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5 mos ago
Current War...War never changes.
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5 mos ago
Hey 16 is the most fantasy, final fantasy has been in years rather than steampunk. It's called final fantasy not steampunk fantasy.
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5 mos ago
We can all agree that 12 sucked ass. Vaan is a stupid protagonist that I wanted so badly to die.
5 mos ago
The best final fantasy is 6 and I will die on that hill. I will die on that hill gladly and happily.
5 mos ago
Fuck you I'll drink gasoline instead.
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Posted. Not the greatest at opening posts but when I have something to work off of I'm better. So if anyone wants to like Interact I'm fine with that.
Wormwood
Interacting with:
Squig
Location: The river by Nibby's Cottage || Action: N/A || Emotion: N/A

Amidst the sound of the creek babbling neath the stretch of the overpass, crickets played their peaceful melody as the frogs filled the silence between with the low baritone of their croaks.

It almost sounded as though the river sang, a sleepy aria broken by the beat of a passing horse over the bridge that lead to Hearth or if one listened carefully enough their ears would be pricked by the sound of a faint off-key chirp unlike a cricket or a birds. It was coming from a small creature sat atop a moss covered rock, happily knawing at its own tail as it sang to nobody in particular.

Wormwood was right at home under the bridge, where it was dark, dank and damp. Somewhere he could splash around and if he was lucky eat a dead fish or something other than the odd pebble. Daylight hurt his eyes so the shade of the bridge was one comfort he had when he wasn't meandering about the woods to the south, wherever south was he knew that his hidey-hole was in that general direction.

Along with the Kobold happily chirping, a small scree came from the little grub that had taken a spot on the head of its dimwitted owner, almost like Squig were singing with Wormwood as the two waited for the sun to dip, night time would be time when they would make for the village to rummage through the hooman's trash.
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@Crimson Flame maaaybe. But I think I might place him in the woods. I appreciate the suggestion and @Timemaster then help.
I...Honestly don't know where to even begin a post πŸ˜‚
What in the sam hell happened is the IC up now?
@Mae is it mandatory to fill the connections in right now?
@SleepingSilence Melania, will ruin your day.
Brut is tripping balls rn but this makes it all the more convenient to share this banger!

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