Snowman
@blackestQuasar
what are you waiting for?
He really posted that.
I love a productive conversation.
Who doesn't? Where to find one is the trick.
You are one of the few people I believe I can have a productive conversation with.
Sometimes, I thank the void I did not have to put up with... Whatever is going on in other social circles. Which is a feat, considering what I have had to put up with in mine up until recently.
Does anyone have any information about how, exactly, The Lordling's time in his incipisphere went?
Probably any of the cueballs have the answer to this.
Anyways, it has been a lovely day for planning murder most foul.
That is in fact the only way to make him actually give up. On anything, really.
Oh, I have no intention of ever confronting the one you did. At least not in the foreseeable future.
Both unexpected and adorable. Perhaps I need to be posting about my evil deeds more.
But for real you were like one third the reason I went and did it so don't fucking die
Hm. The mundane reality of wanting food is a blissful distraction from the slowly unfolding mystery of why the fuck the Lord was like that. Tonight, wine in moderation and something else I have not decided upon yet.
How many fucking times. Don't answer that.
A handful of troll whelps without any godlings really is not that scary, when one takes certain matters into account. For example, romantic entanglements.
Perhaps I should work on some schemes of my own. It would be too gratifying to see that red blood splatter to leave it a fantasy.
On that note, if anyone is experienced in the realm of code injection, I could use a hand.
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Trite though it may be, I do need to kill him.
For clarity, I do recommend murdering prospitans, insurrectionists, and so on. But also I'm not especially bothered. The war was really my late matesprit's project.
The heartburn from two Lords deciding to murder each other is slowly dying down. I don't know if the scars will ever truly heal, but I digress. As it turns out, I have been ratted on to the midnight crew a few times. But nobody knows how to find me or my safe house, so I will simply ignore that concern for now.
It's always gratifying to see my work in the news. Even if I don't plan to take credit publicly.
Well, this has been fun. I will take a break from posting and enjoy myself offline for a bit.
Not until I'm ready to kill you.
Wait. About me? I didn't think he was seriously into women.
I'm curious and drunk enough to want to hear it. But I don't know if you'd like to spend the night of your emancipation like that.
I have a feeling you remind him of someone.
It's one way to pass the time, at least. But I'll save it. Call it an IOU.
It's a shame I cannot attend fight night like this. But I am definitely not in any condition to do so.
It's a shame I couldn't take Seven with me, but he's just too loyal. Oh well.
Mmmm. It's been too long since I felt like this. I really was moldering in there.
🚬 But in a joyous, gloating manner. I can feel every shot twisting space to find its mark. Bleed, you feckless motherfucker.