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I do not like the crunching feeling under my feet, but I am actually enjoying the smell of the sidewalks. Is what they are made of today a food? I have never seen such a thing!

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You have been drinking a lot lately. Normally that would not concern me, because we all drink a lot, because we love drinking. But recently it has seemed less like you are drinking because it's fun, and more that you are drinking because you do not want to feel feelings. Because of this, I am concerned about you. Is there anything you would like to talk about?
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January 25th

FENRIS + GARRETT HAWKE
FENRIS GETS SOME POST FEAR-COMA TLC
G | COMPLETE

( I was back in Minrathous, a slave again. )

January 29 FAYE ✦ KRATOS DEAD WIFE/GRUMPY GOD REUNION G COMPLETE

( But this was different. It was a very personal kind of lie this time around, and he was furious. )

Ermmmmmmm

Hello friends name's Leanne I'm not from around here and I'm kind of unsure why I was selected to participate in a war, not very creative or very war oriented to tell the truth but I guess I'll do my best.

(In the event that this is some kind of curse or I've fallen into a state of complete delusion please disregard the above message. And get my ma, I suppose. If you're real.)

Now. Peeps who know me, where're y'at? Show me around!

morning, tuesday the twenty-ninth of january

ELLANA LAVELLAN
PG | NARRATIVE, COMPLETE
There is mention of death, but nothing beyond mention.

( The vision of Apocalypse, for a second time in her relatively short life, would be buried deep down into the recesses of her nightmares to visit her only at night when they couldn’t simply be ignored. )

It seems silly to remark on some of Atlantis' oddities, since they occur every day and we are subject to their whims. One rolls with the punches and accepts that sometimes your comrades are pumpkins, bears, wrapped in packing supplies instead of clothes or any number of things.

But suffice it to say, when I left my rooms this morning, I was not prepared for the sidewalks. They crunched and scattered under my feet. That is, until someone pushed me off the path because I was getting ready to step on the "absolutely and incontrovertibly most perfect corn chip they'd ever seen". Fair.

And fair that I am not necessarily acquainted with the corn chip so I acquiesced to the rather passionate request. Students near the university (one of my favourite side-lanes to take for its picturesque views and wide trees) were particularly excited because this lane was covered in a type of corn chip called the Frito. I admit I tried one -- and it was good! Though the smell? Rank. Rank as I'd ever smelled even from some of the more congested parts of London with their grease and their pubs and their trash bins

(Perhaps this is hyperbole, but you shall have to forgive me. I've had an adventure today.)