2026-10-20 20:49 UTC
I don't want wings. Where would they grow? Would they burst out of my shoulders, a spray of gore and agony as new bones stretched wetly towards the sky, fresh flesh knitting them together in some unholy parody of the birds I sometimes throw crumbs on the ground for? Red Bull strangely silent here!
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@chaosfae@tabletop.social 2026-10-21 13:22
@Sarklor@tabletop.social Redbull gives you wings, and then it waits in the shadows for you to abandon your soul. You Will.