3 of the 4 cashqueens were in the same room today, do you think there will be a day where we'll see all members of the cashqueens together
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3 of the 4 cashqueens were in the same room today, do you think there will be a day where we'll see all members of the cashqueens together
Feeling empty again .....
ahhhhhhhh that was a good ranboo stream but I have an essay to write and cannot think about it too much
I really need something to come through on the job front.
The Cage
The world had gotten smaller. He could see it, right in front of him. Ever since the ambush in the valley. Ever since what had become the first of many beatings. The world, despite a vast openness around him, had shrank.
Not enough room to stand, Not enough room to stretch out. A huddled ball. sitting, waiting for the next round of clubs and fists. A tattered dirty pelt, his only shield from Frostfire's arctic winds. They had stripped him of his weapon, his armor, and most of his clothing. If the abuse didn't kill him, the cold would. And if the cold failed then he would waste away from the lack of food or water. One tiny portion of a watery gruel, that half the time he wretched back up was all he could expect.
Hours had become days, and days became weeks. With each sunset, he was thankful he had survived another day. With each sunrise, he could almost pray for death. He tried to keep faith, tried to salvage hope. But it got harder and harder.
Why was he here? What purpose did they have keeping him and other few who survived the ambush alive for? They didn't speak to him or the other captives. Not even during the beatings and whippings.
The thought of them made the wounds across his own back ache. they hadn't been tended and he could feel them turning sour with infection. Another way to die in this thrice damned place.
The world had gotten smaller indeed, to where it didn't exist. The only world he had, was lined by iron bars on all sides. The world was his cage.
I SWEAT TO GOD IF NONE OF HIS GODDAMN DEMONS SHOW UP TO HELP HIM I WILL SMACK SOMEBODY
even though none of them probably will. since he sent out that message, that's probably how abaddon finds out where he is anyway.
excuse me while i go jump off a cliff