there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory
"Get the fuck off my doorstep!"
The Dark Star looks very fearsome indeed as he swings his broom, knocking a small pumpkin flying. It sails in an arc over the veritable sea of other gourds, hissing and snapping its little teeth.
There is no going to the Tower today to work. There is no going to the Dragon's Nest today to train. The Pacifist Plaza is fucking overrun, and it wil probably take all morning just to carve a path from here to the breakfast cart that he so often frequents. Alas, it does not look as if there will be any bacon sandwiches this morning either.
Not on Ronin's watch, though.
He turns to see one of the sneaky pumpkins try to hop their way into the shop behind him, and with a loud "Oi!" Ronin stamps a foot through it. There's orange slime everywhere, and no, it does not improve his mood.
The Dark Star looks very fearsome indeed as he swings his broom, knocking a small pumpkin flying. It sails in an arc over the veritable sea of other gourds, hissing and snapping its little teeth.
There is no going to the Tower today to work. There is no going to the Dragon's Nest today to train. The Pacifist Plaza is fucking overrun, and it wil probably take all morning just to carve a path from here to the breakfast cart that he so often frequents. Alas, it does not look as if there will be any bacon sandwiches this morning either.
Not on Ronin's watch, though.
He turns to see one of the sneaky pumpkins try to hop their way into the shop behind him, and with a loud "Oi!" Ronin stamps a foot through it. There's orange slime everywhere, and no, it does not improve his mood.
RONIN
