musical chairs with siege perilous.

where the hell are my pneumatic tubes this is not the future jules verne promised

i do not want 'email' i want little brass capsules that go "shwump"

SOUNDWAVE and his DERANGED CHILDREN:

this might be my toughest foe yet

an unmatched feeling actually

Me, watching my kitten hold still for a suspiciously long time: Ollie, are you peeing on my floor?

Ollie: Not

Me: Are you sure?

Ollie, grunting through time and space to push out a chocolate mcmuffin wider than he is tall: Not

Me, helpless, arms full of hot chili: Ollie, no! Ollie no! No, Ollie! God, Jesus, Ollie! Ollie, nooo!!

Ollie:

Artist's recreation of incident

"why do you even know that" i thirst for knowledge as the arctic tern chases a perpetual summer

And stuff can mean a whole lot in the context of wasteland life.

I love nautical and seaside town horror stories. Tell me more about the fog and water that eats people

[RUINING THE LIVES OF PEOPLE WHO ARE NOT REAL] i am playing. With my touys

Ship's Cat Chiclet - the Mascot of the Mary A. Whalen (1938) a retired oil tanker, Brooklyn, New York

'bear in mind' well yes there are bears in my mind. hibernating and eating berries and hunting for salmon and such, etc etc

there is no 'base accent' so like all of this is entirely subjective tbc, just based on what people around you say and how you think you sound

pick whichever language you want to answer in if you're multi-lingual

op is the high hrothgar frost troll