Lot of interest boiling for this one, could be fun once I get the rest of my ducks sorted.
mickilennial
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STATUS: He gives power to the faint, and to him who has no might he increases strength. | Isaiah 40:29 11 days ago
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Mickilennial Updates:
- My father passed away in October 2025
- Dental health has led to several root canals
- Mental breaks have led to inconsistency, be patient with me
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If I wanted to live somewhere cheap I'd move to Michigan. Oh wait. Yep.
If people from Indiana love God so much, then certainly they shouldn't be afraid to let God sort them out.
At least they aren't Ohioans.
I think most IGAs, even in rural areas have been replaced and gone the way of the (midwestern) dinosaurs.
@TGM
Damn, it is a small world! I was born and raised in West Branch.
Must've been nice in a small town like West Branch and St Helen. I remember going up there and the IGA was like the largest anything resembling civilization.
I've lived in the downriver/DTW area my whole life with only like two exceptions (Flat Rock, Belleville). Family as far up as Houghton Lake, Farmington Hills, Ferndale, etc. Dad used to have a cabin out in West Branch, been to Mackinac Island and Traverse City a few times as a kid. So, Michigan is pretty well traversed for me.
I just got a cloudfare error from trying to post in here, so, that's a good sign of what's to come.
Location: Ifrise Forest, Sovereignty of Dryadalis
“Tch.” Pythia scoffed, adverting her eyes from the Inquisitor-traitor.
The blonde was right in a way. What was done was done, and the only thing that could advert her inhumane crimes was to move forward.
Logically speaking, it made sense. The way certain words felt like daggers didn’t change that, especially when she spoke about her family. Did she actually have some kind of dossier on her that she had read? Did she know she was the last person who had pure-flowing blood of the ancients in her veins? She was an inquisitor who had deduced, no, found out that the archon—their unrivaled leader—had committed regicide based on a lie. How did she find out? In her head she was arguing with herself, about the concept of being exposed, but also how she came upon such information. But she didn’t look at her any differently, she didn’t shift her manners to her. She didn’t know anything. She couldn’t.
Affirming that was miles of relief for her.
The red-haired girl's eyes narrowed as she refused to give eye contact. “You can tag along if you want, but I won't tolerate injured wolves who can't keep up.”
Pythia's eyes moved to the distance as Clara seemed to be pressing with their former foe.
I aired my issues last time, so I don't think there's a use to repeat it.
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