#solanecdotes

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me: ok bulwark i know you like chickens and we just got one. what should we name her. there's a band theme rn

bulwark: lavinia

me:

me: you want to name our chicken after a murder ballad we discovered like one week ago

bulwark:

bulwark: yes

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the Dealer: [...]but even if they happened to be the one person responsible for making everything in this dimension, I'm not from this place.

the Dealer: Nothing, deity or otherwise, besides a select few, even know my name, let alone my capabilities.

me: gee!

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if jonathan sims dismisses one more account of the supernatural as manifestation of a latent mental illness, i will personally take the time to manifest in his home and call him a cuck

said by MW while listening to a horror podcast with us

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...aaaaaaand just like that, the Dealer is threatening to steal a friend's ankles.

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i am pretty damn sure that the severe weather warning we're under is somehow connected to the terms we discussed with the Dealer earlier this morning, but we can't prove it, so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

fate works in mysterious ways and the Dealer does seem to have a flair for the dramatique