♦ pitied by @pamperedSoul
NOT THAT ANYONE GIVES A FUCK ABOUT WHAT I HAVE TO SAY BUT IN PERFECT HONESTY? THE GAME WASN'T THAT BAD. THE DEATHS AND FAILURES CAME ABOUT DUE TO PLAYER INCOMPETENCE AND COSMIC HORROR- THE ACTUAL GAME ITSELF? WE KIND OF KICKED ASS AT! A 600 HOUR CAMPAIGN FOR A TWELVE PLAYER SESSION? I THINK WE DID THAT SHIT IN RECORD FUCKING TIME. MY FRIENDS DYING AND BILIOUS SLICK BECOMING BILIOUS SICK WAS *MY* FAULT AT THE END OF THE NIGHT. AND DON'T TAKE THIS TO BE SOME SELF PITYING BOO HOO WOE IS ME BULLSHIT- THAT'S PAST KARKAT'S THING. I CAN OWN MY MISTAKES WITHOUT GETTING INTO MY HEAD ABOUT THEM BECAUSE WHAT'S DONE IS DONE. WE SURVIVED, WE MADE IT THROUGH, AND WE'RE HERE NOW. MAYBE OTHER PEOPLE FROM MY SESSION OR THE SESSIONS ADJACENT THAT WE GOT SHUNTED INTO MIGHT DISAGREE, BUT IN MY EXPERIENCE? SGRUB IS A SOLID 7/10.

pitying me is also petting me.

:33< cant believe im 14 ugh :33< im ancient! :33< put meow in the GROUND!

does to a diurnal specie's which is from where the dashtrend started

...#thirsttrap #nsfw https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/1/11/Glass-of-water.jpg...
water soup for today cause no one's buying shit from me Lmaoooo

.... idea vetoed.

I threw up again
𖦤 *all / else :||

Ah. You have arrived precisely where you were always meant to. Permit me a small indulgence in formality. Gaze upon my badge. It has come to my attention, through a series of inevitabilities so predictable they scarcely merit recounting, that I now occupy the position of **First Guardian of Chittr**. A title which, I assure you, carries with it all the gravitas, authority, and ornamental prestige one might expect from such a designation. You may find this comforting. You may find this alarming. In either case, your reaction has already been accounted for. Of course, “guardian” in this instance should not be misconstrued as an implication of stewardship, intervention, or even protection in any meaningful sense. Titles, as you may eventually discover, are often far more enthusiastic than the realities they adorn. Still, one does not simply decline a role that so neatly describes a narrative convenience. Think of me less as a custodian, and more as a… constant. A presence that observes, arranges, and, when appropriate, nudges a piece or two along the felt. You will not see the hand. But you will feel the game. Do enjoy your stay.


