#pappappap

Meme. I had to do it. He's just misunderstood!!

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The stones were already singing in the deserted camp, whispering back and forth about the lives that had been lost there. Some of the spirits lingered, clinging to the memories of pain and illness. Clinging to... absence.

They had nowhere to go. They didn't know how to follow the paths laid out to other worlds, what lights to follow and what deep pools of darkness to avoid.

Inevitably, they would remain there, caught up in the cycle of what had happened to them. Some of them would find peace with it and would learn to use their voices to soothe others that were facing the same or similar fates. Others would simply grow hungry and mean in the cold, and would be no different from the tearing and remorseless wind.

Stone grit beneath the hand-like paws of the tuurngaq that had plagued the expedition. It moved through the tents slowly, watching the thin shimmers of souls that darted away from it when they were aware of their capability to do so... and feasting on those that weren't. It was a mercy that they had no knowledge of, an end to the bitter continuation of time. It would carry them with it, find a place to put them until they could continue on and rejoin the world.

A flicker of life caught its attention and it initially approached at a prowl, predator's shoulders rising above the slope of its head and neck. But there was no need to stalk this man. He was already near enough to death that his breath shimmered in the air in front of him, weaving stories of loss and want. Abandonment.

idk man

I was at work. (I bartend) And a fight was about to break out. I just want you to know, I stood between them and shooshed them. I shooshed them so good. I papped them to.

I also want to let you know that after I calmed them down, about 2 hours later they proceeded to beat the shit out of each other.