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“Gotta catch em all.” A man says as he reads the missive

@chaosgamer_ I’m accepting $$$ to do you a rewrite that will pass

Some times when you have an infestation the kindest thing to do is poison the cheese. 

Belvitz roads, take me home...~

A muffled scream echoed out from the depths of Luxem, the Paladin stronghold in the north- or was it a prison? The voice was rugged, deep and full of hatred, just one phrase repeated over and over again, for days on end. “Rip and tear! Rip and tear!”

“Rip and tear! Rip and tear!” A large, helmeted individual screams from the basement of Luxem. 

@Quavinir_Twiceborn

biggest regret on here

Ishikawa Toru wonders where Fujiwara Mutsuhiko’s waifu is...

Ishikawa Toru readies his daisho for the predictable struggles of the future. 

Deep in the bowels of the ship the masked monk sat, listening to the distant voices meld and overlap with the swaying of the waves. He pondered on what choices had led him down this path, and where it might take him now that his fate was bound to the child. A boy, his kin. Pampered in a palace all his life; could he really lead a people, to hold their beating heart in his hands. Would the responsibility be the making of him or would it consume him like it had so many others. He took a whetstone to his tanto, readying it for next use.

‘It was such a curious thing’, he thought. The easterner knelt alone under the roof of his kin Tomoe, slowly removing the Menpo that covered his face. ‘To think that all of us that came, have put our faith in a child on the cusp of manhood, he has seen hardship in recent times certainly, but never the cruel throngs of battle, or the bitter whispers of politics.’ He carefully washed the inside of his Menpo, before tenderly applying the daily ointment to his ghoulish features. ‘Yet perhaps in this world away from home, we might make one anew a utopia for the Oyashiman far from Aizhen.’ With that he put back on the face of the oni, standing and going to attend his young kinsman. 

There is also a sub-section of the boomers called blackpilled, and they were usually part of some shadow skypechat back in the day that did nefarious things, and now they still play, though they don’t know why and hate themselves for it. 

Many faces from far and wide, across the ages stand and give one signal in unison. o7

Torak Ithelanen readies his ‘brother fists’.

I don’t claim responsibility for this

3 hours ago, HadvarAvMitteland said:

"As the current Holy Rabbit of the Knights Order of Lorraine, I place this information as false. I also place the man behind this missive as a fraud. For he does not speak on behalf of our peoples, he shall be ignored on behalf of our people. Good day to you all." Says the Rabbit of Darrowmere, before returning to his bedchamber and ushering for his Squire to send out the missive.

“Send a letter to this hedge-land soothsayer on the morrow, for I wish to commune with the ghost of mein uncle, and ask him where he hid the prize silverware!” A swineherd from the outer regions of Northland requests of his ‘prentice son. 

“Broom Broom...” A wonk in a dress suit and monocle would say dreamily... 

Heard you were the only black person in finland can u confirm?

How can anything from the void be considered celestial 😬