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Sorry, mate, but when a Shadow plays rock-paper-scissors, scissors always beats rock. It also still beats paper and usually other scissors, come to think of it.
Yes… well, while many of my sisters do indeed attempt to purge Wraeclast’s corruption through lethal applications of Thaumaturgy, there are others of us who find transcendental poses and rhythmic breathing to be just as effective at cleansing the fauna’s chakra.
1 out of 7 exiles will experience the heartbreak of Spontaneous Human Combustion at some point in their lives. Get the facts before it is too late.
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I'm not sure if it's this psychedelic lighting or the bowl of Cherry Garcia ice cream I had for breakfast this morning, but today I've been feeling so grateful to be dead.
Yeah, this sword in my chest hurts, but the loneliness in my heart hurts so much more.
Is not bathing also part of your "proud Ezomyte heritage"? ‘Cause you smell like a bloody animal.
“I present the amazing Exile-O-Matic 3000! It slices! It dices! It makes julienne cadavers with the greatest of ease!”
Whenever life gets me down I just close my eyes and imagine my happy place.
My frozen skull adversaries still danced merrily around the flames now engulfing the room, my undying companion’s head was on fire, and there was an arrow lodged in my neck, but all that hardly seemed reason enough to refrain from striking my signature victory pose.
“Aye, lads, I remember telling you to become "fishers of men" in my last sermon, but you seem to be takin' my metaphor a wee bit more literally than I ever intended.”
So my friend said “Everyone is going down into the mines tonight to get stoned.”
“Sounds like a fun time!” I said, “Count me in!”
And then… well… I guess you know the rest…
"Where’s your optimism? Even in a dire situation like this, as long as the three of us stick together, I’m sure everything’s going to be A-OK."
I know I just started working here at Oriath Excursions but if I could make a teeny-tiny suggestion for our Wraeclast travel brochure… Here above the caption “Explore miles of scenic coastline beaches!” I was thinking that we should just omit the photo entirely.
“This is my first time at a real-life meetup for this game, but I gotta ask… What’s with the guy under the table?”
“Oh, him? He’s still in the game.”
“But he doesn’t have a computer.”
“Doesn’t matter. He’s still in the game.”
Weary of having to wait every single time the party used a portal for their Duelist to shout “Beam me up!” at the sky before moving on, they decided to just leave him behind this time.
I thought some fireworks would liven this place up a little.
Hey, just because I'm a homicidal monster lurking in a dilapidated prison doesn’t mean I don’t also have a fun side.
Maybe it’s just all the eyes in the walls, but recently I’ve been feeling very self-conscious about my appearance. So I’d like both of you to give me your honest opinion: Does this outfit make my hips look evil?
What set her over the edge was not her new boyfriend asking how she had managed to accumulate so many luxuries without leaving her cave, but his unfortunate use of the phrase: “It just seems fishy to me.”
