
Callum Wurrth
@wranglingSharpshot
W⌖rshipper ⌖f the Mirthful Messiahs. 𓍯 H⌖⌖fbeast wrangler. 𓍯 N⌖t⌖ri⌖us quickdraw. 𓍯
Seems like s⌖me⌖ne’s gettin’ ‘is keister handed t⌖ ‘im t⌖light. Earned it, t⌖⌖. ‘S always a treat t⌖ see. 𓍯
Cleanin’ my gun t’day. ‘S nice t’ sit d⌖wn ‘n make her nice ‘n shiny again. 𓍯
Jus’ a simple cluckbeast fer dinner fer me t’night. Since y’all were talkin’ ‘b⌖ut it ‘n all. 𓍯
A feller’ll be scr⌖llin’ ⌖n here ‘n see the m⌖st g⌖rge⌖us man I ever d⌖ne laid my ganderbulbs ⌖n. It gets t’ a p⌖int. 𓍯
Hell, I d⌖ne g⌖ne 'n f⌖rg⌖t ab⌖ut Fight Night. Shucks. Well, wasn't sure I was g⌖nna g⌖ again anyway. Guess this settles it. ⌖ughta be a nice day at hive fer me, then. 𓍯
G⌖in' ⌖ut t' the field fer s⌖me target practice. Jus' sh⌖⌖tin' cans fr⌖m a distance. H⌖pefully I ain't l⌖st m' t⌖uch. 𓍯
There're s⌖me f⌖lks ya wish ya c⌖uld jus' m⌖sey up t⌖ 'n put a bullet thr⌖ugh their pan 'n never have t' deal with them again. Think 'm seein' ⌖ne ⌖' th⌖se f⌖lks ⌖n m' dash t⌖night. 𓍯
W⌖⌖lbeasts are all shaved. They ⌖ughta be feelin' nice 'n light right ab⌖ut n⌖w. Must feel real g⌖⌖d f⌖r 'em. Least, I h⌖pe it d⌖es. N⌖w I jus' g⌖tta sell all this w⌖⌖l. Ain't n⌖ thing. 𓍯
Gettin' cl⌖se t' the time I'm g⌖nna have t' shave all the w⌖⌖lbeasts. L⌖⌖kin' f⌖rward t' it. They're g⌖nna be a wh⌖le l⌖t lighter. 𓍯
Was interestin'. D⌖n't kn⌖w if I'll be attendin' th' next ⌖ne, but it was sure an experience. 𓍯
Big purple feller l⌖st. D⌖n't see that every night. 𓍯
Hell, there's a l⌖t g⌖in' ⌖n. Ain't sure it's fer me. I ain't n⌖ wuss, th⌖ugh. 'M g⌖nna stay. 𓍯
Headin' ⌖ut early t' get t' fight night ⌖n time. G⌖nna see what all the fuss is 'b⌖ut. 𓍯
Might check ⌖ut this wh⌖le fight night thing. Jus' t' watch. Think I g⌖t m' beasts taken care ⌖f fer the night. 𓍯
Headin' ⌖ut t' the field fer s⌖me target practice t'day 'f⌖re the sun c⌖mes up. G⌖tta keep m' aim sharp. 𓍯

Stop reading this right now and take your gun apart and do the fuckin' maintenance. Clean it, lube it, make sure all the pieces are nice n' right, and put it togetha again. Gun jamming KILLS.
Havin' a sm⌖ke t'night. Cheers, y'all. 𓍯
Mighty fine t' see s⌖ many fell⌖w w⌖rshippers here. Ain't n⌖b⌖dy made a stink ab⌖ut me bein' a br⌖nze yet, either. 'S always nice. 𓍯
I'll bury the rest ⌖' him. C⌖uld leave 'im ⌖ut. Warnin' fer what happens t' trespassers. Feelin' kind t⌖night. S⌖ I'll bust ⌖ut the sh⌖vel. 𓍯











