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I'm going to have to have a fucking talk with Merle, because he needs to invest in a better god or something. I mean, the only useful thing Pan's ever done is let him flirt with plants or some shit. Which was horrible for everyone involved. Oh, and replaced his arm with a wooden one after Magnus had to cut it off.
Hey. I'm a pretentious elf douchebag. I mean, I'm not pretentious. Or a douchebag. But whatever. I don't actually care. I don't know your life. Dads can be dicks. I guess. I wouldn't know.
So who's your god? Or goddess? Do they punch dragons for you? I'm not a paladin or anything, but I'm sort of serving a fate goddess so. Yeah.