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Started by Jarky Thistlebrush, September 23, 2019, 07:22:00 AM

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Kade Rivok

Quote from: Ebantu the Kararehe on February 22, 2020, 06:58:26 AM
Generally, when one is hit by a trailer whilst sitting in a tree, one falls down. I did not hit you with a trailer. You hit me.

Well you shouldn't have been tossing acorns at Mharbrow, that isn't much better you know.  As for...

*A familiar scent reaches his nose and his pupils dilate.*

MARSHMALLOWS?
Words!
Writings of a Mad Man

Songs!
Kade's Vocal Emporium

Gaming!
The Noob Combo

Super Special Medals!

Ebantu the Kararehe

Infant Ebby is a smol, out-of-control firebending terror. It's a good thing she's also quite cute.

May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
And rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.


lass of something much

*cooks a marshmellow*
𝓛𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓮 𝓕𝓲𝓼𝓱

Kade Rivok

Words!
Writings of a Mad Man

Songs!
Kade's Vocal Emporium

Gaming!
The Noob Combo

Super Special Medals!

Ebantu the Kararehe

On a stick, over a campfire.
Infant Ebby is a smol, out-of-control firebending terror. It's a good thing she's also quite cute.

May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
And rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.


Kade Rivok

Why cook them though?  They're best raw and wriggling!
Words!
Writings of a Mad Man

Songs!
Kade's Vocal Emporium

Gaming!
The Noob Combo

Super Special Medals!

Ebantu the Kararehe

*skewers a delicious homekill sausage on a stick and cooks it over the fire*
Infant Ebby is a smol, out-of-control firebending terror. It's a good thing she's also quite cute.

May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
And rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.


lass of something much

*smoke gets in eyes* Ouch...
𝓛𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓮 𝓕𝓲𝓼𝓱

Ebantu the Kararehe

Oh...there's a river over there.
Infant Ebby is a smol, out-of-control firebending terror. It's a good thing she's also quite cute.

May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
And rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.


Booklover

Quote from: Kade Rivok on February 22, 2020, 07:10:46 AM
*A familiar scent reaches his nose and his pupils dilate.*

MARSHMALLOWS?
I'm amazed you didn't react a few pages ago when I was eating marshmallows. *eats some more so nobody can steal them*
Error. Error. Cannot compute.

Verdauga

*Gets out of trailer, wobbling and holding my head.*

W-wh-what happened? I felt like I flew for a moment there.
I've been looking back over these past few months, and I've felt off. Felt different. At the time, I wanted nothing more than to go back to the good old days.
But now? Could I just ignore all the ways I've suffered and grown? Caught hold and let go? Could I return from life, having now lived?

lass of something much

well, you are in a tree...soo
𝓛𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓮 𝓕𝓲𝓼𝓱

Ebantu the Kararehe

Move slowly and carefully or the trailer will overbalance and you'll fall down.
Infant Ebby is a smol, out-of-control firebending terror. It's a good thing she's also quite cute.

May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
And rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.


lass of something much

*packs up camping stuff*
𝓛𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓮 𝓕𝓲𝓼𝓱

Verdauga

*Teleports the trailer back to its rightful place.*
I've been looking back over these past few months, and I've felt off. Felt different. At the time, I wanted nothing more than to go back to the good old days.
But now? Could I just ignore all the ways I've suffered and grown? Caught hold and let go? Could I return from life, having now lived?