#pg311

[mistbornbaby]

He stopped near a large, whitewashed garden veranda that sat beside a small reflecting pool. Then, he heaved the sack off his shoulder and dumped its contents—a freshly killed corpse—onto the ground.

Wait—a what?? The setup sounded like this was just a nice recon night???

[macklives]

this is a national treasure, a legend, god himself

and his name is dave fucking strider

[gizoogletranslateshomestuck]

Try again. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch.

> Examine room.