Ruler
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| + | Rulers keep thinking alive from their back-alley sales of infantile gamboling and navigating sources of tainted joy. Their syntax makes them seem backwards, but it is not at their loss if they can communicate fairly normally and earn their daily bread by going about activities in a therapeutic fashion. In this story: you play during the period of elevenses one of the best rulers. | ||
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Waiting delivers you from the valley of clouds underneath your feet. Radiation fog subsumes this valley, dotted by sinuous black fells. Your hand is almost yellow compared to the noir surroundings. It is unclear: whether you are dreaming, whether you have a routine, and what your face looks like. You can't move as you're not hygienic enough for the ground, and it becomes sanguine after your acrid steps in the instances you know of. | Waiting delivers you from the valley of clouds underneath your feet. Radiation fog subsumes this valley, dotted by sinuous black fells. Your hand is almost yellow compared to the noir surroundings. It is unclear: whether you are dreaming, whether you have a routine, and what your face looks like. You can't move as you're not hygienic enough for the ground, and it becomes sanguine after your acrid steps in the instances you know of. | ||
Current revision as of 23:44, 23 February 2017
Rulers keep thinking alive from their back-alley sales of infantile gamboling and navigating sources of tainted joy. Their syntax makes them seem backwards, but it is not at their loss if they can communicate fairly normally and earn their daily bread by going about activities in a therapeutic fashion. In this story: you play during the period of elevenses one of the best rulers.
Waiting delivers you from the valley of clouds underneath your feet. Radiation fog subsumes this valley, dotted by sinuous black fells. Your hand is almost yellow compared to the noir surroundings. It is unclear: whether you are dreaming, whether you have a routine, and what your face looks like. You can't move as you're not hygienic enough for the ground, and it becomes sanguine after your acrid steps in the instances you know of.
Nothing inventive can be done. He described you as a "haggard, corrosive fool" a while back, and you wonder if that's why
Do you:
