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  • Prologue

    • *kneels down and touches dirt* something terrible happened here
    • Just a guy with his cute cat.
    • We're just having a normal one here. (:
    • Oh... hmm...
  • Chapter 1

    • He might be a little late to work.
    • Not a lot or a little dead. Just so-so.
    • Advice to myself I don't take...
    • There's a catch to the job, but dang automatic weekends off is nice.
    • The Greasy Ogre... The least gimmicky pizza shop ever.
    • We run on the sunk cost fallacy in this pizza joint.
    • No, I am silly.
    • Most folks would have just called it quits by now. Shay is not most people.
    • :-)
    • Hi, I'm actually Apollo and I have a dodgeball in hand.
    • /This/ is the best he can do!
    • Sorry to tell you this, but you were not close at all.
    • But did you pet the cats? No, and look at where you are because of it. Inside a dude's porch.
    • There he is officer. That's the twink.
    • Bless this mess.
    • He's not sorry about the mailbox at all.
    • OWO what's dis??? a ouppy??
    • She's only hiding because no one likes a bright light in their eyes.
    • ~secret tunnel~
    • Hi Becquerel.
    • Something something that one vine with the kid running with a knife.
    • Don't change, Shay. Don't change.
    • Artist here: I have yet to make templates for the seals. The suffering is real. :')
    • Let's not talk about the senient, goopy vine, lads.
    • Did you know that trees aren't their own species or family but a set of criteria that a plant has to hit to be considered a tree
    • It's /NOT/ concerning??? Okay.
    • You look different, Hooty.