*So quick question for my own character making, what is the standard person that exists here? how far/high do i get to reach*
*I'm pretty sure it's a regular fantasy thing, of course there are outliers like one of Baalze's characters that eats babies, but other than that it's pretty normal.*
*He doesn't eat babies, but that's because he only eats fear.*
*So he would eat babies if he could?*
*Possibly.*
*Also, I have a new character that I plan on introing soon. He's a demon prince by technicality, which is the best kind of demon prince.*
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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.
*So quick question for my own character making, what is the standard person that exists here? how far/high do i get to reach*
*I'm pretty sure it's a regular fantasy thing, of course there are outliers like one of Baalze's characters that eats babies, but other than that it's pretty normal.*
*He doesn't eat babies, but that's because he only eats fear.*
*So he would eat babies if he could?*
*Possibly.*
*Also, I have a new character that I plan on introing soon. He's a demon prince by technicality, which is the best kind of demon prince.*
*So quick question for my own character making, what is the standard person that exists here? how far/high do i get to reach*
*I'm pretty sure it's a regular fantasy thing, of course there are outliers like one of Baalze's characters that eats babies, but other than that it's pretty normal.*
*He doesn't eat babies, but that's because he only eats fear.*
*So he would eat babies if he could?*
*Possibly.*
*Also, I have a new character that I plan on introing soon. He's a demon prince by technicality, which is the best kind of demon prince.*
*I mean humans eat babies daily*
*By technicality that is also true.*
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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.'
A lean, muscular human wearing an orange turtleneck sweater, glasses, and a black leather duster and pants is sitting on a headstone, drinking a cup of coffee and eating a chicken leg. He finishes the leg quickly and tosses the bone onto the steadily growing hill of the remains of dinners past. He waves a hand as the edges of his coat stretch out and touch the pile of bones, animating several patchwork animal skeletons made to go and fetch him some more food.
“Experience comes with age.” He says and he pinches up the blood mud, rolling it up in his fingers. “I admire your outlook. It is very unique among the elves.”
He finally takes the last splinter out of his hand, "It is only a matter of time until one of us were different from the rest. How old are you?" He says going back to sharpening the blade.
“Increasingly ancient,” he answers vaguely. “I have been around as long harvests and ghost stories and red leaves have been.” He begins to pinch and prod the ball of mud blood, giving it shape and form. The tips of his fingers become stained rust red.
He smiles widely, genuine and bright “I suppose it was rude of me to ask another their age. It doesn’t matter regardless, you are most likely centuries over myself in age. What are you making there?” He looks to the blood tinted mud as it takes form.
He begins to smooth autumn leaves from his beard to the round clay form. Then he fans out the leaves around the sides and the back of the clay figure. He sticks to small sticks under it and you suddenly realize that he has made a bird. It perches on his finger and twitters and twitches about, full of life. Its stick feet don’t look like twigs, they look like real bird talons coved in bark. It rustles its orange and red leaf feathers and flaps up into the air, circling around above your head.
“Experience comes with age.” He says and he pinches up the blood mud, rolling it up in his fingers. “I admire your outlook. It is very unique among the elves.”
He finally takes the last splinter out of his hand, "It is only a matter of time until one of us were different from the rest. How old are you?" He says going back to sharpening the blade.
“Increasingly ancient,” he answers vaguely. “I have been around as long harvests and ghost stories and red leaves have been.” He begins to pinch and prod the ball of mud blood, giving it shape and form. The tips of his fingers become stained rust red.
He smiles widely, genuine and bright “I suppose it was rude of me to ask another their age. It doesn’t matter regardless, you are most likely centuries over myself in age. What are you making there?” He looks to the blood tinted mud as it takes form.
He begins to smooth autumn leaves from his beard to the round clay form. Then he fans out the leaves around the sides and the back of the clay figure. He sticks to small sticks under it and you suddenly realize that he has made a bird. It perches on his finger and twitters and twitches about, full of life. Its stick feet don’t look like twigs, they look like real bird talons coved in bark. It rustles its orange and red leaf feathers and flaps up into the air, circling around above your head.
