A short, chubby young man with freckles stands under the Waffle House sign, using the yellow glow as his only source of light. His eyes glow, chill pink spirals set under his unruly mop of purple-dyed hair. He's dressed in a manager's uniform, the short sleeves revealing the hyperpigmentation on his fingers and hands. He looks completely relaxed, and one might even think he was stoned.
Nightmares or those with high enough Spiritual Sensitivity will see that he has a soft and casual outfit on over his uniform, made of the fur of several pure white Nightmares. A Korean straight sword, also normally invisible, hangs at his side in a sheath decorated with Nocturnite in floral patterns.
Melissa, after getting full after half a waffle, notices the man standing outside, and excuses herself to go investigate
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Hi, I'm Anders. I like wreaking havoc in TTRPGs and listening to Swedish Death Metal. I currently am in the process of starting a campaign, GMed by your's truly. Entombed is a great band, you should check 'em out.
A short, chubby young man with freckles stands under the Waffle House sign, using the yellow glow as his only source of light. His eyes glow, chill pink spirals set under his unruly mop of purple-dyed hair. He's dressed in a manager's uniform, the short sleeves revealing the hyperpigmentation on his fingers and hands. He looks completely relaxed, and one might even think he was stoned.
Nightmares or those with high enough Spiritual Sensitivity will see that he has a soft and casual outfit on over his uniform, made of the fur of several pure white Nightmares. A Korean straight sword, also normally invisible, hangs at his side in a sheath decorated with Nocturnite in floral patterns.
*Oh sorry I didn't notice him*
Violence comes back from a walk, the bell on the door ringing as he walks inside. He looks tired, but as he breaths in the Dark Energy filled air of the Waffle House, he feels renewed before walking back outside and standing next to the manager, "Good afternoon."
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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 short, chubby young man with freckles stands under the Waffle House sign, using the yellow glow as his only source of light. His eyes glow, chill pink spirals set under his unruly mop of purple-dyed hair. He's dressed in a manager's uniform, the short sleeves revealing the hyperpigmentation on his fingers and hands. He looks completely relaxed, and one might even think he was stoned.
Nightmares or those with high enough Spiritual Sensitivity will see that he has a soft and casual outfit on over his uniform, made of the fur of several pure white Nightmares. A Korean straight sword, also normally invisible, hangs at his side in a sheath decorated with Nocturnite in floral patterns.
The Architect appears from the darkness nearby, her myriad spider-like legs folding back up into her disguise as she walks over and leans against the wall of the building. She notices him, but doesn't immediately say anything.
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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)
She ignores his first question, letting go of his shoulder. "Right now, we just need to get all the Dark Energy collectors prepared and set up some lights in spots- nothing much else to do until more of the attractions get here from the other side. Don't worry, I'll show you how to set up the first one." She explains, her mask showing a grinning visage.
"I wouldn't be surprised if that was the case. From what I gathered so far based on energy readings, there's at least three Nightmare Lords here- don't know who or where exactly, though, but that's what I'm hoping to figure out." She pauses, taking another sip of coffee.
He doesn't seem too bothered by the terrifying appearance before his eyes, adjusting his glasses with a hand, "Hmm, just out of the sake of the hypothetical, after all, I am a scientist. What would happen if I were to simply leave? I know I can't, but if I could?" He asks, smiling softly back at them from behind his trenchcoat collar.
"Right on the money, how clever of you, and one came to visit just the other day. Of course I can't tell you much, or I could, but I don't care enough to be helpful, and if I wanted to I probably would've killed you by now anyway, want a refill?" He asks, finishing his own coffee.
"Well- and this is all purely hypothetical, of course- I'd kill you and use parts of your corpse to build another of my lovely creations. Hypothetically." She explains cheerily, her mask still smiling. "Now, how's about I show you how to set up the first generator so you can get out of here sooner?"
"Sure." She answers, before covering her mouth with her elbow and coughing again. "Hopefully I'll find my answers soon enough- if the other Nightmares don't kill me first, that is." She dryly chuckles, not really believing herself in any danger- whether that confidence comes from too much bravado or not enough sense is difficult to discern.
"I would love to see one of those lovely creations, but I'd rather not become one myself. Why not, I would be happy to help and learning is something I'm always I'm interested in doing." He smiles back at them, putting on his black gloves, snapping them on.
He lets them, laughing a dry, but genuine laugh, "I would hope the same if I wasn't the concept of violence." He picks up their cup, walking over to go refill it, humming a near ancient song with a smile.
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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 short, chubby young man with freckles stands under the Waffle House sign, using the yellow glow as his only source of light. His eyes glow, chill pink spirals set under his unruly mop of purple-dyed hair. He's dressed in a manager's uniform, the short sleeves revealing the hyperpigmentation on his fingers and hands. He looks completely relaxed, and one might even think he was stoned.
