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  1. @NotAPan@Spleen godspeed bigman
  2. As a first and last wonk, I emerge from my retirement to say no.
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      Wicky wicky wow, wicky wow, wicky wicky

      Wild Wild Wild Wild Wild West
      Desperado, Rough Rider
      No, you don't want nada
      Nada dis six gun in dis
      Brother, runnin' this
      Buffalo buffalo buffalo lololololololo
      (wicky) Any damsel that's in distress
      Be outta distress when she meet Jim Dress
      Roughneck, so go check the roughneck, so go
      Watch your step, we'll flex and get a hold of your dress
      Swallow your buffalo, don't let your neck react
      You don't wanna see my hand where my hand be at
      When James Dress from the start of this, runnin' the game
      Artemis, tamin' the west, so remember the James!

      Now who you gonna call? wicky wicky BEES
      Now who you gonna call? You don't wanna see my BEES
      If you ever wanna see my bumrush, BREAKOUT, before you get BEES
      At the WOW WOW
      When I roll into the WOW WOW
      When I stroll into the WOW WOW
      When I bounce into the WOW WOW
      Let's go, Sisqo
      [We're goin' straight to
      The Wild West
      We're goin' straight to
      The Wow Wow, Wow Wow]

      Now, now, now
      Now once upon a time in the wicky wicky
      Madman lost his damn mind in the wicky wicky
      Loveless, kidnap a dime, nothin' wicky wicky
      Now I must put his behind to the bumrush.
      Then through the shadows, in the saddles, ready for saddles
      Bring all your bums in; here come the saddles
      Behind my bum, all the yiffing you did?
      Front and center, now where my hip be at?
      Who dat is? Loveless, bad for your health
      Lookin' damn good, though, if I can say it myself
      Told me Loveless is a good man, I don't feel that
      He got his behind looking damn good, though (wi-wicky)
      Rough ride on a buffalo man
      When y'all clowns gon' see that I can't love myself
      Understand me son:
      I'm the slickest they is
      I'm the slickest they is
      I'm the slicki-wicky-wickest they is
      Now if you barkin' up the
      Wrong tree we comin'
      Don't be barkin' up the
      Wrong tree, we gonna
      Test your health, Loveless
      Can't stand clowns? Then get out the WOW WOW

      When I roll into the WOW WOW
      When I stroll into the WOW WOW
      When I bounce into the WOW WOW
      [We're goin' straight to
      The Wild West
      We're goin' straight to
      The Wow Wow, Wow Wow]
      [Straight! To! The Wild Wild West!]

      [breakdown]

      Any outlaw tryin' to draw with a pen and a pad
      Can draw Jim West with a pen and a pad
      Don't even think about a pen and a pad weighin' a ton
      Just tryin' to draw just for fun
      Sun up to sun down, rollin' around
      See where the BEES oughta be found and rollin' around
      The defenders of your health
      Crushin' my hip and rollin' around
      Don't mess with us, 'cause we in the WOW WOW
      When I roll into the WOW WOW
      When I stroll into the WOW WOW
      When I bounce into the WOW WOW
      [We're goin' straight to
      The Wild West
      We're goin' straight to
      The Wow Wow, Wow Wow]
      [Straight! To! The Wild Wild West!]

