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I ... erm..

I saw you at the beach party.

I just wanted to say Hi since I didn't get my chance that day.

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Does anyone have a working gun I could borrow until Steve comes home?

You know, elves and Men are far more alike than they are different.

Can someone get me some catnip?

Yeah, so I guess most of the real monsters on this island didn't answer my last post not that I'm surprised.

But if you hurt anyone, we will find you, and we don't screw around.

So, since Mitchell's thing didn't get that much attention. I thought I'd try something different. We'll call it an 'Are you capable of anything nice' exercise. Some of us are, others, not so much.

How it works is: You say something nice about the person who posted before you, then something randomly nice about anyone who might post after you.

If you're nasty, then I'll find you and kick you in the ass as hard as I possibly can. Then sit on your head so other people can do the same. And it wont be my amazingly soft plushy ass on your head, you will be immobilized by kitty butt.

Just remember one key phrase and your head wont smell like cat butt for a while: If you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all.

I'll go first. And since I'm the first poster, I guess I have to find something nice to say about myself.

^ You have really nice boobs.

v You do too! (Or Moobs depending on the gender.)

Elenwë drowned.

A little over five centuries ago she and a fraction of our host fell through the ice into the waters below.

I failed to save you. And truly [...] you let go so that I would go for our daughter instead. There's not a day that passes that I don't think of that, Elenwë. Five centuries is not a long time in our counting, but a lot has happened since then.

And coming to this place--you were returned to me. My brother was returned to me, and my father, and my mother. And my daughter.

My daughter who outstretched her hand in those frigid waters and cried for me and her mother. And now I have lost her to this place.

She hated it here. She hated how wretched people are, and could not understand such cruelty or such hostility. I encouraged her to try to understand, but I wish now I had kept her from it all, so few are worthy of her joy or being in her presence. The world is darker now for her having left it and none shall come close to the spirit that was inside her ever again. Itarillë, sparkling brilliance, and child of my heart.