Nightmares or those with high enough Spiritual Sensitivity will see that he has a soft and casual outfit on over his uniform, made of the fur of several pure white Nightmares. A Korean straight sword, also normally invisible, hangs at his side in a sheath decorated with Nocturnite in floral patterns.
*Oh sorry I didn't notice him*
Violence comes back from a walk, the bell on the door ringing as he walks inside. He looks tired, but as he breaths in the Dark Energy filled air of the Waffle House, he feels renewed before walking back outside and standing next to the manager, "Good afternoon."
Felix looks over with those big ol' eyes. "Hey. Sorry I wasn't here. You doin' alright?"
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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 short, chubby young man with freckles stands under the Waffle House sign, using the yellow glow as his only source of light. His eyes glow, chill pink spirals set under his unruly mop of purple-dyed hair. He's dressed in a manager's uniform, the short sleeves revealing the hyperpigmentation on his fingers and hands. He looks completely relaxed, and one might even think he was stoned.
Nightmares or those with high enough Spiritual Sensitivity will see that he has a soft and casual outfit on over his uniform, made of the fur of several pure white Nightmares. A Korean straight sword, also normally invisible, hangs at his side in a sheath decorated with Nocturnite in floral patterns.
*Oh sorry I didn't notice him*
Violence comes back from a walk, the bell on the door ringing as he walks inside. He looks tired, but as he breaths in the Dark Energy filled air of the Waffle House, he feels renewed before walking back outside and standing next to the manager, "Good afternoon."
Felix looks over with those big ol' eyes. "Hey. Sorry I wasn't here. You doin' alright?"
"Better than I've been doing, kept everything clean, handled work well enough. We are out of coffee beans." He hands them a cup of tea.
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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 short, chubby young man with freckles stands under the Waffle House sign, using the yellow glow as his only source of light. His eyes glow, chill pink spirals set under his unruly mop of purple-dyed hair. He's dressed in a manager's uniform, the short sleeves revealing the hyperpigmentation on his fingers and hands. He looks completely relaxed, and one might even think he was stoned.
Nightmares or those with high enough Spiritual Sensitivity will see that he has a soft and casual outfit on over his uniform, made of the fur of several pure white Nightmares. A Korean straight sword, also normally invisible, hangs at his side in a sheath decorated with Nocturnite in floral patterns.
The Architect appears from the darkness nearby, her myriad spider-like legs folding back up into her disguise as she walks over and leans against the wall of the building. She notices him, but doesn't immediately say anything.
He hasn't seen her yet, but he starts sniffing the air. "You're a strong one." He mutters, closing his eyes. "You can probably hear me from here, can't you? I honestly have no clue where you are yet, but I don't smell enough testosterone to indicate hostility... but maybe I'm distracted by all the caramel corn. Food always makes it hard for me to focus. You're, uh... the Lord of that fair? A sub-lord?" He's quiet for a moment, taking a sip from his flask.
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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.
Felix looks over with those big ol' eyes. "Hey. Sorry I wasn't here. You doin' alright?"
"Better than I've been doing, kept everything clean, handled work well enough. We are out of coffee beans." He hands them a cup of tea.
He takes it gently. "Damn. That's an issue, but you've obviously been keeping everything in order considering I haven't heard anything from up-top about my failures. I'm proud of you. I don't think I could pull that off when I was a host." He takes a sip. "Good stuff. Better for me than pepto, too. Wait... these aren't that crushed, chopped, and dried stuff." He raises his eyebrows. "You got actual tea leaves?" He seems excited suddenly.
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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.
Felix looks over with those big ol' eyes. "Hey. Sorry I wasn't here. You doin' alright?"
"Better than I've been doing, kept everything clean, handled work well enough. We are out of coffee beans." He hands them a cup of tea.
He takes it gently. "Damn. That's an issue, but you've obviously been keeping everything in order considering I haven't heard anything from up-top about my failures. I'm proud of you. I don't think I could pull that off when I was a host." He takes a sip. "Good stuff. Better for me than pepto, too. Wait... these aren't that crushed, chopped, and dried stuff." He raises his eyebrows. "You got actual tea leaves?" He seems excited suddenly.
"You deserve the real stuff, so I give you the real stuff. Took a while to learn how to grow them, I would've gotten it to you faster otherwise." He sips a cup of coffee, the liquid going through his straw, scolding hot as it goes down his maw "Good to have you back, I have offered another job, you know the kind."
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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.'
He takes it gently. "Damn. That's an issue, but you've obviously been keeping everything in order considering I haven't heard anything from up-top about my failures. I'm proud of you. I don't think I could pull that off when I was a host." He takes a sip. "Good stuff. Better for me than pepto, too. Wait... these aren't that crushed, chopped, and dried stuff." He raises his eyebrows. "You got actual tea leaves?" He seems excited suddenly.
