ᴅᴏᴄᴛᴏʀ sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇ (mysticism) wrote in valloic, @ 2022-01-11 09:15:00 |
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Cloud Snoring Mountain has perished - cattle stampede, very tragic. Or at least that's what happened in the latest D&D session. I also realized I just can't live without Cloud Snoring Mountain, so, as it just so happens I found her male cat doppelgänger in need of a new home, and .Am I going through a crisis? Is this a crisis?
Here we are. Or here Cloud is, in need of a job (as we all know, the belly is a trap).
My new D&D character is a Tortle. They lead routine and orderly lives, and retreat into their shells as a means of defense and when they don't want to fuck around. Sold.
I may have had a point here. Oh, right - in honor of Eadwulf we'll be having a sale on teacups and saucers at Looking-Glass.
That's just one example. We also have "no one likes you," "kindly fuck off," and "you'll do" if you want to be really romantic and surprise your significant other with something lovely.