Benjikhei

Format Skin Name: I actually like this one, green dude, edgy Sauron Skinner’s Username: BenjiBot_ Discord: Benji#5000 Bid: 3 - 5 USD, 4 - 5 USD, 5 - 5 USD ( let's see how we start )

so glad the expansion pack came out early, ty

Despite the name, have you ever actually been a wonk. furthermore, tell me about said wonk if answer is yes- if no, you are a fraud.

A True Falcon Gangster gives to order to close in upon the source of this slander, rumours would soon be put to their rest.

An Illatian sits and ponders a while, considering death. He concludes it to be a cruel joke - a sick mockery and perversion of life and something that terrified him, and goes back to his state work that bit more unnerved. The day had adopted a grim tone.

A foreigner sends a few expendable folk out searching on his behalf- a cheap, and passing venture, perhaps yielding nothing.

Plague Doctor- $5 USD Discord: Benji#5605

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Bid(s): Upping mine on foreign attire to 20$ 😔

BID FORMAT Discord: BenjiBot_ Skin Name(s): Ashen & Foreign Attire Bid(s): 30, 10

[!] A zealous Illatian paces, waiting selfishly to proclaim a plan all his own. Staring out the window in wait. (reserved, pt 2)

limited thoughts on me- (I saw u browsing my profile that’s right) where d’you get most of your skins what do you have planned for the future stardew is my jam- can do that always when I have it re-downloaded

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Upon that very eve, a figure trudged through the woodlands of man, a rusted lantern in hand- the burning pure inside allows shadows within the light to cast and dance upon the shadowed saplings of the path, and the proud oaks aside them. This Illatian traversed this endless scape as he so often did to clear his mind, humming a native song on his tongue- well lost to time, before something morbid and fascinating came to his mind. “FOOLISH and frail, just like that myth and that therein.”

An exile of the sands and seas recognises the work, a sole orb drifting across the contents with tentative acknowledgment. Surely finding this preaching tiresome and foolhardy, though recognising the merits so easily discerned through the content. "They chatter. They claim. And bold a claim it is. But truth is not so easy, no... their power undoubted, yet their means are questioned." "THEY SPEAK OF LIBERTY, NOW. IN OUR TIME." It was then he hushed the inane and incessant drawl within that lonesome and ruinous keep he huddled in, discarding his sobriquet and moving onwards, ever further in understanding of those who he had witnessed, and who he harboured great resentment for..

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Recruitment MC Name: BenjiBot_ RP Name: Jasper The Lesser / Moratis Discord: Benji#5605 Skills/Reason for Joining: Entity beyond comprehension, watching constantly for new opportunities.

obviously and truly good

"I don't want to think about it." States a foreign man when asked how old the woman in question really was, before going back to reading over the flyer.

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Another foreigner shakes his head in annoyance at the flyer, frustration incarnate.“Ergh! That’s an excellent scam- why didn’t I think of that!”

Dante begins to cough, a tiding of new winds did spring upon him - sending another cursed chill down his spine on the frigid morn.

An Illatian of anomalous repute allows his orbs to trace over the missive, a foul revelation indeed which had reached him at this misfortunate hour - with this he raised the horrid cigarette he'd been chewing upon for several minutes and allowed a series of smoke and ash to release from his maw and fall to the wood. "You will 'a not make a fool of me, falsi altoparlanti." Should he have spoken to only one of the aforementioned parties, his opinion would be clear- but no, he had the sense to hear them both, and now all that remained was a state of conflicting minds deep with himself. "No, No. . . It wouldn't be fair to jump to a' conclusion boy." He lectured. And with that, he began to put quill to parchment and draft.

An Illatian stamps his boot to the dirt in wrath, staring bewildered at the crater left behind- and nods slowly thereafter, muttering a scant comfort to himself. “We’ll have to adapt.”