Melissa is walking down the street, guitar in hand.
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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.
The cat rolls over so he can rub their belly. Amatarou chuckles warmly. "Darn. O for O today. Have you been on the forums yet? They talk about everything worth talking about. Soil quality, atmospheric pressure, local paleontological finds, and, as always, the paranormal. Might give you an idea of where to look."
“Oh I don’t want to waste my time looking for something that may not be exactly what I want, but I’ll definitely give it a look, thank you for the suggestion.” He begins rubbing the belly of the cat with a smile, “I only got here today.” He opens his briefcase with his other hand, mechanical things inside, seemingly Liquid Metal.
"A strange attitude for a scientist, I would say. But I'm glad you like our cats. Other than the ghosts, cats are our staple." He looks at the liquid metal within the case. "So, what might that be?"
“Just a little bit of research that went perfectly right, if you can believe it, it’s not exactly from this world.” He pours out the metal onto the table, watching it ripple before transforming into an exact silver clone of Shrive, “Amazing isn’t it?”
River, who has come home to roost and not kill, is chilling in the cat cafe
Amatarou places a drink where he is sitting, along with a small bag of cat treats. "..." He stands by the table for a little bit, his plastic-wrapped fingers on the laminated birch wood. He taps his index finger against it, then curls his hand into a fist and knocks the wood a single time, resolving to say something. "What does it take to feel alive?"
"For me, Amatarou, it is to hunt the wretches that the Nightmares lead me to. But what is it to you?" he asks as he swirls his drink before sipping it quietly. "Is it these adorable fluffy beings?"
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"Wonderful. Thank you for taking on this burden for me. My skillset would not be applicable to, you know, running a casino, and casinos bring in the tourists big time. Plenty of Dark Energy to be found after a long drive." He steeples his fingers.
“Of course.. it would be a pleasure. Is there a casino already in Balios, or will we be opening a new one?”
"We will be restoring an old one. It needs a polish, and maybe some Dark Artes from you, good Mother, but it should be mostly functional."
“Lovely! This will be very good for the both of us, kind sir, I know it…” the Mother says, retreating a bit back into its funnel. He can see its partially illuminated face, marble white, manically smiling, with a chunk of the head missing, covered up by webs, as they light a cigar.
Four cats walk up to her, side by side. She can tell that these are Shikigami, much like her Schisms. Their owner is nearby, hidden in darkness much like her. He's in an equally obvious disguise and wrapped in Dark Energy. He leans against a wall, drinking what sounds like a boba tea. He's huge and rotund, with soft fur curled and shaped beautifully, as if he had hours and hours of free time to prepare himself. From what little she can see, he's brightly colored enough in pink and white that it can be seen even in this little light. What he is supposed to resemble, though, remains impossible to discern. "Welcome to town. First time here?"
She smiles a touch wider upon recognizing what he is- what they both are- though her face cannot be seen under the mask she wears. A porcelain mask, entirely featureless and smooth save for six green painted circles resembling an alien configuration of eyes. "Yes- I've been around the nearby area every so often for my job, but never visited before. From what I see so far, it's very lovely."
She can see his teeth gleam. Perfect white. "I'm glad you like it. It's taken 200 years to get to this point. A good place to take a load off and relax. We've got no money, but everything we have is cheap anyway. Violent riots every ten years, like clockwork. You smell nice, by the way. Unusual for this place, what with the ennui and dread for the future. Either too much perfume or nowhere near enough. You'll be welcomed, even if you aren't the most 'normal' entrepreneur." The cats cuddle around her legs, acting just like normal, if affectionate animals 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.
"A strange attitude for a scientist, I would say. But I'm glad you like our cats. Other than the ghosts, cats are our staple." He looks at the liquid metal within the case. "So, what might that be?"
“Just a little bit of research that went perfectly right, if you can believe it, it’s not exactly from this world.” He pours out the metal onto the table, watching it ripple before transforming into an exact silver clone of Shrive, “Amazing isn’t it?”