He begins to rub his hands through his own scruffy unkempt beard in contemplation "That is powerful magic, fitting to be had by a powerful sovereign such as yourself. Although I do not consider myself to be a citizen of this realm you have built, I can respect the power and grit it takes to be a good king." He watches the bird, the slight smile returning to his expression once more.
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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.'
Helianth suddenly fixates all its attention on the Librarian after hearing what he said. "Marvelous! Where would this Spelljammer be? Can you show me on a map?"
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Donn is enjoying a good cup of peppermint and rose tea while sitting at a magically placed table in the woods. He is eating what appears to be scones that were baked with little chocolate chips in a shape of cats.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Donn is enjoying a good cup of peppermint and rose tea while sitting at a magically placed table in the woods. He is eating what appears to be scones that were baked with little chocolate chips in a shape of cats.
A lean, muscular human wearing an orange turtleneck sweater, glasses, and a black leather duster and pants casually walks over with the purpose of someone walking across the living room to reach the remote or to pet their cat.
"Hey, Dad." His voice is deep and gentle, like a rainstorm on the roof when you're trying to sleep. He has wild hair, sharp teeth, and some radiance burn scars on his face and hands. He looks familiar, but the scars and clean clothes make him hard to identify. "It's been a while."
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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.
Donn is enjoying a good cup of peppermint and rose tea while sitting at a magically placed table in the woods. He is eating what appears to be scones that were baked with little chocolate chips in a shape of cats.
A lean, muscular human wearing an orange turtleneck sweater, glasses, and a black leather duster and pants casually walks over with the purpose of someone walking across the living room to reach the remote or to pet their cat.
"Hey, Dad." His voice is deep and gentle, like a rainstorm on the roof when you're trying to sleep. He has wild hair, sharp teeth, and some radiance burn scars on his face and hands. He looks familiar, but the scars and clean clothes make him hard to identify. "It's been a while."
Donn nearly jumps, this creature of nightmares getting frightened is almost comical.
He turns around and grins, beaming brightly. "I know that voice. Sit, eat, tell me what you've been up to." He said, sipping the tea.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A lean, muscular human wearing an orange turtleneck sweater, glasses, and a black leather duster and pants casually walks over with the purpose of someone walking across the living room to reach the remote or to pet their cat.
"Hey, Dad." His voice is deep and gentle, like a rainstorm on the roof when you're trying to sleep. He has wild hair, sharp teeth, and some radiance burn scars on his face and hands. He looks familiar, but the scars and clean clothes make him hard to identify. "It's been a while."
Donn nearly jumps, this creature of nightmares getting frightened is almost comical.
He turns around and grins, beaming brightly. "I know that voice. Sit, eat, tell me what you've been up to." He said, sipping the tea.
He smiles and sits down, picking up a scone. "These look nice." He puts the entire thing in his mouth and begins to chew. He looks like he still has room in there. He swallows, piles some on his plate and begins to talk. "So, I forget my old name so I can't jog your memory with that, but a while back I held off some paladins so the rest of you guys could escape. You wanted to stop me or help me, but... eh, it's a little fuzzy, I'm not sure if I convinced you to take care of the others or if you stuck around. It was a while ago, like I said. Those paladin guys were tough, but I managed to take a few down before succumbing. The gods saw me sympathizing with the forces of darkness, so they sent me to be reborn in the Demon Pit. I was adopted by the Demon King, became the CEO of the global megacorporation Third Seal, slaughtered some more paladins, gave out food to the rich and poor indiscriminately, and eventually I found you."
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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.
A lean, muscular human wearing an orange turtleneck sweater, glasses, and a black leather duster and pants casually walks over with the purpose of someone walking across the living room to reach the remote or to pet their cat.
"Hey, Dad." His voice is deep and gentle, like a rainstorm on the roof when you're trying to sleep. He has wild hair, sharp teeth, and some radiance burn scars on his face and hands. He looks familiar, but the scars and clean clothes make him hard to identify. "It's been a while."
Donn nearly jumps, this creature of nightmares getting frightened is almost comical.
He turns around and grins, beaming brightly. "I know that voice. Sit, eat, tell me what you've been up to." He said, sipping the tea.
