds like my world to a tee. Maybe it lived too long. That could what happened." He stares at his empty plate. "What would you like to eat?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Anything," He answers, "Anything at all."
Szeru pulls out more Manna from his pocket and begins to knead it. Then he stops. "I don't know anymore." He drops it onto the plate, creating a deep, black pit at the bottom of the dish. He stares at it. "It feels like... I don't know. Perhaps we need Death as much as life." He pulls his head off, revealing the long tongue that puppeteered it. he cracks his skull open above the hole, filling it with some sort of blue mass that resembles an egg with its separate parts. "Life... is beautiful, but my world doesn't have a way to end." He crumbles more Manna fluff onto the egg, which turns into black and gold fire, which cooks the egg instantly. "That's right. That's alright. It took awhile, but I get it now." He reaches into his hat and pulls out a fistful of white and gold ground meat, which he then dollops onto the egg, cooking it just as quickly. He places a fork and knife beside the evidently completed dish.
"Mortalist's Breakfast. Please enjoy."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Your cooking process is fascinating, your philosophizing is as well." He says before taking a bite.
It tastes great, but unconventional. It was clearly created by a fundamentalist, someone who believes the ingredients should speak for themselves. The egg has a faintly fruity flavor, and the meat is tender, but with a decent chew to it. It's plump and juicy despite being ground, something like a bacon burger. It tastes a bit like heart meat too, and overall the meal is very rich.
He places his hat over where his head used to be, shadowing the tongue entirely. A pair of mismatched, misaligned eyes appear. He pours another cup of the sharp, sweet tea.
"Life and death together, a cycle to be loved and feared. A brilliant conclusion befits a brilliant life, wouldn't you say? So I don't need to keep my world from collapsing. I just need to make it brilliant for a time. After that, I can start anew, free from this burden, this emptiness. Thank you, Auburn. My family, in their ruin, will die, but that is what fits creatures of our sorry state. All I need give them is time for a joyous last hurrah."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I gotta go fairly soon*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Goodnight, my lovelies!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He frowns slightly in thought. "Actually, I'm unaware. Anywhere between 5 and 15, I'd say!"
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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"Amina can not take kindly all she likes, scum." Fahkar raises his blade, the dawn light spilling over the Son and the Ghouls, the latter of which are paralyzed. A soft, feminine voice seems to emanate from the blade. "Fight and suffer a terrible fate. Surrender yourself and you will die quickly. I recommend the second option."
Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
I like cheese.