Jazzy Jay
Master
I love you all.
I think everyone loves me. Pretty confident in this department.
I’ve been in jail for 30 days.
I admit, I didn’t get the Easter dragon egg, nor did I ever possess the Easter spider. This was an ill-advised comment made in the heat of the moment wishing I was in a on Earth in another Universe within a multiverse where everyone was a noob and was in a zerg guild.
Can it be time to insert the solid-gold key, twist clock-wise, and pull that big burly door that opens outward? The door doesn’t even have a window. I can’t even see my guards pretty faces.
*holds breath and crosses fingers/toes*
I feel like I haven’t eaten a full meal in decades. Am I older? Yes.
My clothing smells.
The toilet is suspiciously comforting, the one thing I’ll miss.
Cups keeps eyeballing me like candy. I don’t understand how the door doesn’t have a window, but the wall to Cups cell has one?
I can only handle so many reruns of “The View.”
I like the cell slippers, but the white needs a hue overhaul.
They took my favorite gloves, those gloves have touched so many items. Amirite Myth?
I promise to think further ahead when contemplating my future actions. Possibly join a movement on civil rights, complete some community service at a reputable place like Twin Peaks.
Give back to the community through thoughtful animal cruelty player punishments. Open an animal shelter near Destard and Orc Fort. Adoptions will be allowed, but heavy scrutiny applied.
I promise to treat all players equal, regardless of how far down the alphabet their guild tags start with, or whatever animal they’re akin too. Even the ones that no one quite understands.
I promise to give Sir. All of their store bought weapons back and possibly never type “2” during their alchy script to make them mistime the throw 100% of the time.
I promise to keep all of the Powerscrolls and Relics safe from those that wish to do them harm.
I fashion myself a Robin Hood of types. But missing the “give back to the poor” department. I promise to possibly work on this. The only problem is ththat mass recruiting, it’s hard to find a poor new player without inadvertently supplying the Zerg.
I promise to build a tree house.
I love you. It’s difficult to contain all the love that is leaking out of me. Cups knows how much leakage is happening in this cell. It’s bad. Like, mop worthy, if I wasn’t terrified of the handle and the user.
Love, Jazzy
I think everyone loves me. Pretty confident in this department.
I’ve been in jail for 30 days.
I admit, I didn’t get the Easter dragon egg, nor did I ever possess the Easter spider. This was an ill-advised comment made in the heat of the moment wishing I was in a on Earth in another Universe within a multiverse where everyone was a noob and was in a zerg guild.
Can it be time to insert the solid-gold key, twist clock-wise, and pull that big burly door that opens outward? The door doesn’t even have a window. I can’t even see my guards pretty faces.
*holds breath and crosses fingers/toes*
I feel like I haven’t eaten a full meal in decades. Am I older? Yes.
My clothing smells.
The toilet is suspiciously comforting, the one thing I’ll miss.
Cups keeps eyeballing me like candy. I don’t understand how the door doesn’t have a window, but the wall to Cups cell has one?
I can only handle so many reruns of “The View.”
I like the cell slippers, but the white needs a hue overhaul.
They took my favorite gloves, those gloves have touched so many items. Amirite Myth?
I promise to think further ahead when contemplating my future actions. Possibly join a movement on civil rights, complete some community service at a reputable place like Twin Peaks.
Give back to the community through thoughtful animal cruelty player punishments. Open an animal shelter near Destard and Orc Fort. Adoptions will be allowed, but heavy scrutiny applied.
I promise to treat all players equal, regardless of how far down the alphabet their guild tags start with, or whatever animal they’re akin too. Even the ones that no one quite understands.
I promise to give Sir. All of their store bought weapons back and possibly never type “2” during their alchy script to make them mistime the throw 100% of the time.
I promise to keep all of the Powerscrolls and Relics safe from those that wish to do them harm.
I fashion myself a Robin Hood of types. But missing the “give back to the poor” department. I promise to possibly work on this. The only problem is ththat mass recruiting, it’s hard to find a poor new player without inadvertently supplying the Zerg.
I promise to build a tree house.
I love you. It’s difficult to contain all the love that is leaking out of me. Cups knows how much leakage is happening in this cell. It’s bad. Like, mop worthy, if I wasn’t terrified of the handle and the user.
Love, Jazzy