He smiles and sits down, picking up a scone. "These look nice." He puts the entire thing in his mouth and begins to chew. He looks like he still has room in there. He swallows, piles some on his plate and begins to talk. "So, I forget my old name so I can't jog your memory with that, but a while back I held off some paladins so the rest of you guys could escape. You wanted to stop me or help me, but... eh, it's a little fuzzy, I'm not sure if I convinced you to take care of the others or if you stuck around. It was a while ago, like I said. Those paladin guys were tough, but I managed to take a few down before succumbing. The gods saw me sympathizing with the forces of darkness, so they sent me to be reborn in the Demon Pit. I was adopted by the Demon King, became the CEO of the global megacorporation Third Seal, slaughtered some more paladins, gave out food to the rich and poor indiscriminately, and eventually I found you."
"I can find my children anywhere. Names are temporary, a placeholder until the find their real name." He says, setting his cup down and leaning forward "But amazing! Look how much you have grown! And you are doing so well out in the world!"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
He smiles and sits down, picking up a scone. "These look nice." He puts the entire thing in his mouth and begins to chew. He looks like he still has room in there. He swallows, piles some on his plate and begins to talk. "So, I forget my old name so I can't jog your memory with that, but a while back I held off some paladins so the rest of you guys could escape. You wanted to stop me or help me, but... eh, it's a little fuzzy, I'm not sure if I convinced you to take care of the others or if you stuck around. It was a while ago, like I said. Those paladin guys were tough, but I managed to take a few down before succumbing. The gods saw me sympathizing with the forces of darkness, so they sent me to be reborn in the Demon Pit. I was adopted by the Demon King, became the CEO of the global megacorporation Third Seal, slaughtered some more paladins, gave out food to the rich and poor indiscriminately, and eventually I found you."
"I can find my children anywhere. Names are temporary, a placeholder until the find their real name." He says, setting his cup down and leaning forward "But amazing! Look how much you have grown! And you are doing so well out in the world!"
He smiles, eating two more scones in a single bite as he admires a third. As soon as he swallows, he looks back up at Donn. "Thanks, Dad. It's hard sometimes, but you taught me that everyone deserves kindness. How're my siblings doing?"
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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 and sits down, picking up a scone. "These look nice." He puts the entire thing in his mouth and begins to chew. He looks like he still has room in there. He swallows, piles some on his plate and begins to talk. "So, I forget my old name so I can't jog your memory with that, but a while back I held off some paladins so the rest of you guys could escape. You wanted to stop me or help me, but... eh, it's a little fuzzy, I'm not sure if I convinced you to take care of the others or if you stuck around. It was a while ago, like I said. Those paladin guys were tough, but I managed to take a few down before succumbing. The gods saw me sympathizing with the forces of darkness, so they sent me to be reborn in the Demon Pit. I was adopted by the Demon King, became the CEO of the global megacorporation Third Seal, slaughtered some more paladins, gave out food to the rich and poor indiscriminately, and eventually I found you."
"I can find my children anywhere. Names are temporary, a placeholder until the find their real name." He says, setting his cup down and leaning forward "But amazing! Look how much you have grown! And you are doing so well out in the world!"
He smiles, eating two more scones in a single bite as he admires a third. As soon as he swallows, he looks back up at Donn. "Thanks, Dad. It's hard sometimes, but you taught me that everyone deserves kindness. How're my siblings doing?"
"The rest are doing well. Ashelgiuf is still grumpy about her existence. Ame, Ane, and Anu are still haunting the underworld. Beelze and Buulze are working at a carnival at the moment."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
He smiles, eating two more scones in a single bite as he admires a third. As soon as he swallows, he looks back up at Donn. "Thanks, Dad. It's hard sometimes, but you taught me that everyone deserves kindness. How're my siblings doing?"
"The rest are doing well. Ashelgiuf is still grumpy about her existence. Ame, Ane, and Anu are still haunting the underworld. Beelze and Buulze are working at a carnival at the moment."
