Syntonic“Tell me what you know of Amaska”Syntonic
The old man woke, startled by the woman’s small but firm voice. He rubbed his hands over his eyes and balding scalp, and sat upright to get a better look at whoever was disturbing his sleep.
The sun had just crawled over the horizon, but was still mostly obscured by silvery clouds threatening rain. The faintest orange could be seen just around their edges. Smoke was fairly thick in the air over the refuge camp, rising up from cook fires and bringing with it the smell of pine smoke, cooking sausage, and hot coffee. The only sound
Devious Journal Entry
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Haha, me = retard.
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I can't find you, stay where you are...
---Hail Eris. Fuck you---
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people greet me
i'm polite
let's all dance a happy dance, and then drink a little of the magical liquid that makes all your problems go far far away!
Sulfuric acid.
@__o
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Imagine a world with no hypothetical situations...
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