The stupid dwarf ruined my new shoes.
"You never legally divorced, you have to share a suite until you follow through with the proper paperwork" blah blah blah blah blah. How am I supposed to get my eternal rest surrounded by so much red tape?! I've been trying to move out of my husband's suite since I got here. We didn't like each other all that much in life, and we fucking hate each other in death. The vows SAID "till death do we part." I was COUNTING on that, damn it!
I tried to talk to Námo directly, but he shrugged me off with, "You should have left him."
"I was Queen of Númenor. I would have had to kill myself."
"So? You wound up here, anyway, and you would've had your own rooms."
"ARGH."
As a final resolution, Gimilzôr said he would fuck off to the Land of the Living, thinking that existing in separate dimensions would help the relationship. But he spilled grape juice all over his form and doesn't look like he's trying to get a new one. Screw it, I may as well. >:\
Mandos Release Form, 2Ba
NAME: Inzilbêth
RESIDENCE: I've been dead for centuries, just pick a place.
SPECIES/RACE: Númenórean
SHORT ANSWER SECTION (choose your answers carefully):
ESSENTIAL INFORMATION
1. Favourite flavour of ice cream: Mint chocolate chip.
2. How did Trotsky die?: Poisoned Jell-O. He drowned in it during Tuesday Night Wrestling down at Steveakoff's Bar.
3. Bribery offered to Mandos executive personnel and minions: See above.
JUSTIFY YOUR EXISTENCE
4. a.) Reason why you feel your miserable existence is justified: The Valar like me. I could've saved Númenor from the Downfall if it weren't for that Pharazôn asshole.
b.) So you think you're good enough for life, hey? Wanna step outside and prove it??: (y/n) Y
5. If this form told you it loved you, what would you say?: Buy me dinner.
6. Did you vote for Frodo Baggins in the latest "Who Wants To Shag My Icon?" pageant?: I was still dead.
7. Is Elladan insane?: Is the sky blue?
8. GLORFIE!: NO!! Penguins.
--THE END--
----DO NOT WRITE BELOW THIS LINE----
FOR PROCESSOR ONLY:
[ ] ACCEPT
[ ] REJECT
NOTES:
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I tried to talk to Námo directly, but he shrugged me off with, "You should have left him."
"I was Queen of Númenor. I would have had to kill myself."
"So? You wound up here, anyway, and you would've had your own rooms."
"ARGH."
As a final resolution, Gimilzôr said he would fuck off to the Land of the Living, thinking that existing in separate dimensions would help the relationship. But he spilled grape juice all over his form and doesn't look like he's trying to get a new one. Screw it, I may as well. >:\
Mandos Release Form, 2Ba
NAME: Inzilbêth
RESIDENCE: I've been dead for centuries, just pick a place.
SPECIES/RACE: Númenórean
SHORT ANSWER SECTION (choose your answers carefully):
ESSENTIAL INFORMATION
1. Favourite flavour of ice cream: Mint chocolate chip.
2. How did Trotsky die?: Poisoned Jell-O. He drowned in it during Tuesday Night Wrestling down at Steveakoff's Bar.
3. Bribery offered to Mandos executive personnel and minions: See above.
JUSTIFY YOUR EXISTENCE
4. a.) Reason why you feel your miserable existence is justified: The Valar like me. I could've saved Númenor from the Downfall if it weren't for that Pharazôn asshole.
b.) So you think you're good enough for life, hey? Wanna step outside and prove it??: (y/n) Y
5. If this form told you it loved you, what would you say?: Buy me dinner.
6. Did you vote for Frodo Baggins in the latest "Who Wants To Shag My Icon?" pageant?: I was still dead.
7. Is Elladan insane?: Is the sky blue?
8. GLORFIE!: NO!! Penguins.
--THE END--
----DO NOT WRITE BELOW THIS LINE----
FOR PROCESSOR ONLY:
[ ] ACCEPT
[ ] REJECT
NOTES:
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