#i'm bad.

[gooboogy]

I gotta be asked "how are you" at least twice before I can be honest

[suplex51]

Well. He’d been right. Of course he’d been right. He was always right, when it came to meta and plot. Almost, anyways. Of course he wouldn’t be allowed to just die. Of course he wouldn’t be allowed to rest. 

Of course, a death as embarrassing as that might be better off non-permanent.

“Zip it, mun! Not the fucking time!” said Travis. Yelled Travis, even. Another new life, another new roleplay, yada, yada, Travis didn’t give a shit. He didn’t give a shit about the bottomless holes, or the ruined island “paradise,” or the creepy, half-ghost denizens roaming around. The otaku assassin could start getting his name out there once more... 

But he had to make sure his friends were here, first. A hero needed his supporting cast, right? Otherwise... There wasn’t any point. In anything.

So, the second Travis got cabbed over to his new abode on Radial Island? He put on his beam katana, turned right back around, and sprinted out into the unknown. Look out, Isola, Travis Touchdown was about to get to know every single square inch of y- 

... Oof, that sounded bad...

[ponyjoke]

I almost said “I have never done anything wrong in my life.” but uh. 

[carlphoto2]

[aetherworlds]

depression.

[sleepy--mage]

Someone teach me how to flirt.

[slasherflick]

my handsome jack pin broke and honestly I'm relieved. I don't want anyone to know that I'm an awful human being