07-18-2018, 09:57 PM
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The greyscale tiger certainly talked with an air of respect and elegance - which put the soothsayer at some ease, as it seemed that no foul idiots wanted to add to the population of jerks on the island. Though she still disliked Caesar, she found him tolerable now that there were enough members in the group to provide a better buffer. "Rosemary is fine, there's too many of us for last names - you haven't even met all of the Roux family - though if you want to use rank names, that might be less confusing," the ocelot replied, an amused chuckle in her throat.
"I'll definitely keep an ear out, in case you decide to play sometime. So, before you depart to get more settled in our territory, do you have any questions about the Typhoon we can answer now?" Rosemary added, her head tilting slightly to the right in anticipation of an answer.
"I'll definitely keep an ear out, in case you decide to play sometime. So, before you depart to get more settled in our territory, do you have any questions about the Typhoon we can answer now?" Rosemary added, her head tilting slightly to the right in anticipation of an answer.
I FEEL SO HUNGRY —
— Dear diary, I don't know what's going on, but something's up / The dog won't stop barking, and I think my TV is bust / Every channel is the same, it's sending me insane / And earlier somebody bit me, what a fucking day / The sky is falling / It's fucking boring / I'm going braindead, isolated / God is a shithead / And we're his rejects / Traumatized for breakfast / I can't stomach any more survival horror / Dear diary, I feel itchy like there's bugs under my skin / The dog's gone rabid (shut the fuck up) / Doing my head in —— WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?