"It was.. Christmas of last year. And um, I was just walking home. It was twilight; magic hour, if you will. I heard a noise in the dumpster behind me. I turned around and saw The Beard lunging towards me out of the darkness. He was howling, 'ooough, ooough, oouugh.'... It's the howl, the war-cry of The Beard. Flapping his arms around... Flapping *does flapping motions with arms*." - A quote from a Beard survivor.
I love this guy... he's just so... amazing. The Beard, not the survivor man. I couldn't figure out what to do with one if his arms, so I just put it behind his back.
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Ember's Art Book
RandomYou lady will press this button. If you want context for that you get none. None at all and are left for forever wonder what I mean by that. Also this is my art book for the few souls who will notice it... that is if the people have souls... Hmmm..