His eyes widen. "Absolutely. You're saying that's some kind of space metal?" Shrive jumps up onto the table, at first to get Zack's attention, and then to bat at their liquid metal double.
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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 strange attitude for a scientist, I would say. But I'm glad you like our cats. Other than the ghosts, cats are our staple." He looks at the liquid metal within the case. "So, what might that be?"
“Just a little bit of research that went perfectly right, if you can believe it, it’s not exactly from this world.” He pours out the metal onto the table, watching it ripple before transforming into an exact silver clone of Shrive, “Amazing isn’t it?”
His eyes widen. "Absolutely. You're saying that's some kind of space metal?" Shrive jumps up onto the table, at first to get Zack's attention, and then to bat at their liquid metal double.
The Liquid Metal simply ripples upon contact with Shrive, not moving, simply lying down on the table, Zack going to calm the cat, “Exactly, and I can’t even believe I was able to find it, this proves so much don’t you think?”
*Another character idea: cave Nightmare that, in its human form of the cave's mine's owner, is desperately trying to keep its home from closing after various accidents of miners dying. It originates mainly from claustrophobia (Often preferring the more tight indoors spaces when spending time in the town), but really gained the ability to form from every single bit of stress and fear and such that the cave gave to those in it.
Idk if I'll intro the other guy or not, we'll see.*
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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
Amatarou places a drink where he is sitting, along with a small bag of cat treats. "..." He stands by the table for a little bit, his plastic-wrapped fingers on the laminated birch wood. He taps his index finger against it, then curls his hand into a fist and knocks the wood a single time, resolving to say something. "What does it take to feel alive?"
"For me, Amatarou, it is to hunt the wretches that the Nightmares lead me to. But what is it to you?" he asks as he swirls his drink before sipping it quietly. "Is it these adorable fluffy beings?"
"No. I wish it was, but they just keep me from feeling like I'm dead." He sighs. "To know I'm alive, I must see things, feel things. You can't hurt if you're dead, and neither can you love. I can live vicariously through these kitties, but I don't know how to feel those things myself. I used to hurt when they drilled for oil and ripped apart the environment, but now I wish they could return to it so I could at least hate again."
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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.
Four cats walk up to her, side by side. She can tell that these are Shikigami, much like her Schisms. Their owner is nearby, hidden in darkness much like her. He's in an equally obvious disguise and wrapped in Dark Energy. He leans against a wall, drinking what sounds like a boba tea. He's huge and rotund, with soft fur curled and shaped beautifully, as if he had hours and hours of free time to prepare himself. From what little she can see, he's brightly colored enough in pink and white that it can be seen even in this little light. What he is supposed to resemble, though, remains impossible to discern. "Welcome to town. First time here?"
She smiles a touch wider upon recognizing what he is- what they both are- though her face cannot be seen under the mask she wears. A porcelain mask, entirely featureless and smooth save for six green painted circles resembling an alien configuration of eyes. "Yes- I've been around the nearby area every so often for my job, but never visited before. From what I see so far, it's very lovely."
She can see his teeth gleam. Perfect white. "I'm glad you like it. It's taken 200 years to get to this point. A good place to take a load off and relax. We've got no money, but everything we have is cheap anyway. Violent riots every ten years, like clockwork. You smell nice, by the way. Unusual for this place, what with the ennui and dread for the future. Either too much perfume or nowhere near enough. You'll be welcomed, even if you aren't the most 'normal' entrepreneur." The cats cuddle around her legs, acting just like normal, if affectionate animals suddenly.
She crouches down slightly to pet the cats, if they allow. "Glad to be here. If no one minds, I may set up shop outside of town, get things fully into gear. Fairgrounds tend to draw lots of attention- might be a nice distraction from the ennui and dread, too." She responds in a nonchalant manner.
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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)
"We will be restoring an old one. It needs a polish, and maybe some Dark Artes from you, good Mother, but it should be mostly functional."
“Lovely! This will be very good for the both of us, kind sir, I know it…” the Mother says, retreating a bit back into its funnel. He can see its partially illuminated face, marble white, manically smiling, with a chunk of the head missing, covered up by webs, as they light a cigar.