"You deserve the real stuff, so I give you the real stuff. Took a while to learn how to grow them, I would've gotten it to you faster otherwise." He sips a cup of coffee, the liquid going through his straw, scolding hot as it goes down his maw "Good to have you back, I have offered another job, you know the kind."
He gives Violence a pat on the back. "Ah. The Wild Hunt. Saw some folks on the Occult Anonymous Board freaking out about it. You can join in if you want, I won't mind. Well, I will, but I can hold down the fort while you're out. Also, you grew your own tea leaves? That's a bit above and beyond just to impress your manager."
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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 takes it gently. "Damn. That's an issue, but you've obviously been keeping everything in order considering I haven't heard anything from up-top about my failures. I'm proud of you. I don't think I could pull that off when I was a host." He takes a sip. "Good stuff. Better for me than pepto, too. Wait... these aren't that crushed, chopped, and dried stuff." He raises his eyebrows. "You got actual tea leaves?" He seems excited suddenly.
"You deserve the real stuff, so I give you the real stuff. Took a while to learn how to grow them, I would've gotten it to you faster otherwise." He sips a cup of coffee, the liquid going through his straw, scolding hot as it goes down his maw "Good to have you back, I have offered another job, you know the kind."
He gives Violence a pat on the back. "Ah. The Wild Hunt. Saw some folks on the Occult Anonymous Board freaking out about it. You can join in if you want, I won't mind. Well, I will, but I can hold down the fort while you're out. Also, you grew your own tea leaves? That's a bit above and beyond just to impress your manager."
“I could go out and break the people requested, but it’s too late, one is already dead, and I have no interest in prey that isn’t afraid. It was enough to impress my friend, and I do believe we are friends.” He cracks his neck, and pops his back, the sounds absolutely visceral.
He gives Violence a pat on the back. "Ah. The Wild Hunt. Saw some folks on the Occult Anonymous Board freaking out about it. You can join in if you want, I won't mind. Well, I will, but I can hold down the fort while you're out. Also, you grew your own tea leaves? That's a bit above and beyond just to impress your manager."
“I could go out and break the people requested, but it’s too late, one is already dead, and I have no interest in prey that isn’t afraid. It was enough to impress my friend, and I do believe we are friends.” He cracks his neck, and pops his back, the sounds absolutely visceral.
He smiles. "Thanks, man. It's really great to have someone to rely on, but I didn't know you thought of us that way too." Felix takes another sip of his tea as his smile fades. "Amatarou isn't gonna be pleased. He wanted those kills for himself, right?"
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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.
Hi, I'm Anders. I like wreaking havoc in TTRPGs and listening to Swedish Death Metal. I currently am in the process of starting a campaign, GMed by your's truly. Entombed is a great band, you should check 'em out.
He gives Violence a pat on the back. "Ah. The Wild Hunt. Saw some folks on the Occult Anonymous Board freaking out about it. You can join in if you want, I won't mind. Well, I will, but I can hold down the fort while you're out. Also, you grew your own tea leaves? That's a bit above and beyond just to impress your manager."
“I could go out and break the people requested, but it’s too late, one is already dead, and I have no interest in prey that isn’t afraid. It was enough to impress my friend, and I do believe we are friends.” He cracks his neck, and pops his back, the sounds absolutely visceral.
He smiles. "Thanks, man. It's really great to have someone to rely on, but I didn't know you thought of us that way too." Felix takes another sip of his tea as his smile fades. "Amatarou isn't gonna be pleased. He wanted those kills for himself, right?"
"I hope he gets mad, the more angry he gets, the better for me if not anyone else. Of course we're friends, if not anything else, coworkers as well." He smiles despite it, closing his eyes for a moment, "I wonder what will be next, it'll be fun to watch."
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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.'
He smiles. "Thanks, man. It's really great to have someone to rely on, but I didn't know you thought of us that way too." Felix takes another sip of his tea as his smile fades. "Amatarou isn't gonna be pleased. He wanted those kills for himself, right?"
"I hope he gets mad, the more angry he gets, the better for me if not anyone else. Of course we're friends, if not anything else, coworkers as well." He smiles despite it, closing his eyes for a moment, "I wonder what will be next, it'll be fun to watch."
"I sure hope so. The riots were pretty fun the last time, but the time before that they were kind of scary." He finishes his tea. "We'd better get to work. I mean, we're open 24/7, right?"
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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. "Thanks, man. It's really great to have someone to rely on, but I didn't know you thought of us that way too." Felix takes another sip of his tea as his smile fades. "Amatarou isn't gonna be pleased. He wanted those kills for himself, right?"
"I hope he gets mad, the more angry he gets, the better for me if not anyone else. Of course we're friends, if not anything else, coworkers as well." He smiles despite it, closing his eyes for a moment, "I wonder what will be next, it'll be fun to watch."
