The Gang Scratches For The Twelfth Time
Charlie - Bard of Time, Land of Smog and Haze
Dennis - Thief of Light, Land of Rope and Silver
Mac - Knight of Hope, Land of Steam and Martyrs
Dee - Maid of Heart, Land of Fear and Photography
Frank - Prince of Life, Land of Chitin and Refuse
You will never get an elaboration, just know that I’m right.
(Text written by a good friend of mine from the /hst/ discord)
FRANKSPRITE: What the hell are you all doing? You need to build up the bar and get to the gate!
GANG: (Drunken grumbles and explitives)
DENNIS: Look, Frank-
FRANK: What?
D: Not you, Ghost Frank.
FS:FrankSprite.
D: WHO CARES. We can’t build the bar because we’re out of grist or shale or whatever.
MAC: Which would’t have happened if Charlie didn’t waste it all on human sized cat socks!
CHARLIE: Kitten Mittens, and they’re for a giant cat!
M: Those are just regular mittens!
C: It’s a Warhammer of Zildyhoot! Or something I dunno a Future Charlie told me to-
(Mac blasts his airhorn, smirking. Dee points at the sign reading: NO FUTURE OR PAST CHARLIE TALK)
C: Oh man, that’s not fair! You asked!
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