Finished this between two coughing fits, just in time to wish you a happy new year! 🙂 This page beats a great deal of previous records, so I wanted to be sure it was done well enough that I wouldn’t[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
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“The House is ever more demanding. If we work well, we will get even more work. My job is to make you work even better that that. But then, even I would have more and more work. So, your job[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
“Grifting techniques are fine and all… but you won’t sell anything if it’s not attractive. Even the most ugly wares, package them nicely, put them on a fine carpet or next to something uglier that you know will sell anyway,[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Hey, the page has been a little bit updated for better legibility! Also, some news. So, the landlord’s selling the house. Not right now, likely in one or two years, but I’m woefully unprepared for any outcome as the last[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
“One speaks his heart with scorching fire and threats. The other never answers your questions. Another one still appears to want to use you for their purposes. The last one is a complete stranger. You can be new in a[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
THE NEW PAGE. IS. HEEEEERRRE! And- oh no, I forgot to put a post here to explain the situation O_O’ So, you’ve not heard from me in maybe two months. I’m sorry. Not to go into details, but I got[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Pfew, this page was WORK! I was on it until 3AM this night, did another 3hrs this morning. But it’s DONE! I wish you happy celebrations 🙂 I’m going to take a break for two weeks to make time for[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
“To me, the captain’s straight, no doubt. I have respect for him. Were I in his boots, though, I wouldn’t be so patient with that little pink ambassador.” Imperial Guards talking to each other.
“No, I really didn’t sleep well last night. -Shows on your face. What was it? The pickled snails on tenth course? -Haha, nah, I hid those in a flower pot. -The count’s wardrobe malfunction then? They could use pictures of[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
“It whispers… through my hair. I feel it in my armpits, in my teeth. The rivers, the lightning, they flow backwards, to the ear of my mind. They tell me-. It’s coming.” Pierluigi Cornodoro, the seven-starred Final version with texts[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
