#2827

CT: D --> It strikes me as an artifact rooted in universal lore of nobility CT: D --> As valuable an asset as strength is CT: D --> And as much as anyone with his wits is fond of being STRONG CT: D --> Such weapons require finesse to operate CT: D --> And surely in this case, to retrieve without damaging CT: D --> Hence your no doubt frustrating restraint

I think Equius has the same idea I do.

You don't need to pull the hilt out. Simply smash it to pieces with your STRENGTH, and you can give whatever's left the same upgrade that Caledscratch has, allowing you to rewind to its original state.

TG: ok im kinda starting to wonder why youre bugging me now TG: youre a fuckin creepy dude

Wow, Dave's suspending irony. He must be really pissed about this sword if he's dropping the façade like this.

CT: D --> E%cessive force will shatter such weapons CT: D --> We both know this from e%perience TG: what CT: D --> The adult human who trained you CT: D --> And taught you the ways of being STRONG CT: D --> Remember TG: you mean the guy who spent years beating my ass down with a puppet

You ever think Dave might have some stuff he needs to talk about?

Success(?)!

CT: D --> I think CT: D --> I need CT: D --> Something to dry myself off with

>::::(

Caledfwlch and Caledscratch. Dave still can't escape that fucking puppet, even after it's been destroyed.

GC: 1 FOUND 4 DR4W1NG T4BL3T [...] GC: DO YOU KNOW WH4T 1T M34NS W3 C4N G3T? TG: please dont say this party started please dont say this party started GC: TH1S GC: P4RTY GC: ST4RT3D!!!!! >8D [...] TG: lets see some fine art then

TG: does this mean something GC: Y3S GC: 1T 1S TH3 COM1C R3PR3S3NT4T1ON OF TH3 N3XT L3G OF YOUR WOND3RFUL JOURN3Y

Rose gonna hit you with another ball of wool?

vitoria da raíz

esperanza          definitiva? lume vitoria

        súbito ser dun novo Anxo que nos inventamos intelixencia do corazón          límite da existencia?

...dende hai moitos séculos          nacer en min é unha satisfacción arrincada de ti

chapeu e árbore persoa e suxeito sangue ao redor da extensión dunha lente convexa

medida sometida a unha caligrafía daqueles días sen espadas paciencia das horas estación abandonada cando vou ir a buscar os aneis do amor así pois o tempo vai eficiente viaxeiro desconfiado mariñeiro sen esperanza

      o sal logo os ollos por cada día de vida a febre transfórmase nunha muller de vento

Sempre de ondas (work in progress)