"Beautiful creature..." he mutters, picking up one of his cats and getting ready to leave.
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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.
His eyes widen. "Absolutely. You're saying that's some kind of space metal?" Shrive jumps up onto the table, at first to get Zack's attention, and then to bat at their liquid metal double.
The Liquid Metal simply ripples upon contact with Shrive, not moving, simply lying down on the table, Zack going to calm the cat, “Exactly, and I can’t even believe I was able to find it, this proves so much don’t you think?”
*Youre cool with this right?*
"I imagine so. Not sure what it proves exactly, but it's certainly real and nothing like anything I've seen before." Shrive growls at the metal. The other cats seem to be getting interested as well. "You might want to put that away before someone tries to eat it."
*No aliens in this world, but remember that Nightmares can be anything. Aliens are barely even a stretch.*
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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.
Amatarou places a drink where he is sitting, along with a small bag of cat treats. "..." He stands by the table for a little bit, his plastic-wrapped fingers on the laminated birch wood. He taps his index finger against it, then curls his hand into a fist and knocks the wood a single time, resolving to say something. "What does it take to feel alive?"
"For me, Amatarou, it is to hunt the wretches that the Nightmares lead me to. But what is it to you?" he asks as he swirls his drink before sipping it quietly. "Is it these adorable fluffy beings?"
"No. I wish it was, but they just keep me from feeling like I'm dead." He sighs. "To know I'm alive, I must see things, feel things. You can't hurt if you're dead, and neither can you love. I can live vicariously through these kitties, but I don't know how to feel those things myself. I used to hurt when they drilled for oil and ripped apart the environment, but now I wish they could return to it so I could at least hate again."
"Have you tried to love? I have, but I never get past the second date. The whole serial killer gig isn't exactly a green flag." he shrugs, a being made of his harnessed Nightmare energy sitting in his lap. "I don't think we're built for that, my friend. We are... horrifying."
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*Another character idea: cave Nightmare that, in its human form of the cave's mine's owner, is desperately trying to keep its home from closing after various accidents of miners dying. It originates mainly from claustrophobia (Often preferring the more tight indoors spaces when spending time in the town), but really gained the ability to form from every single bit of stress and fear and such that the cave gave to those in it.
Idk if I'll intro the other guy or not, we'll see.*
*What if it wasn't a mine, but a place where cave divers used to frequent?*
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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.
His eyes widen. "Absolutely. You're saying that's some kind of space metal?" Shrive jumps up onto the table, at first to get Zack's attention, and then to bat at their liquid metal double.
The Liquid Metal simply ripples upon contact with Shrive, not moving, simply lying down on the table, Zack going to calm the cat, “Exactly, and I can’t even believe I was able to find it, this proves so much don’t you think?”
*Youre cool with this right?*
"I imagine so. Not sure what it proves exactly, but it's certainly real and nothing like anything I've seen before." Shrive growls at the metal. The other cats seem to be getting interested as well. "You might want to put that away before someone tries to eat it."
*No aliens in this world, but remember that Nightmares can be anything. Aliens are barely even a stretch.*
*Coolio, so Nightmares could be mistaken for aliens, how lovely.*
“You’re right, I wouldn’t want this discovery to lead to anything bad.” He ushers the metal cat back into the briefcase, closing it back up quickly and petting Shrive, “It’s okay, Shrive, the metal won’t hurt you as long as I don’t allow it to.”
She can see his teeth gleam. Perfect white. "I'm glad you like it. It's taken 200 years to get to this point. A good place to take a load off and relax. We've got no money, but everything we have is cheap anyway. Violent riots every ten years, like clockwork. You smell nice, by the way. Unusual for this place, what with the ennui and dread for the future. Either too much perfume or nowhere near enough. You'll be welcomed, even if you aren't the most 'normal' entrepreneur." The cats cuddle around her legs, acting just like normal, if affectionate animals suddenly.
