nay bro, I care not if you do not permit me to look upon your wondrous amulet. It totally fails to enthrall me, nor do I covet it bro. Whatever.
It’s not like unhappy chance alone led to such a remarkable artefact being bestowed upon thy nondescript lineage. I mean, I believe not my noble bloodline deserves such a grace more than yours or anything. It’s fine.
the problem with fanfiction is that theres too many coffeeshop aus and not enough aus where the characters are trapped in an alivehouse psychological horror situation or perhaps a labyrinth of sorts
job hunting is a cthonic torment that never quite took off in the bowels of hell, luckily anguish speculators are always buying up cheap excess and dumb questions are easy to package into bonds that massively balloon their value. before the turn of the millennium “how many years of cheese experience do you have” would be a practically worthless question, but in the dystopian future of the dissolving present, providing the right answer (or a believable lie) may be the difference between meager sustenance and dying in the death rays our energy companies charge you to avoid.
My cheese experience can’t be quantified as a span of time, I have depth and nuance that can only be ascertained through deep reflection and utilization of the medium.
