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Posted in Team Metal Cabin Posted 4 years ago
oh shit your avi looking fancy tho ghost

and im just here half naked
Posted in Team Metal Cabin Posted 4 years ago
HJKDFHG HELLO

i need to play games tho...the starfish ate my shirt...i need a new one... i just don't own a good shirt for this dhjggk
Posted in Team Metal Cabin Posted 4 years ago
i got in a fight with some starfish
Posted in Trading for Necromancer Posted 4 years ago
@Glume: Thank you!
Posted in Trading for Necromancer Posted 4 years ago
@Glume: I'll trade you a Bard for a Beast Master
Posted in undertow Posted 4 years ago
Do i wanna write more of that..? Hmm...decisions...decisions....
Posted in undertow Posted 4 years ago
Man, writing small pieces on a whim is really fun...would this be categorized as flash fiction..? Lol...
Posted in undertow Posted 4 years ago
The summons surprised them. It had been forever since someone had done something so much as call. Honestly, the idea that summoning even existed had become a myth, a legend, as if it had been the mere dreamings of a toddler once upon a time.

So, of course, who wouldn't have been surprised when they'd been ready to settle down to recharge a little in their home, and suddenly found themselves in a barren landscape, with cold, colourless mush under their feet, and petrified trees dotting the horizon?

The circle of light that had announced their arrival dimmed, until it vanished entirely, as they took in their surroundings. The wind was harsh and icy, forcing them to land before their wings suffered damage. The landscape was desolate of any beings that could have brought them there, or so they thought.

As they turned a full circle, seeing nothing, nobody, they flicked their wings, planning to return home and to write this whole oddity off as a dream, or some kind of mistake, some time-delayed remnant from the past, which held no more purpose, a sudden noise echoed from behind them.

They whipped around, seeing a small figure poke out from behind a tree.

The small figure said something again, approaching slowly. They weren't sure what it said exactly, until it came closer, and the sounds clicked into a language that they used to know, that everyone used to know.

"Please...please save them..."
Posted in undertow Posted 4 years ago
And of course, feeding dogs in the evening, as per usual.
Posted in undertow Posted 4 years ago
Spending my days...learning and playing rhythm games, huh.

And reading.
Posted in undertow Posted 4 years ago
Regardless, well, it's fun to learn again.
Posted in undertow Posted 4 years ago
Or someone might ask me to make them hot chocolate instead
Posted in undertow Posted 4 years ago
Welp, I should get back to what i was doing...or maybe I should mop the floors quick, hmm...

Learning for a bit and then mop
Posted in undertow Posted 4 years ago
I forgot how bright this purple is....woof