11-01-2019, 03:01 AM
[align=center][div style="width:70%; text-align: justify; padding: 1px;"]Welp. Moonlight Vale was gone. Apparently, running a group was very hard work and Lemy hated hard work. Who knew? So, after the group went down the drain, he jumped ship and fucked off into the great unknown. He laid low for a few months to make sure the angry ghost of Videogames wasn't going to haunt his ass for being an undependable piece of shit. (Sorry Vid, he thought, still love ya.) Although technically, it wasn't his fault; Videogames was the one who played the vanishing game first. He completely convinced himself of this within the months of hiding. Absolved of all culpability, Lemy returned back to society.
Without a guilty conscience, his soul grew purer, he shed his demonic taint and was then elevated to a saint.
That abso-fuckin'-lutely did not happen. As a matter-of-fact, he learned nothing and the entire experience was wasted on him. And so he went on his merry way in search of another group to free-load off of like the obnoxious flea that he was.
And then he got stranded near the mountains. What the fuck... he thought as he stared off into the horizon, looking like he'd just swallowed a gallon of shit. Where am I? asked the man who had not bought a map because he thought the merchant was a panhandler. (Also he was poor.)
He wandered for a few moments until he caught the scent of a border. Oh man, he never thought he'd be so happy to smell a line of literal piss and god-knows-what-else. He wasn't about to die in the middle of fuck-all nowhere, thank god.
He sat down at the border, gave himself a good grooming, and fixed his cloak. He sat in silence for one second. Then he screamed: "Hiya! Hey, hey! I'm here to join, name's Lemy Abelard!"
Without a guilty conscience, his soul grew purer, he shed his demonic taint and was then elevated to a saint.
That abso-fuckin'-lutely did not happen. As a matter-of-fact, he learned nothing and the entire experience was wasted on him. And so he went on his merry way in search of another group to free-load off of like the obnoxious flea that he was.
And then he got stranded near the mountains. What the fuck... he thought as he stared off into the horizon, looking like he'd just swallowed a gallon of shit. Where am I? asked the man who had not bought a map because he thought the merchant was a panhandler. (Also he was poor.)
He wandered for a few moments until he caught the scent of a border. Oh man, he never thought he'd be so happy to smell a line of literal piss and god-knows-what-else. He wasn't about to die in the middle of fuck-all nowhere, thank god.
He sat down at the border, gave himself a good grooming, and fixed his cloak. He sat in silence for one second. Then he screamed: "Hiya! Hey, hey! I'm here to join, name's Lemy Abelard!"