Message from @INNYGMATYK
Discord ID: 635762727369048064
So close, its impossible not to
everything sucks but - thankfully it's all flammable, too
Thats true. But hey, at least we get to roll dice tonight and chase the sweet high of the polygonal dragon
omg this IS all the same day - ISN'T it?
I work for 8 in 5 hours
luckily my shift might be cut short. . . oh fucc - I can fit a nap in
hmmmmm
When you lose control of your life, time becomes an abstract concept
(before you lecture me on sleep - I remind you your DM is ALWAYS stoned)
I'm less ""out of control"" and more ""coasting loosely""
Bruh, I'm the last person to be telling others to go to bed, I hardly do
I'll be there at 8 - we will fix the castle
Oath
(also - I'm on like 3 weeks 0 cocaine - so this is *t a m e*)
Ooorrrrr blow it up. Between akiko and asami, theres a lot of woman and a whole lotta explosives
truth. . .
but we'll see
our nub won't be joining us yet -.-
But nah, lets claim this corpse castle for ourselves
Aww
yeah idk - he's sort of flaky in that regard - but it gives us more time to sort it out - really keen to see what you fuckers do next desu
Hopefully solve the puzzle and not break things all that much
yeah but you just mentioned the forgotten clay and spicy air so
REEEEEEEE
huehuehue
how's work?
Ghey, theres nothing going on yet. Although some dickhead smashed a bottle of gentleman jack all over the place
Wasteful
*carl_Thats_Wasteful.gif*
Idk if it was full or not, but seriously, fuck that kid
your job to clean it up or?
I aint got no broom. Just check doors, observe, and report
Coasting loosely i like that
It's nice to be cruisin, but still feel the tug and pull of a sway, or a turn, naw mean?
Like bustin a fat manual down a gentle hill
this guy gets it
Skating sounds nice rn
Longboarding is the shit
Until you have to stop suddenly at the bottom of a hill
I'm sad. I don't know where to begin, but I'm sad. There's just so much feeling welling up inside me and I'm just so fucking overwhelmed by it all. I'm in pain. My pain just won't stop no matter how much I fight through it. My heart aches, and yet it feels like my heart turned to ash. I lost my baby daughter and I hate whatever dared take her away from us. I want to run and at the same time I want to find what took my little girl and kill it a thousand times over. I want to burn it and smash it and make it suffer like I suffer every day that I'm not rubbing aloe and coconut butter on Emma's tummy. I want to make it suffer for every day that I'm not going to appointments for ultrasounds and buying baby clothes and getting ready for my little sweet baby girl to come into the world. I want whatever took her from me to suffer as I suffer and suffer a thousand times more. My sadness turns to rage. And then my rage turns back to sadness. And in the end, I am left knowing that I will never get to see my little one take her first steps, or teach her to ride a bike, or teach her to fight bullies, or take her to her first day of school, or read to her in bed, or be there on her prom night or when someone breaks her heart or any of it! My knowledge tells me that this happened because I am meant to fight. And that I must have vengeful, unadulterated rage to fight what is to come. Master Miller was right... why are we still here... just to suffer?
I miss her so much