McElroy Wisdom

And there’s something about the dying that feels familiar.

And the ground, as quickly as it expanded, it just falls out beneath your feet. And you’re falling. And you’re burning. And you’re being crushed by the shattered earth as it compresses down into the ground. And you hear an anguished scream come from something massive and furious, and all three of you have died.

Was that gob- was that gerblin? Hey, I think these three boys might be six gerblins stacked up and dressed up in human skins.

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And you can just feel the Umbra Staff making you trace a shape. And it carves out the letter “L”, in fire, in the wall. And then it does a “U”. And then it does a “P”. And then the staff shuts down.

That was great! You did a something out of nothing! That’s magic, baby.

Just always been that kind of guy! Hey, you know, why worry about things, have a light attitude. We’re not getting out of this life alive anyway! Why not enjoy the process?

I saw all of existence, all at once. I saw a dark storm, a living hunger, eating it from within. But I saw a brilliant light heralded by seven birds flying tirelessly from the storm. I saw seven birds: The Twins The Lover The Protector The Lonely Journal Keeper The Peacemaker And The Wordless One

Can somebody please unslinky him, ‘cause it’s getting-- oh yeah, it’s goofy.

So, here’s what I’m suggesting. Instead of changing the shape of the stone, let’s change the shape of the Magnus.

I cast “Zone of Stool Softener!”

Kravitz... Tell Julia I said I love her.

It can be tricky, dying.

I’m not sorry at all. Magnus, if you lost somebody important, to you, what– what wouldn’t you do, to get them back?

Oh no, it's a vore thing! Oh God!

Merle Highchurch, the richest bounty I've ever hunted. You, my dear man, have died 57 times.