sometimes i go out to that big empty spot where skaia used to be, and all i can think sittin’ there is “damn, wish i could blow that bright ball of shit up just one more fuckin time.”
If you could travel the furthest ring, there's always the possibility of finding another session to go blow up.
you wont pussy
GOD, i fuckin’ WISH. feels like there’s less and less to do here every goddamn day. but i’d probably just get lost out there and one of those shadowy whispering assholes would fuck around with me.
big ball of light and clouds with a stupid fuckin’ planet in the middle that helps grow a gross, filthy frog. and the hell d’ya mean by that? who the hell are you to say i ain’t Jack noir? pretty sure i’d be the expert, considerin’ that’s who i fuckin’ am.