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Greetings, my new compadres. I have recently quit my job as a light source to pursue a career in RP-ing. (And by 'quit', I mean 'fired' because water-candles do not make very efficient light sources. They had trouble firing me too, since I can't hold a flame for very long.)
In any case, I broke free of the rusty chains that bound me to my post on a chandelier, and have some how managed, through frenzied hopping and rolling, to escape from my stone prison. As the proverbial sun sets in the horizon of a romantic beach conveniently placed next to the graveyard, I stand on the golden shores and dream of how I shall use this profound sense of freedom to do good in the world. *a majestic, orchestral arrangement soars in the background*
...And sometimes, as I deeply ponder the state of my existence, I wonder: How the hell am I typing any of this? I have no arms, or fingers, or any appendages that could assist in my textual experience. For cripes' sake, HOW AM I DOING THIS???
Magic. (.-.)
In any case, I broke free of the rusty chains that bound me to my post on a chandelier, and have some how managed, through frenzied hopping and rolling, to escape from my stone prison. As the proverbial sun sets in the horizon of a romantic beach conveniently placed next to the graveyard, I stand on the golden shores and dream of how I shall use this profound sense of freedom to do good in the world. *a majestic, orchestral arrangement soars in the background*
...And sometimes, as I deeply ponder the state of my existence, I wonder: How the hell am I typing any of this? I have no arms, or fingers, or any appendages that could assist in my textual experience. For cripes' sake, HOW AM I DOING THIS???
Magic. (.-.)