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It came from behind!
A Spartan has been downed.
"My smolder..." S wheezed out, his face on the cold wooden floor. "...ouch..."
Graag brom and Foxfound
Spartan felt a presence on his back, a somewhat clingy one at that...
Wobbegong and Graag brom
"Hm?" He heard as a reply, the feeling of something snuggling him ever present. She was relatively light, so he could perhaps get up with her on him.
Wobbegong and Graag brom
He could hear her grumble in annoyance as she released him.
Wobbegong and Graag brom
Some time has passed, with cooking-related sounds still emanating from the kitchen. There is far less smoke, however.
Suddenly, Z emerges from the door holding an actually quite good looking pumpkin pie. There's a bit of ash and such on her face but it's probably fine. In any case, the pie's probably welcome, given that they usually don't appear in stores until the holidays.
Kiri was peering over the table Z had set the pie down on. The fact that she couldn't eat any of it was clearly quite vexing.
"Hmph."
Z patted her on the shoulder, not that either of them could feel it. "Don't worry, small one. I will find a way to cook something you can eat."
Smoke began coming from the kitchen again. Z must have left the oven on.
"Right after I figure out how to cook for normal humans..." She charged into the kitchen, where she filled a saucepan with water and poured it into the oven door, where it hopefully put out the fire without causing an electrical short or something similar.
Graag brom and Elfland
(The mix tape on fire or the fire distinguisher?)
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https://i.imgur.com/1vNIBzL.jpg
https://i.imgur.com/s8cNo0z.jpg
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Graag brom and Foxfound
(The fire distinguisher.)
(*when someone shows you a meme but you already saw it five minutes ago*)
(Yes though less res publica and more imperī)
Graag brom and Elfland
(So earlier I was on my phone and clicked on a YouTube link and then when I tried to close it I'm pretty sure it started playing on the smart TV upstairs. I've decided not to investigate this one further.)
(Also, today I'm going to try to start writing a coherent history for this nation's world. Suggestions are extremely welcome, as I really don't know what I'm doing.)
Graag brom and Elfland
(Ugh, I can't write anything. It's all jumbled together in my head. It's painful.)
Graag brom and Elfland
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VBlFHuCzPgY
*On hold music finally ends*
Drem yol lok, hi lost bo ko dová árān āklokzul!
-Nāk gēn kāz fá vodag vīŋ.
-Zárámīk hē sīgonisse fá zīfāz.
-Fá rágot ākbok al kī hofkáhe.
-Fá vodqeθkrenne bo ko há bronne.
-Fá jōr āk tinvāk hūl tinvākke.
-Fá hádrimhās korāv lokkorāv fāl núvulonkun do hētvulonkun.
-Fá pruzáhālvutfinne ag hí réθhe.
-Fá boāk thu'um θōr.
-Fá ráhe-kogānne korāv né sonākke.
-Rul nid lost pruzá sul!
)
(All the writing for this nation is broken and I can't write anything new and every time I try to I make it worse and I can't even sleep anymore.)
(Dino:0 out of 1* Ravyn:0 out of 1
[*If Dino wasn't holding back from causing her much harm, nevermind the fact she was actively trying to kill him, he possibly would've won and his brīná would be missing an arm or at least have a heavily injured arm... Instead he just cut into the magicka carrying veins in that arm, and got her to agree to a draw as they were both paralyzed from a spell she cast combined with a thu'um he used.])
(Take a break from it to return later, or to rip out the foundation and come up with a new idea. Either way you might have better luck in a calmer/less frustrated with writers block mood.)
(What I decided to do was delete most of the old factbooks and rebuild the ones I decided were salvageable. I have the old factbooks saved on my computer, since there are some characters and such I'll be keeping.)
(I'm not sure if that explains it right, I guess I've just gotten myself too stressed.)
(It's a good thing I'm not the kid in Wyesburgh. I'd be redoing the world every other week out of OCD.)
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