Nothing happened. People went away, or got separated. That was a long time ago. Most of them are probably dead. Others came in.
Nobody here likes each other, really. There's fighting. Some of us will kill you if you give us half a reason, no matter who you're fighting for. Everyone yells and is selfish and it's a miracle we aren't all dead.
And then they leave, and others replace them, and they're the same as the last ones. Fight, brag, take from people that have nothing left to give...
edited 14th May '15 12:06:01 AM by GameSpazzer
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon Alchemist...uh...
(a few punchlines worth of beats pass before Noel decides to admit defeat; she's been left hanging)
It's...nice to meet you, Miss Archer...uh...
(does her demeanor seem familiar to you Homura, is she relatable to you at all)
A few of them popped into...(sigh)... still can't believe I'm dealing with this shit ...my world. Then before I knew it, I got involved and was eventually pulled in myself. Maybe it's a curse.
edited 14th May '15 8:38:49 AM by LatverianBadger
"Shake the dust." - Anis Mojgani

-Hears these words-
Just how dangerous do these trips tend to be then?