Ask the Unlucky Pawn

I'm aware I've been really, really inactive recently... Just to let you guys know, I'm still alive and kicking! Hoping to get back to full activity soonish, but my inactivity might continue a while longer since exams start soon and I'm juggling quite a few things in the meantime...

(This is pretty much all the need-to-know info, the rest I just sort of ramble about my recent endeavors)

Truly, you are a sharp-tongued, sharp-witted Arisen ser! 

That being said, 'twould seem a point most fair! Heh, heh... 

To answer your question...

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Hmmm...

Well... Dying leaves me little time to socialize and so does my lack of emotion. I'd say the most er... How do you say it? ...'intimate' moment I've had was being thrown to the brine by my master.

The feel of her armour clasped tightly to her body, and those fine hands gripping me about the middle rendering immobile, whilst her fierce face rested upon my chest... 'Twas such a warm feeling, whilst it lasted.

The moment I hit the water's surface was... less tender.

I do not relish that memory.

*Ahem* 

Sorry for the pause, all my wonderful followers! I went on a short holiday, but activity will resume as normal from now on! 

'Twould be such a shame if I phrased my questions in such an intricate and complicated way that you choose the wrong answer. 

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Oh, what, Arisen? 

You want me to ask the same question again? 

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Jon: *watching me play and generally being a back-seat Arisen*

Jon: You ever wonder how or why this whole dead city is here?

Me: No, not really.

Jon: Maybe it's because Daimon just likes playing house.

Me: ... sorry?

Jon: He probably treats the place like a big dollhouse and plays with it when no one's looking. That's what all the monsters are there for; they're the equivalent of dolls for him.

Me: ... he makes the Eliminators have tea parties?

Jon: And dresses the Living Armours in frilly frocks.