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SUNSHINE, LOLLIPOPS AND RAINBOWS
EVERYTHING THAT'S WONDERFUL IS WHAT I FEEL A-WHEN WE'RE TOGETHER At least they had similar thoughts concerning the rest of the populace; they all deserved to drown if they weren't capable of caring for themselves and paying enough attention to the world around them to tell that, hey, something was going on, and they needed to get their arses to the meadow if they wanted to live to see another miserable day. Their feeble attempts at warning others had proved to be just that, not that the brindle particularly cared, and upon their return to the Earth God they were faced with yet another task, this one seeming much more useless than the one before. And as he made his way towards the stream that ran through the meadow, he couldn't help but grumble in clear annoyance at it all. "He's the God of Earth," he mused, "Bringing a flood to cleanse the world... But he can't fill a fucking bucket." Reaching the steam, the brindle lowered his bucket down into the cool water until it had filled completely and then carefully lifted it back up. A glance was sent towards Histe as he settled the bucket on the shoreline, shifting his jaw about as though to prepare it for the weight it was about to be forced to carry. "By the way," he spoke up, "What is your name?" "blather blather blather" @[Histe] -- Sorry for double tag! |
The Weaver's Workshop
HP: 45
