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sup ladies and gents and anybody in between
im gonna extend a generous hand here in saying in my everloving wisdom and say
what the actual fuck
pardon my oh so keen sense of language but these things just seem to keep happening dont they
its just another case of i warned you bout the holy city of asgard bro i told you dog
and yknow how badly id like to take this flawless looking letter seriously but
"the laughter and tears of all travellers"
ok so i want whoevers reading this shit to take a step back and picture me this
"the laughter and tears of dave strider"
irony hasnt got a hold down on me this time if i really want to poke my brains out
sounds like the title of one of a boy named egberts horribly bad movies
jesus a perfect scenario for one of those all is fine moments but then bam next thing you got a zombie apocalypse on your hands
i just want to know this isnt leading up to another apocalypse period ok
imma kindly ask you that there be no more surprises
[ Dave stops typing, his mouth twitches just slightly as he realizes that that last line would most likely not come true. He decides to switch to video then. So catch a boy, about 13, sitting in a dimly light room, his head looks blonde, he's got dark shades. There's no way you can see his eyes. He sighs a bit, then gets talking. His voice comes out smoothly, and if you listen hard enough and think about it long enough, you'll feel a rhythm. ]
I guess if I have to preserve this world, if I got to; then travellers with double 'l's, they better prepare -- and that's you guys watching. Y'know things like rapping, music, feeling the beats? Damn sure hope that counts towards all this attempt at restoration. This world will grow strong if people start feeling the liberal arts. Like feeling, feeeeling. One more time, get it; that kind of thing.
Oh, and if you don't know who I am, the name's Dave... Strider. Like I said, the laughter and tears. I just want to assure you that wisdom is my forte and I was a god in my past life. And If you can't prove me wrong... you can't prove me at all.
[ He winks, but you can't tell. No smile to give you the slightest hint. And the feed cuts off. ]
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sup ladies and gents and anybody in between
im gonna extend a generous hand here in saying in my everloving wisdom and say
what the actual fuck
pardon my oh so keen sense of language but these things just seem to keep happening dont they
its just another case of i warned you bout the holy city of asgard bro i told you dog
and yknow how badly id like to take this flawless looking letter seriously but
"the laughter and tears of all travellers"
ok so i want whoevers reading this shit to take a step back and picture me this
"the laughter and tears of dave strider"
irony hasnt got a hold down on me this time if i really want to poke my brains out
sounds like the title of one of a boy named egberts horribly bad movies
jesus a perfect scenario for one of those all is fine moments but then bam next thing you got a zombie apocalypse on your hands
i just want to know this isnt leading up to another apocalypse period ok
imma kindly ask you that there be no more surprises
[ Dave stops typing, his mouth twitches just slightly as he realizes that that last line would most likely not come true. He decides to switch to video then. So catch a boy, about 13, sitting in a dimly light room, his head looks blonde, he's got dark shades. There's no way you can see his eyes. He sighs a bit, then gets talking. His voice comes out smoothly, and if you listen hard enough and think about it long enough, you'll feel a rhythm. ]
I guess if I have to preserve this world, if I got to; then travellers with double 'l's, they better prepare -- and that's you guys watching. Y'know things like rapping, music, feeling the beats? Damn sure hope that counts towards all this attempt at restoration. This world will grow strong if people start feeling the liberal arts. Like feeling, feeeeling. One more time, get it; that kind of thing.
Oh, and if you don't know who I am, the name's Dave... Strider. Like I said, the laughter and tears. I just want to assure you that wisdom is my forte and I was a god in my past life. And If you can't prove me wrong... you can't prove me at all.
[ He winks, but you can't tell. No smile to give you the slightest hint. And the feed cuts off. ]
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