im moving different. im a worg. im biting the fart bubbles in the noxious cloud. we smoking tadpoles. snorting that good baldurian soldier tamarind, gondian jibbies. that creche backwoods hitting that pussy smell like a hellkite siege engine. im sick in the head. im on the cloud giant geronimos. i don't give a fuck if i go blind, i don't need to see the dice check anyway. im high on 12 ketheric thorms, looking to beat the cum out of a thick fresh sussur. we smoking filtered weave you stupid piece of shit. call that pussy the astral prism cause im in this bitch, and i can't get out. dame aylin, id drink her piss out of another man's balls. i have pushed a beholder through the eye of a needle. i have seen the necromancy of thay. this shit ain't nothing to me man. i was flipping bricks for asmodeus before you were even in 5th edition.