She crouches down slightly to pet the cats, if they allow. "Glad to be here. If no one minds, I may set up shop outside of town, get things fully into gear. Fairgrounds tend to draw lots of attention- might be a nice distraction from the ennui and dread, too." She responds in a nonchalant manner.
They very much allow. "I don't care if they mind, I'm letting you set up wherever you want. I'll help you set up a cover story too, if you need one. You could help bring life back into this town, and regardless of whether the stiffs up top like it, we need that more than any 'marketability.' What market will we be serving if no one's around to serve?" He takes a slurp of his drink. "I'll be forever grateful if you can save my life."
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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.
*Another character idea: cave Nightmare that, in its human form of the cave's mine's owner, is desperately trying to keep its home from closing after various accidents of miners dying. It originates mainly from claustrophobia (Often preferring the more tight indoors spaces when spending time in the town), but really gained the ability to form from every single bit of stress and fear and such that the cave gave to those in it.
Idk if I'll intro the other guy or not, we'll see.*
*What if it wasn't a mine, but a place where cave divers used to frequent?*
*Just a natural cave? That could work, actually, more spook factor too. I just would have to rework the whole property plotline a bit. I'll probably do that instead, thanks!*
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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
"No. I wish it was, but they just keep me from feeling like I'm dead." He sighs. "To know I'm alive, I must see things, feel things. You can't hurt if you're dead, and neither can you love. I can live vicariously through these kitties, but I don't know how to feel those things myself. I used to hurt when they drilled for oil and ripped apart the environment, but now I wish they could return to it so I could at least hate again."
"Have you tried to love? I have, but I never get past the second date. The whole serial killer gig isn't exactly a green flag." he shrugs, a being made of his harnessed Nightmare energy sitting in his lap. "I don't think we're built for that, my friend. We are... horrifying."
"Cats can love. Sort of." He paces for a bit, then goes back behind the counter and enters his usual position: hunched forward, steepled fingers. "Maybe I should take up something stupid, like drinking or gambling."
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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 imagine so. Not sure what it proves exactly, but it's certainly real and nothing like anything I've seen before." Shrive growls at the metal. The other cats seem to be getting interested as well. "You might want to put that away before someone tries to eat it."
*No aliens in this world, but remember that Nightmares can be anything. Aliens are barely even a stretch.*
*Coolio, so Nightmares could be mistaken for aliens, how lovely.*
“You’re right, I wouldn’t want this discovery to lead to anything bad.” He ushers the metal cat back into the briefcase, closing it back up quickly and petting Shrive, “It’s okay, Shrive, the metal won’t hurt you as long as I don’t allow it to.”
"Besides, government goons have started showing up, and you might get Paperclipped." Shrive isn't purring, but he lays down and stops protesting.
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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.
"No. I wish it was, but they just keep me from feeling like I'm dead." He sighs. "To know I'm alive, I must see things, feel things. You can't hurt if you're dead, and neither can you love. I can live vicariously through these kitties, but I don't know how to feel those things myself. I used to hurt when they drilled for oil and ripped apart the environment, but now I wish they could return to it so I could at least hate again."
"Have you tried to love? I have, but I never get past the second date. The whole serial killer gig isn't exactly a green flag." he shrugs, a being made of his harnessed Nightmare energy sitting in his lap. "I don't think we're built for that, my friend. We are... horrifying."
"Cats can love. Sort of." He paces for a bit, then goes back behind the counter and enters his usual position: hunched forward, steepled fingers. "Maybe I should take up something stupid, like drinking or gambling."
"You need to come and hunt with me, Ari. I never see you as much anymore."
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Melissa is walking down the street, guitar in hand.
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
“Just a little bit of research that went perfectly right, if you can believe it, it’s not exactly from this world.” He pours out the metal onto the table, watching it ripple before transforming into an exact silver clone of Shrive, “Amazing isn’t it?”
"For me, Amatarou, it is to hunt the wretches that the Nightmares lead me to. But what is it to you?" he asks as he swirls his drink before sipping it quietly. "Is it these adorable fluffy beings?"
