And though you think your time has come,
The wheels of fate have spun,
Death has declared, “Your work here isn’t done.”
My LARP character is having…A Time right now. You know how it is when you martyr yourself to make up for all the atrocities you’ve done and end up trapped in a mycelial purgatory with the souls of everyone who’s ever lived where every moment is pain because your prison is built from those atrocities you made, and you have to rebuild your own soul piece by piece down there in order to escape.
bonus meme version ft. Jedi Party