"That's nice. I remember there were more, but it's been a while. So tell me, how have you been doing? As soon as I got most of my memories back, I felt like I needed to check on you specifically." He leans forward a bit. The scones are gone by now and he's begun drinking cup after cup of tea.
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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, eating two more scones in a single bite as he admires a third. As soon as he swallows, he looks back up at Donn. "Thanks, Dad. It's hard sometimes, but you taught me that everyone deserves kindness. How're my siblings doing?"
"The rest are doing well. Ashelgiuf is still grumpy about her existence. Ame, Ane, and Anu are still haunting the underworld. Beelze and Buulze are working at a carnival at the moment."
"That's nice. I remember there were more, but it's been a while. So tell me, how have you been doing? As soon as I got most of my memories back, I felt like I needed to check on you specifically." He leans forward a bit. The scones are gone by now and he's begun drinking cup after cup of tea.
Donn chuckles and waves a hand, more scones appear along with jellies of every kind. A fresh pot of tea starts brewing. "Well, for one, I married my beloved. You now have another parental. I left the fey court as my mental health on it seem to deteriorate with every blood minute." He said, stirring honey into his tea "Most of my children are grown up these day dear, out making impacts on the world in ways I could only dream of."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A lean, muscular human wearing an orange turtleneck sweater, glasses, and a black leather duster and pants is sitting on a headstone, drinking a cup of coffee and eating a chicken leg. He finishes the leg quickly and tosses the bone onto the steadily growing hill of the remains of dinners past. He waves a hand as the edges of his coat stretch out and touch the pile of bones, animating several patchwork animal skeletons made to go and fetch him some more food.
They hear the sound of sizzling in the air as well as the sound of crashing metal coming from a nearby building, most likely a forgery of some kind. The smell of burning logs and other foliage in the air, ash falling from the chimney like black snow. The door to the building closed as the person within works on something, shadows moving from behind their tinted windows.
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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.'
"That's nice. I remember there were more, but it's been a while. So tell me, how have you been doing? As soon as I got most of my memories back, I felt like I needed to check on you specifically." He leans forward a bit. The scones are gone by now and he's begun drinking cup after cup of tea.
Donn chuckles and waves a hand, more scones appear along with jellies of every kind. A fresh pot of tea starts brewing. "Well, for one, I married my beloved. You now have another parental. I left the fey court as my mental health on it seem to deteriorate with every blood minute." He said, stirring honey into his tea "Most of my children are grown up these day dear, out making impacts on the world in ways I could only dream of."
"That's all very nice. I've always wanted a bigger family." He sighs as Donn conjures the food. "I forgot about my hunger again. The gnawing has gotten worse since I was resurrected."
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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's nice. I remember there were more, but it's been a while. So tell me, how have you been doing? As soon as I got most of my memories back, I felt like I needed to check on you specifically." He leans forward a bit. The scones are gone by now and he's begun drinking cup after cup of tea.
Donn chuckles and waves a hand, more scones appear along with jellies of every kind. A fresh pot of tea starts brewing. "Well, for one, I married my beloved. You now have another parental. I left the fey court as my mental health on it seem to deteriorate with every blood minute." He said, stirring honey into his tea "Most of my children are grown up these day dear, out making impacts on the world in ways I could only dream of."
"That's all very nice. I've always wanted a bigger family." He sighs as Donn conjures the food. "I forgot about my hunger again. The gnawing has gotten worse since I was resurrected."
Donn thinks "I could make you a few things." He said, tilting his head "Hunger is ravenous and it can cause more issues than help. I hate to see you be hungry."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
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*Possibly.*
*Also, I have a new character that I plan on introing soon. He's a demon prince by technicality, which is the best kind of demon prince.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I mean humans eat babies daily*
*By technicality that is also true.*
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.)
A lean, muscular human wearing an orange turtleneck sweater, glasses, and a black leather duster and pants is sitting on a headstone, drinking a cup of coffee and eating a chicken leg. He finishes the leg quickly and tosses the bone onto the steadily growing hill of the remains of dinners past. He waves a hand as the edges of his coat stretch out and touch the pile of bones, animating several patchwork animal skeletons made to go and fetch him some more food.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He begins to smooth autumn leaves from his beard to the round clay form. Then he fans out the leaves around the sides and the back of the clay figure. He sticks to small sticks under it and you suddenly realize that he has made a bird. It perches on his finger and twitters and twitches about, full of life. Its stick feet don’t look like twigs, they look like real bird talons coved in bark. It rustles its orange and red leaf feathers and flaps up into the air, circling around above your head.
