Hello there dear readers.
Have you ever taken a closer look at the public and what for strange or interesting beings might be walking Sigil streets? Ofcourse you didnt! There are too blimey many berks around. Well, but there are indeed some that could be of interest to you!
Let us start with the good Vorr or also known as Mr. Cough too much. I swear, he is likely going to die of coughing those lungs of his out instead of age. Comes to the other question if he is some old lad, hard to see under all those scars. He certainly can pass as the boo-man in children stories. Well, as long as he keeps his costumers happy with his enhancements, thumbs up to you!
Something I found hilarious was all the sneaky people around town! Gee guys, give up. You are like elephants in a porcelain store when Kelth is around so shoo. We dont need you, no one wants you, many people can hear you or see you while you hide dumbly behind some basket.
Oh yes, now let us talk about Kelth, our dear Rasheman who wears no shirt. He has one good voice I can tell you. Seeing he is already have nude, he has to arrouse his dear somehow, no? Angels are picky, I can tell you from experience. Only way to turn them on is by good voice. Low, demanding and with that little bit of hmpf that makes the giggle and squirm.
Have you noticed how much the Harmonium is in some struggle right now? First it was Cratten who talks about honor in dueling a guy just so he can stick his jazz in some girl of his liking and now we have Raifael who has been going around hacking people madly. How SILLY! No? Well there is your peace keepers for you. I calp for you Harmonium! So much honor it makes me tremble (in laughter).
Our little nice Interplanar Mercenary Company... something something Warhound blah blah. Too long name, seriously. Anyways, the band seems all around good, gets the job done and hey, how cliché; the band leader is one eyed! Kinda cute though. So keep up the good work. Maybe the Harmonium can learn a piece of you about morals and ethics.
Alright Berks, Cutters and other strange thingies that took a look at this. Enjoy and till next week.
-Written by "I know you well".
*in small print underneath*
Any hostilities, sobs or break ups caused by this will not put me in responsibility. Your fault for reading.
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Hello to the second weeks posting of Bashing You!
This time I wish to adress my worries about a certain race taking over our beloved cage. I mean just look at the amount of Drows lurking durking around! They cover the roads, they are withing your kitchen, they spoil the alcoholics and heck, they are even right next to you when you bath (not like the many men here would mind.) So, whats up you dark skinned elfs? Planning some hideous things or is your home just boring? I heard it was kind of lame having to duck spiders.
Talking about Drow, there is a certain giggle-stick about. I tell you, I have never seen a drow that acted so happy as her. Its a little odd if not awkward too but otherwise she's a cutey. Hey, not to forget she's one of them Mercs. Wonder what she does. Chearlead? Give me a W.A.R.H.O.U.N.D.S, Warhounds! Yay!
More about the giggly people around the cage, we have an interesting red headed dame (Yes! Readheaded! I know, daaaww) who sadly suffers under amnesia. She is too good hearted to the things surrounding her. She even takes inanimate objects realistically like living things. Perhaps a bit kookoo in the head but its just that, that makes her so loveable. Girl, advise to you though, you best watch out what you do then because some objects just have to be violated so you can live on. Cant hold in everything as they say.
I will tell you a small story now that I heard about those chaos lovin' blokes and lasses, the Xaositect. Once upon a time, far away from any place in the multiverse but then again so close stood a dame in pure white. She was leaned against the wall, relaxed and on guard till a strange man with not matching cloathing approached her. After a bit of talk that lead to much confusion her rolled a dice as he could not decide what to do. Oh boy... the horrible dice. They rolled fate, fate that the woman should likely not escape. The dice stopped and he looked up to the woman with a serious glance of determination, saying, "I have to steal your left boot." Alright, still seems the woman has the plated greave now though. OH, and she did get some stalker notes laid next to her. Well, there is some Xao Xao stuff for you. Stay away from them! Good word of advice unless you get turned on by boot stalkers. You know how it is... strange place, strange fetishes.
This time I wish to adress my worries about a certain race taking over our beloved cage. I mean just look at the amount of Drows lurking durking around! They cover the roads, they are withing your kitchen, they spoil the alcoholics and heck, they are even right next to you when you bath (not like the many men here would mind.) So, whats up you dark skinned elfs? Planning some hideous things or is your home just boring? I heard it was kind of lame having to duck spiders.
Talking about Drow, there is a certain giggle-stick about. I tell you, I have never seen a drow that acted so happy as her. Its a little odd if not awkward too but otherwise she's a cutey. Hey, not to forget she's one of them Mercs. Wonder what she does. Chearlead? Give me a W.A.R.H.O.U.N.D.S, Warhounds! Yay!
More about the giggly people around the cage, we have an interesting red headed dame (Yes! Readheaded! I know, daaaww) who sadly suffers under amnesia. She is too good hearted to the things surrounding her. She even takes inanimate objects realistically like living things. Perhaps a bit kookoo in the head but its just that, that makes her so loveable. Girl, advise to you though, you best watch out what you do then because some objects just have to be violated so you can live on. Cant hold in everything as they say.
I will tell you a small story now that I heard about those chaos lovin' blokes and lasses, the Xaositect. Once upon a time, far away from any place in the multiverse but then again so close stood a dame in pure white. She was leaned against the wall, relaxed and on guard till a strange man with not matching cloathing approached her. After a bit of talk that lead to much confusion her rolled a dice as he could not decide what to do. Oh boy... the horrible dice. They rolled fate, fate that the woman should likely not escape. The dice stopped and he looked up to the woman with a serious glance of determination, saying, "I have to steal your left boot." Alright, still seems the woman has the plated greave now though. OH, and she did get some stalker notes laid next to her. Well, there is some Xao Xao stuff for you. Stay away from them! Good word of advice unless you get turned on by boot stalkers. You know how it is... strange place, strange fetishes.