Very Fine Disguises

Foul beast ate that adventurer whole, RIP

"came back wrong" what about Came Back Afraid. You used to be brave. Too brave maybe, defying the odds at every turn, a fighter, cocky, playing with fire, first to throw yourself at the enemy. Until one day it all caught up to you. You came back, somehow, but now you know all too intimately how it feels to lose, to die, to be destroyed. Now you flinch and freeze and cower at the slightest provocation. Who even are you now if you can't be brave? The grave may have let you go, but the mortal fear still grips you tighter than ever.

National Weather Service just said to watch for grave and ghostly apparitions of omen, misery and suspense between noon and 12:05 PM tomorrow

all spies are gay. oh you can't trust anyone you meet? and you live behind a mask? and you carefully curate an image of yourself that is your armor? and you seek out others like you in seedy bars and you recognize each other by code? homo

my hips don't lie but they will exaggerate details, misrepresent the facts, and on occasion deceive via omission of crucial information

i was a fearless as fuck combat infant