Mucking About In My Time At Portia

I believe you meant to say “Thank you, Builder. You even gave me strengthened glass when you had like zero tempering liquids left, what a nice person.”

Picking up all the poop before Oaks does his rounds so he just stands in the middle of the landscape like he’s lost his purpose in life.

Next time Emily asks for help with her lost chicks, I’m also gonna look for the subtlety she clearly dropped on the way here.

The face and words of a man who secretly wants to hit his daughters in the face with a hundred snowballs.

TFW you think it’s rly cute that Higgins drew himself that way and you also want to bash him over the head with an industrial furnace.

Love to watch you leave.

How dare you, sir! I’ve been swiping nothing but bronze and copper bars from you!

I doubt it’s for your company, Gust.

Sitting in a corner of the room waiting for my stamina to regen like an axe-wielding murderer.

Life goals, tbh.

Looking up while it’s raining in this game is such a mood.

Journalism in Portia at its finest.

Portia’s Black Friday be like

IDC that it’s chilly out at Spring 1, I’m wearing these damn freebies in the mail like God intended.

K, nevermind.