He begins to rub his hands through his own scruffy unkempt beard in contemplation "That is powerful magic, fitting to be had by a powerful sovereign such as yourself. Although I do not consider myself to be a citizen of this realm you have built, I can respect the power and grit it takes to be a good king." He watches the bird, the slight smile returning to his expression once more.
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.)
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*Anyone wanna RP? I just introed a demon prince of famine in disguise*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Donn is enjoying a good cup of peppermint and rose tea while sitting at a magically placed table in the woods. He is eating what appears to be scones that were baked with little chocolate chips in a shape of cats.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
A lean, muscular human wearing an orange turtleneck sweater, glasses, and a black leather duster and pants casually walks over with the purpose of someone walking across the living room to reach the remote or to pet their cat.
"Hey, Dad." His voice is deep and gentle, like a rainstorm on the roof when you're trying to sleep. He has wild hair, sharp teeth, and some radiance burn scars on his face and hands. He looks familiar, but the scars and clean clothes make him hard to identify. "It's been a while."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Donn nearly jumps, this creature of nightmares getting frightened is almost comical.
He turns around and grins, beaming brightly. "I know that voice. Sit, eat, tell me what you've been up to." He said, sipping the tea.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He smiles and sits down, picking up a scone. "These look nice." He puts the entire thing in his mouth and begins to chew. He looks like he still has room in there. He swallows, piles some on his plate and begins to talk. "So, I forget my old name so I can't jog your memory with that, but a while back I held off some paladins so the rest of you guys could escape. You wanted to stop me or help me, but... eh, it's a little fuzzy, I'm not sure if I convinced you to take care of the others or if you stuck around. It was a while ago, like I said. Those paladin guys were tough, but I managed to take a few down before succumbing. The gods saw me sympathizing with the forces of darkness, so they sent me to be reborn in the Demon Pit. I was adopted by the Demon King, became the CEO of the global megacorporation Third Seal, slaughtered some more paladins, gave out food to the rich and poor indiscriminately, and eventually I found you."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I can find my children anywhere. Names are temporary, a placeholder until the find their real name." He says, setting his cup down and leaning forward "But amazing! Look how much you have grown! And you are doing so well out in the world!"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He smiles, eating two more scones in a single bite as he admires a third. As soon as he swallows, he looks back up at Donn. "Thanks, Dad. It's hard sometimes, but you taught me that everyone deserves kindness. How're my siblings doing?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"The rest are doing well. Ashelgiuf is still grumpy about her existence. Ame, Ane, and Anu are still haunting the underworld. Beelze and Buulze are working at a carnival at the moment."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"That's nice. I remember there were more, but it's been a while. So tell me, how have you been doing? As soon as I got most of my memories back, I felt like I needed to check on you specifically." He leans forward a bit. The scones are gone by now and he's begun drinking cup after cup of tea.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Donn chuckles and waves a hand, more scones appear along with jellies of every kind. A fresh pot of tea starts brewing. "Well, for one, I married my beloved. You now have another parental. I left the fey court as my mental health on it seem to deteriorate with every blood minute." He said, stirring honey into his tea "Most of my children are grown up these day dear, out making impacts on the world in ways I could only dream of."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
They hear the sound of sizzling in the air as well as the sound of crashing metal coming from a nearby building, most likely a forgery of some kind. The smell of burning logs and other foliage in the air, ash falling from the chimney like black snow. The door to the building closed as the person within works on something, shadows moving from behind their tinted windows.
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.)
"That's all very nice. I've always wanted a bigger family." He sighs as Donn conjures the food. "I forgot about my hunger again. The gnawing has gotten worse since I was resurrected."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Donn thinks "I could make you a few things." He said, tilting his head "Hunger is ravenous and it can cause more issues than help. I hate to see you be hungry."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]