“It is a disgrace to grow old through sheer carelessness before seeing what manner of man you may become by developing your bodily strength and beauty to their highest limit. But you cannot see that if you are careless, for it will not come of its own accord.”
Me, pointing to the mugger running away with my wallet: “Terrence, get em!!”
My monkey companion whom I rescued from the circus, now beating me to death: OO EE!! AH AH!!
@cuckedsleet@edocesromp@chainsawdollie Not even trying to hate, but you’re who people are talking about when they talk about “dying alone” right? Like I can’t imagine the whole nazi pony thing is very conducive to close relationships with friends or family. Do you have some sort of antisocial disorder? Asperger’s?
“wait a second… Heat rises” (it hits me) “heat rises!”
Bank teller on floor: what?
“Heat rises!”
(I rush at the armed robber and he shoots me in the face killing me instantly. It’s unclear what my plan was)
me (pointing at the cultist we have chained to a chair): burley, soften him up. make him talk.
(the most ogre-like grotesque hulk of a man smashes a morningstar through the cultist’s head, red gore exploding everywhere)
me (hands on side of head): HOLY FUCK