*You can be standoffish at times. These forums rely on mutual respect and trust. You seem to be more focused on being the strongest or living some sort of power fantasy instead of sharing the fun with others. Most people don't have fun being trashed, especially when they didn't see it coming for one reason or another.*
*To be perfectly clear, I am in no way saying you're a bad person or anything along those lines. I'm just trying to bring this to your attention.*
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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 can be standoffish at times. These forums rely on mutual respect and trust. You seem to be more focused on being the strongest or living some sort of power fantasy instead of sharing the fun with others. Most people don't have fun being trashed, especially when they didn't see it coming for one reason or another.*
*To be perfectly clear, I am in no way saying you're a bad person or anything along those lines. I'm just trying to bring this to your attention.*
*It's all true, I wanted a reputation, I'm also trying to have fun, the reason I'm ruining other people's fun is that im trying to keep my char alive *
*ialso dont trust anybody on here *
*I see*
*What kind of reputation do you want?*
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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.
Illya is frying rice in a large wok, wearing bright and colorful yellow and orange saree with glittering beads. She hums to herself as her robotic children help her, gathering the spices she needs or any herbs.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Illya is frying rice in a large wok, wearing bright and colorful yellow and orange saree with glittering beads. She hums to herself as her robotic children help her, gathering the spices she needs or any herbs.
A figure emerges from the tunnels. A figure shaped like a tall, slightly chubby woman, but with hollow, harrowed red eyes, half-hidden behind a mask of sticks, bark, and strips of fabric. Dressed in a cream-colored apron with powders all over it, scholarly clothes, and armor made of petrified ironwood much like his mask, his humanoid silhouette is distorted to look like some sort of bizarre beast.
He carries a large bread basket on his back, filled with fresh sourdough loaves and baguettes.
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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.
Illya is frying rice in a large wok, wearing bright and colorful yellow and orange saree with glittering beads. She hums to herself as her robotic children help her, gathering the spices she needs or any herbs.
A figure emerges from the tunnels. A figure shaped like a tall, slightly chubby woman, but with hollow, harrowed red eyes, half-hidden behind a mask of sticks, bark, and strips of fabric. Dressed in a cream-colored apron with powders all over it, scholarly clothes, and armor made of petrified ironwood much like his mask, his humanoid silhouette is distorted to look like some sort of bizarre beast.
He carries a large bread basket on his back, filled with fresh sourdough loaves and baguettes.
The wolfwoman smiles, baring sharp teeth that glitter like gold. She bows her head down deeply, a sign of respect "Hello there. Care for a meal?'
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A figure emerges from the tunnels. A figure shaped like a tall, slightly chubby woman, but with hollow, harrowed red eyes, half-hidden behind a mask of sticks, bark, and strips of fabric. Dressed in a cream-colored apron with powders all over it, scholarly clothes, and armor made of petrified ironwood much like his mask, his humanoid silhouette is distorted to look like some sort of bizarre beast.
He carries a large bread basket on his back, filled with fresh sourdough loaves and baguettes.
The wolfwoman smiles, baring sharp teeth that glitter like gold. She bows her head down deeply, a sign of respect "Hello there. Care for a meal?'
He does a sweeping, dramatic bow, going so low that the bread almost falls out of his conical pack. "I would greatly appreciate that." He skips forward and offers a stack of flatbreads from his basket.
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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 figure emerges from the tunnels. A figure shaped like a tall, slightly chubby woman, but with hollow, harrowed red eyes, half-hidden behind a mask of sticks, bark, and strips of fabric. Dressed in a cream-colored apron with powders all over it, scholarly clothes, and armor made of petrified ironwood much like his mask, his humanoid silhouette is distorted to look like some sort of bizarre beast.
He carries a large bread basket on his back, filled with fresh sourdough loaves and baguettes.
The wolfwoman smiles, baring sharp teeth that glitter like gold. She bows her head down deeply, a sign of respect "Hello there. Care for a meal?'
He does a sweeping, dramatic bow, going so low that the bread almost falls out of his conical pack. "I would greatly appreciate that." He skips forward and offers a stack of flatbreads from his basket.
She grabs a plate and hands him it back filled with fried rice. She grins again "There you go dear, I wouldn't want you to starve out here. Although, I think you are quite well off no? I am glad if you are, food is important!"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Have you considered why they might not like you?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*May I be brutally honest with you?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*You can be standoffish at times. These forums rely on mutual respect and trust. You seem to be more focused on being the strongest or living some sort of power fantasy instead of sharing the fun with others. Most people don't have fun being trashed, especially when they didn't see it coming for one reason or another.*
*To be perfectly clear, I am in no way saying you're a bad person or anything along those lines. I'm just trying to bring this to your attention.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I see*
*What kind of reputation do you want?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Well, maybe try and explain it to them. If you can't find precise words, you can try showing it through metaphors or characters, like what I do.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Illya is frying rice in a large wok, wearing bright and colorful yellow and orange saree with glittering beads. She hums to herself as her robotic children help her, gathering the spices she needs or any herbs.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
A figure emerges from the tunnels. A figure shaped like a tall, slightly chubby woman, but with hollow, harrowed red eyes, half-hidden behind a mask of sticks, bark, and strips of fabric. Dressed in a cream-colored apron with powders all over it, scholarly clothes, and armor made of petrified ironwood much like his mask, his humanoid silhouette is distorted to look like some sort of bizarre beast.
He carries a large bread basket on his back, filled with fresh sourdough loaves and baguettes.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The wolfwoman smiles, baring sharp teeth that glitter like gold. She bows her head down deeply, a sign of respect "Hello there. Care for a meal?'
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He does a sweeping, dramatic bow, going so low that the bread almost falls out of his conical pack. "I would greatly appreciate that." He skips forward and offers a stack of flatbreads from his basket.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Cal is in the tunnels near Zekudar Square Station, having just annihilated a pack of feral unchipped
Rose is at her camp
Link is stealing from a hunter's cache
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
*yeah!*
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
She grabs a plate and hands him it back filled with fried rice. She grins again "There you go dear, I wouldn't want you to starve out here. Although, I think you are quite well off no? I am glad if you are, food is important!"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Typhon stands across the tunnel from him, silently watching.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.