01-13-2019, 03:20 AM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 1.4;letter-spacing:.1px"]Christmas was his least favorite time of the year, and not so much because he had no one to spend it with. He just...hated everything about it, and everything it brought with it, so he was glad that they'd made it into the next year. At least the holiday buzz died down, although there were still radio stations playing Christmas music; it'd probably have to pried out of their cold, dead fingers. Everything else, though, returned to the uneventful. He fought off his editor, the weather, his shitty moods, the birds in the morning- not that he was successful, but at least he tried. This was a rare moment of relative relaxation, despite his tendency to get a bit too involved in what was an overall basic kingdom game.
Wasn't as though he had anything else to do, but his editor would say otherwise.
Fuck it. Ambroise was too embroiled now, one hand on the mouse, the other groping around the several coffee mugs on his desk, searching for the one that wasn't tepid. He'd have to warm another cup up if they'd all gone cold and disgusting, but thankfully, after a bit more groping and grimacing, he found the mug still a bit warm.
His kingdom was going smoothly, he liked to think. It wasn't the most desirable location of those available, but that was why he liked it. That, and it reminded him of the view he'd get glancing outside, where the dense tree-line waited. It wasn't thick without the leaves, but when they returned, visibility was a distant dream, and he liked it that way.
Besides, in the game it gave him plenty of wood to trade. Farming wasn't as rewarding, but hunting and fishing were, so what he needed he could easily make exchanges for. He was in the middle of checking everything he'd hoarded when the rare conversation side-bar leaped to his attention. Ambroise frowned into his coffee, which he had to swallow with a disgusted noise- he'd grabbed the wrong one. "Hn."
He didn't answer yet, leaving the chair to grab the pot of coffee, fore-going a mug since at least this wouldn't be as easy to confuse. Didn't take him long to limp back, settling back down with a restrained grunt at his back's protests.
stopputtingxinusernames: i might could spare some
Ambroise wasn't the help center, so he wasn't going to toss a word of advice to "thedxctxr." Besides, he was busy offering help already to "sxnshine," which manifested in the form of two little minions with water buckets. He never said he was going to give them good help.
Wasn't as though he had anything else to do, but his editor would say otherwise.
Fuck it. Ambroise was too embroiled now, one hand on the mouse, the other groping around the several coffee mugs on his desk, searching for the one that wasn't tepid. He'd have to warm another cup up if they'd all gone cold and disgusting, but thankfully, after a bit more groping and grimacing, he found the mug still a bit warm.
His kingdom was going smoothly, he liked to think. It wasn't the most desirable location of those available, but that was why he liked it. That, and it reminded him of the view he'd get glancing outside, where the dense tree-line waited. It wasn't thick without the leaves, but when they returned, visibility was a distant dream, and he liked it that way.
Besides, in the game it gave him plenty of wood to trade. Farming wasn't as rewarding, but hunting and fishing were, so what he needed he could easily make exchanges for. He was in the middle of checking everything he'd hoarded when the rare conversation side-bar leaped to his attention. Ambroise frowned into his coffee, which he had to swallow with a disgusted noise- he'd grabbed the wrong one. "Hn."
He didn't answer yet, leaving the chair to grab the pot of coffee, fore-going a mug since at least this wouldn't be as easy to confuse. Didn't take him long to limp back, settling back down with a restrained grunt at his back's protests.
stopputtingxinusernames: i might could spare some
Ambroise wasn't the help center, so he wasn't going to toss a word of advice to "thedxctxr." Besides, he was busy offering help already to "sxnshine," which manifested in the form of two little minions with water buckets. He never said he was going to give them good help.
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mall-caps; line-height:1.1;"]there is no such thing as a dawn or a dusk — it's daylight until it is night; and there is no such thing as a dying man — we are alive 'til the moment we are dead
mall-caps; line-height:1.1;"]there is no such thing as a dawn or a dusk — it's daylight until it is night; and there is no such thing as a dying man — we are alive 'til the moment we are dead