"Oh, nature, yes, but that's nothing compared to the ever-churning cycle of death and life! The very air you breathe takes you ever-closer to the inevitable, but even then your body will become a breeding ground for even more life, they'll die and it will start again. You, me, all of us are headed towards the unending march. Such are things, according to Grandfather."
[forum cryptid: it/it's](Michael lowers his binoculars considering maybe getting closer.)
Do you reckon I should find out what his deal is, Julieta?
I wouldn't know, Sir. I'm not in charge.
(He briefly glares at Julieta while putting the binoculars down next to her.)
Funny. (And thus he heads over.)
edited 31st Jul '17 12:59:38 PM by G2BattleConvoy
"We all fail. We all make mistakes. That is what makes us human.""Now, that doesn't sound like any planet I'm familiar with."
Michael, this dude looks like he's ready to keel over at any second now, even if his voice is full of wit and vigor. He's got very little hair, and what is still on his scalp is grey and withered like the fine moustache he has. His clothes are fine, but old, moth-eaten, and a curious combination of robes and some sort of suit. His cane, which he leans on like a crutch, is just as neat, fitting in nicely with the rest of his apparel.
[forum cryptid: it/it's](To Koata) Good, just checking.
(To Mr. Nurgle worshipper) Can I just ask, judging by your appearance alone, and forgive me if I sound a little condescending, but are you alright?
''(Terra... Latin for Earth. Why would he call it that?)"
edited 31st Jul '17 1:56:12 PM by G2BattleConvoy
"We all fail. We all make mistakes. That is what makes us human."

(Michael's still watching)
Maybe I'm being paranoid.
Not really, Sir. Cell's still out there.
(He grumbles)
"We all fail. We all make mistakes. That is what makes us human."