Two trolls sit together, side by side, flushed forever.
Somewhere else, three humans laugh together.
Three more wait for their arrival,
It is dependent on their survival.
The first five are close friends, and they are about to play a game.
One that shall win them everlasting fame.
A sprite guides them; the game is its home.
It will be hard, but they are not alone.
TIME, LIFE, SPACE, BLOOD, AND RAGE.
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"That fucking sucked."
"Try writing your own poetry, Rolo."
A seer spins around in her chair, grey bangs poking out from her hood.
"Jeguuus, Dessy! Reading poetry is better."
A rogue crosses her arms, her mask pushed onto her forehead, her eyes covered by her overgrown fringe as usual.
"Lemme see..."
"No."
"PLEASE?"
"No."
"I'll return your Lovecraftian Horror drawings."
"Intact?"
"As my mental state."
"Bullshit."
The seer pulls off her hood, smoothing the bow on the back of her head into place.
"It's a story I'm working on. Sort of a collective of our time in SBURB."
The rogue leafs through it, bouncing up and down on her heels as she does.
"There are no sloppy makeout scenarios."
"SHUT."
"What about you and Missy~?"
"I have no interest in pursuing those kinds of... affection."
The rogue giggles before brushing part of her hair away from her eyes. The candy-red color of her irises sparkle with amusement.
"Okay, then!" She takes her hand away and puts it on the seer's shoulder.
"Your kids are looking for you, bee tee dubs."
"Gracias, estimada." The seer smiled softly, reaching up to ruffle the rogue's hair. She giggles and leans into the touch.
"TTYL! I have a loverboy to track down!"
