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Bread
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So like, you buy it in soices because you cant really stack cheesed bread
- sad bread
I am newly obsessed with Bernd das Brot, the depressed loaf of bread that teaches little German children never to fake enjoyment. I instantly wanted a plush of him, but was sad to see that none was available. But, since making my own home made merch gives me way too much joy, I sculpted him out of oven bake clay.
“Mist.”
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“Ranger-General.”
Lireesa lifted her gaze with a faint furrow of her brow and tilted her head slightly. “Lor’themar. Your formality is troubling.”
“The Rangers we sent.” He continued with furrowed brows - his fist clenched so tightly around his bow that his knuckles were going white as Lireesa laid down her quill slowly and pushed herself to her feet with her hands atop her desk. “They were captured.”
“There were over a dozen Lor’themar. Some of our best. That isn’t possible. What could have...” Lireesa’s voice was low and dangerous Lor’themar wasn’t sure he’d ever heard before.
Lor’themar clenched his jaw and turned his attention towards the floor instead of the piercing gaze being leveled at him. “The Orcish Horde. Just past the grasslands. There’s already a rescue party on its way to them. They aren’t lost just yet.”
“More, then? Our solution is to send more of our Rangers to be captured?” Lireesa’s voice had only grown more measured now as she walked around her desk towards the Captain who had been addressing her.
“No, General. They are to rendezvous with humans sent by Lord Terenas.”
I cut my sandwich bread like a jackass and now its all sad looking
"... and have a huge dick"
or who knows maybe ur brain just goes snapitty snap for no reason- sad bread
The growing collective obsession with beans has now taken on a more apocalyptic feel