"I sure hope so. The riots were pretty fun the last time, but the time before that they were kind of scary." He finishes his tea. "We'd better get to work. I mean, we're open 24/7, right?"
He sighs, opening the door back up to let them inside, "You're right, even if we don't have customers, it's for the best we're inside. The Mother of Puppets visited last night, I couldn't figure out her motivations yet though."
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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.'
*Multiple waffles? Are you sure she can eat more than one?*
*I can't eat more than one IRL, and I'm a glutton.*
*Also, I introed Felix a bit back.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Melissa, after getting full after half a waffle, notices the man standing outside, and excuses herself to go investigate
Hi, I'm Anders. I like wreaking havoc in TTRPGs and listening to Swedish Death Metal. I currently am in the process of starting a campaign, GMed by your's truly. Entombed is a great band, you should check 'em out.
Peace, love, and death metal my friends
-Anders
*Oh sorry I didn't notice him*
Violence comes back from a walk, the bell on the door ringing as he walks inside. He looks tired, but as he breaths in the Dark Energy filled air of the Waffle House, he feels renewed before walking back outside and standing next to the manager, "Good afternoon."
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.)
*I can eat multiple waffles easy, but I'm a growing boy who doesn't eat much most days anyway. Sorry I didn't notice the boi.*
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.)
The Architect appears from the darkness nearby, her myriad spider-like legs folding back up into her disguise as she walks over and leans against the wall of the building. She notices him, but doesn't immediately say anything.
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)
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.)
Felix looks over with those big ol' eyes. "Hey. Sorry I wasn't here. You doin' alright?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Better than I've been doing, kept everything clean, handled work well enough. We are out of coffee beans." He hands them a cup of tea.
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.)
He hasn't seen her yet, but he starts sniffing the air. "You're a strong one." He mutters, closing his eyes. "You can probably hear me from here, can't you? I honestly have no clue where you are yet, but I don't smell enough testosterone to indicate hostility... but maybe I'm distracted by all the caramel corn. Food always makes it hard for me to focus. You're, uh... the Lord of that fair? A sub-lord?" He's quiet for a moment, taking a sip from his flask.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He takes it gently. "Damn. That's an issue, but you've obviously been keeping everything in order considering I haven't heard anything from up-top about my failures. I'm proud of you. I don't think I could pull that off when I was a host." He takes a sip. "Good stuff. Better for me than pepto, too. Wait... these aren't that crushed, chopped, and dried stuff." He raises his eyebrows. "You got actual tea leaves?" He seems excited suddenly.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"You deserve the real stuff, so I give you the real stuff. Took a while to learn how to grow them, I would've gotten it to you faster otherwise." He sips a cup of coffee, the liquid going through his straw, scolding hot as it goes down his maw "Good to have you back, I have offered another job, you know the kind."
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.)
He gives Violence a pat on the back. "Ah. The Wild Hunt. Saw some folks on the Occult Anonymous Board freaking out about it. You can join in if you want, I won't mind. Well, I will, but I can hold down the fort while you're out. Also, you grew your own tea leaves? That's a bit above and beyond just to impress your manager."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“I could go out and break the people requested, but it’s too late, one is already dead, and I have no interest in prey that isn’t afraid. It was enough to impress my friend, and I do believe we are friends.” He cracks his neck, and pops his back, the sounds absolutely visceral.
*Anyone interested in doing some RP-ing with me?*
Check these out: My Imgur Page, My Deviant Art
He smiles. "Thanks, man. It's really great to have someone to rely on, but I didn't know you thought of us that way too." Felix takes another sip of his tea as his smile fades. "Amatarou isn't gonna be pleased. He wanted those kills for himself, right?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Melissa is walking near the Waffle House
Hi, I'm Anders. I like wreaking havoc in TTRPGs and listening to Swedish Death Metal. I currently am in the process of starting a campaign, GMed by your's truly. Entombed is a great band, you should check 'em out.
Peace, love, and death metal my friends
-Anders
"I hope he gets mad, the more angry he gets, the better for me if not anyone else. Of course we're friends, if not anything else, coworkers as well." He smiles despite it, closing his eyes for a moment, "I wonder what will be next, it'll be fun to watch."
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.)
I emerge from the shadows and advance towards the Waffle House and begin trying to catch onto rumors in a non-suspicious manner.
I sit down at a table and order a honey waffle.
Check these out: My Imgur Page, My Deviant Art
"I sure hope so. The riots were pretty fun the last time, but the time before that they were kind of scary." He finishes his tea. "We'd better get to work. I mean, we're open 24/7, right?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He sighs, opening the door back up to let them inside, "You're right, even if we don't have customers, it's for the best we're inside. The Mother of Puppets visited last night, I couldn't figure out her motivations yet though."
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.)