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
“Lovely! This will be very good for the both of us, kind sir, I know it…” the Mother says, retreating a bit back into its funnel. He can see its partially illuminated face, marble white, manically smiling, with a chunk of the head missing, covered up by webs, as they light a cigar.
She can see his teeth gleam. Perfect white. "I'm glad you like it. It's taken 200 years to get to this point. A good place to take a load off and relax. We've got no money, but everything we have is cheap anyway. Violent riots every ten years, like clockwork. You smell nice, by the way. Unusual for this place, what with the ennui and dread for the future. Either too much perfume or nowhere near enough. You'll be welcomed, even if you aren't the most 'normal' entrepreneur." The cats cuddle around her legs, acting just like normal, if affectionate animals suddenly.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
His eyes widen. "Absolutely. You're saying that's some kind of space metal?" Shrive jumps up onto the table, at first to get Zack's attention, and then to bat at their liquid metal double.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The Liquid Metal simply ripples upon contact with Shrive, not moving, simply lying down on the table, Zack going to calm the cat, “Exactly, and I can’t even believe I was able to find it, this proves so much don’t you think?”
*Youre cool with this right?*
*Another character idea: cave Nightmare that, in its human form of the cave's mine's owner, is desperately trying to keep its home from closing after various accidents of miners dying. It originates mainly from claustrophobia (Often preferring the more tight indoors spaces when spending time in the town), but really gained the ability to form from every single bit of stress and fear and such that the cave gave to those in it.
Idk if I'll intro the other guy or not, we'll see.*
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
"No. I wish it was, but they just keep me from feeling like I'm dead." He sighs. "To know I'm alive, I must see things, feel things. You can't hurt if you're dead, and neither can you love. I can live vicariously through these kitties, but I don't know how to feel those things myself. I used to hurt when they drilled for oil and ripped apart the environment, but now I wish they could return to it so I could at least hate again."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She crouches down slightly to pet the cats, if they allow. "Glad to be here. If no one minds, I may set up shop outside of town, get things fully into gear. Fairgrounds tend to draw lots of attention- might be a nice distraction from the ennui and dread, too." She responds in a nonchalant manner.
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)
"Beautiful creature..." he mutters, picking up one of his cats and getting ready to leave.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I imagine so. Not sure what it proves exactly, but it's certainly real and nothing like anything I've seen before." Shrive growls at the metal. The other cats seem to be getting interested as well. "You might want to put that away before someone tries to eat it."
*No aliens in this world, but remember that Nightmares can be anything. Aliens are barely even a stretch.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Have you tried to love? I have, but I never get past the second date. The whole serial killer gig isn't exactly a green flag." he shrugs, a being made of his harnessed Nightmare energy sitting in his lap. "I don't think we're built for that, my friend. We are... horrifying."
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
*What if it wasn't a mine, but a place where cave divers used to frequent?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Coolio, so Nightmares could be mistaken for aliens, how lovely.*
“You’re right, I wouldn’t want this discovery to lead to anything bad.” He ushers the metal cat back into the briefcase, closing it back up quickly and petting Shrive, “It’s okay, Shrive, the metal won’t hurt you as long as I don’t allow it to.”
They very much allow. "I don't care if they mind, I'm letting you set up wherever you want. I'll help you set up a cover story too, if you need one. You could help bring life back into this town, and regardless of whether the stiffs up top like it, we need that more than any 'marketability.' What market will we be serving if no one's around to serve?" He takes a slurp of his drink. "I'll be forever grateful if you can save my life."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Just a natural cave? That could work, actually, more spook factor too. I just would have to rework the whole property plotline a bit. I'll probably do that instead, thanks!*
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
"Cats can love. Sort of." He paces for a bit, then goes back behind the counter and enters his usual position: hunched forward, steepled fingers. "Maybe I should take up something stupid, like drinking or gambling."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Besides, government goons have started showing up, and you might get Paperclipped." Shrive isn't purring, but he lays down and stops protesting.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"You need to come and hunt with me, Ari. I never see you as much anymore."
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25