Cue A Werehog Snickering At The Limp Noddle-armed Sight. "Do Your Arms Hang Low, Do They Wobble To And

Cue a werehog snickering at the limp noddle-armed sight. "Do your arms hang low, do they wobble to and fro~? Can you tie em in a knot, can you tie em in a bow~?"

"…Great. it’s even hard for me to walk without accidentally slapping people in their faces."

doot doot

Roleplaying may be an escape, but it’s still life. Sometimes things will be awesome: sharing ideas, making friends and creating beautiful stories together. And sometimes you’ll just sit there staring at the screen and wonder if it’s even worth being here in the first place. Cherish those good times and good friends. They’re what make the bad days worth it.

(Where the hectity-doo did that reply go? Did I answer it privately on accident? Did it get eaten by the void that is tumblr? The world may never know.)

"I dunno man, not sure how it feels to have windburned hands..." Monster snickered again as he thought of something. "Looks like you could use a... hand~ You must be up in arms about this magic anon!" Monster laughed so hard at his own pun he fell on his back.

"…Great. it’s even hard for me to walk without accidentally slapping people in their faces."

It's.. it's beautiful.

"God bless America." Noms to his heart's desire.

*Bursts through the door* I'M HERE WHERE'S THE BARBEQUE?

"WELCOME MY SON."

"I AM THE BARBECUE."

Cue more steaks being formed.