He leans against the tree as though it were his. “What are you doing?”
You place you sword in your lap.
“I’m here to end it,” you tell him.
He laughs.
“Long as I’ve known you, you ain’t never ended anything in your life,” he shakes his head. “You’re here to start something."
{{ well uh. i'm oneirocartographer#6023 on discord and hornet-protector on tumblr? on the latter i also have a blaseball sideblog at jaybot-hotdogfingers. also shoutout to twitter for giving me statuses in its possibly-dying hours }}
FERRYMAN'S TOLL
a Class Divide‚
an Unavoidable Cost‚
a Lock with a Lost Key
a Mysterious Benefactor‚
a Gold Coin under
a Corpse's Tongue
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FINAL ROSE
the Last Bloom
of the Season‚
a Tribute‚
an Invitation
Day 19 of #blasetober, Blaseball is a Horror Game. Personally I think fire eaters are conceptually terrifying. Just consuming vaporization rays for funsies.