  3. After all done, it returned to peace. Her mentor returns to her home. The Old Witness, the long dead Blair Fester, only observed in peace. Prisoned in her afterlife.
  4. When can we return to the good old days of late night VC’s in Sutica Discord?
  5. Dom, You ever just wake up in a cold sweat of nothingness in the middle of the night? Itching to do something out of fuckin’ nowhere? It happens a bit to myself from time to time. But my GOD, my mind is racing right now. I currently live in a manor of dead people, a dead family, a baseless claim of lineage’s home. The Uialben’s are dead, a side note in my racing mind. My grandfather, Terr’hi- a carbon copy of me; more on that. I’ve thought long and hard on the morality of all things life. Aos. The Void. The Soulstream? All what? Eternal mindscapes lapsed in never-ending happy tunes and joy? And it all comes down to what you believe and don’t believe. I’m currently a professor at the Coalition of Arcane Knowledge. I have very little interest in the mere subject of teaching people Arcaic beliefs, being as mine vary far from the normal dece- ****! THERE I GO AGAIN! I consistently talk about myself like I’m high and mighty within the world. ****! ****! ****! [!] A pause occurs. A sigh, as Blair continues: I have little interest in the mere aspects of my life. I consistently crave the ringing desires of my mind to ease the constancy of mind-rattling ideologies and descriptions. In this case, it’s doing something I’m good at. That’s the thing that makes me sane and ticks. Constantly. Doing…. Things… I got a student. I no longer teach Anna, your wife, or Jon- all forgotten in the past of Sutica. Nonetheless, her name is Thea. We, uh- Didn’t really meet each other on good terms. I connected her to Unsound like a ritualistic cult would with Rolando. She despises me and her sister too. Gods, her sister is fuckin’ worse than me. Thinks she so pompous and pious because she can read a ******* book. Once again, nonetheless- I have no friends or close peoples to the point I can share my mind with anymore. Hence the bird you hold, easily discarded if you don’t wish to read all this. I wouldn’t fuckin’ know if you did or didn’t. I simply just need to do something to ease my mind to sleep. - The last person in my life that I had any semblance of communication in a deep manner was Rosie. Holy shit, was that relationship a wreck. Some days, I am glad she’s dead- others, I wish I had someone to talk to. I tried with Kariv, a bit back. It nearly killed him. Hence why we don’t see each other anymore. I thought about having kids with him but was too scared to over May. I tried to spark a relationship with Nora, she hates my guts. I often think upon the pretense that I may be inherently evil. My grandfather was. Renne was. And so should I, right? It’s in the Fester blood. [!] Another pause. I get caught up in the stereotypes of life-aspects that I let my actions speak before my mind. I constantly do the first thing that comes to mind, which albeit- helps with getting shit done in short periods of time, but gods what has it made me. [!] A longer pause. I do believe I’m coming down now. This wasn’t a high or anything, just simply me trying to be a normal person for once. With all these countless peoples we see, you’d think at least one of them would have the right mindset of a normal person and not some stereotypical actor in a play. Or an animii. I do have a question for you if you’re down to answer: Do you often think about the mindsets of others? Like.. to the point where you try to discern the peoples you see as living beings or just some catalyst for a character in mind by otherworldly forces? Regardless, Lesson whatever-the-**** to leadership - Deprive yourself of humanly characteristics and embody yourself of your goal and only that. I’ll try my hand at some rest. Do enjoy the long message. Leaving note, I have a favor to ask: Keep me in line. Your definition of morality is rather one-d, but a good example I need to look towards too. I’m good, I promise myself. I’m good, I’m good, I’m good, I’m good, and I’m good. Over and over. Gods, what the **** am I doing… Blair Fester, your’s truely. Stay safe out there, Blue. Blue, heh- I like that. Suits you. Hey, that rhymes. [!] The letter seemed to be transcribed from speech through magical means. At the age of a hundred-seventy seven, Blair Fester died alone of old age. She was surrounded by none but the cold stone of the ground. Her death was peaceful; within her sleep. She survived by none and her name is preceded by her only living daughter Anna Fester. if she so lives. Blair's soul was transmuted upon death, and her afterlife is unknown.
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  9. I'm assuming you're long gone by now, but in the off chance:

     

    If I could, I'd retract any words of encouragement, any heartfelt, bro-to-bro chat we had in your darkest hours. Burn in hell and stay out of my friend's DMs Comic.

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  11. I remember my beginner CT days of you scaring the living shit out of me over the fact WT managers could see me through vanish. And another long memory of us going head to head with a few others in build completion held by WT. Overall, Qizu my homie, I will miss you around. As my skin dealer and dude to just say random shit to. You were a good one. Per Audacia Ad Astra
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