>>31666442
>> Hunzuu

>>31666442
> Hunzuu
Let's get back to scorpigirl, I guess. We know all her stories, so all the ones we hear will be new and interesting.

Also, we need to get our armour fitted while we're still soft. Want it ready by the time we're hard.

>>31666442
>Hunzuu
Let us hear tales of SWEET REVENGE so we can better learn how to do it.

Rolled 56

>>31666442
> Nergal-Edir

I'm honestly curious to see what kind of stories he'd tell.

>>31666442

Oohh, new art! Great!
> iltani

Time to understand her crazy PoV

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>>31666442
You are the upset scorpion. You told everyone that it was because of the noise in the halls, but you think the real reason Mr. Clicks is fussy this afternoon is because he can sense that something's wrong with you. He paces up and down your arm, even though you've already given him a nice locust.

As Tabni-Ninsun tells everyone the histories the eunuchs taught her of how the pyramid came to be built, Meluku gravitates toward the vast array of weapons on the walls. Nakurtum has to forcibly pull him away from a low-hanging war sickle, and that turns into Nakurtum explaining why little kids shouldn't play with blades and how no, Nakurtum was much older before she started learning to kill people, so Meluku should just wait until he's older. It would be amusing if your mind weren't filled with the burning need for revenge.

> Pay attention to Tabni-Ninsun. Who builds a pyramid, anyway? Let alone one with doors big enough for scorpion-girls to squeeze through?
> Ask Nakurtum about her first kill. That should amuse Meluku for a while.
> Ask someone else to take a turn telling a story.

>>31666642
>>31666795
You guys have a good argument, it would be nice to check in on a crazy

>>31666799
oh well!

> Pay attention to Tabni-Ninsun. Who builds a pyramid, anyway? Let alone one with doors big enough for scorpion-girls to squeeze through?
> Ask someone else to take a turn telling a story.
After the pyramid thing, ask soul of lightning for some of his ancient stories

>>31666799
>> Pay attention to Tabni-Ninsun. Who builds a pyramid, anyway? Let alone one with doors big enough for scorpion-girls to squeeze through?
Kinda curious about that.

>>31666799
>> Pay attention to Tabni-Ninsun. Who builds a pyramid, anyway? Let alone one with doors big enough for scorpion-girls to squeeze through?

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>>31666799
Tabni-Ninsun's story has the slightly resentful undertone of a tale she'd been forced to memorize, but she manages to add amusing embellishments here and there.

Ever since it was founded by an exiled fifth son of a king of old Gesh who couldn't keep his dick in his pants, Ligish has been known as a city of liars and backstabbers. Its greatest enemy has traditionally been itself. Ligish is the only city where trade is forbidden on the feast day of Shamash - in all other cities, everyone is simply expected to deal with each other honestly, and no legal cases from that day are admitted. In Ligish, that tradition turned into such a tangle of fraud and theft that trade became impossible. The king's army fought with itself and broke into six fighting schools. Even the priests fought against each other. Three centuries ago, when the priesthood threatened to dear the whole city apart with blight demons and blood mutants, King Zuuthush had them all moved together into a single structure, so that if they meant to kill each other they could at least do it from the comfort of their own home. He made sure to make it too opulent for any one of them to refuse. It worked, but Zuuthush was rewarded by having all the priests turn against him once their decadent pyramid was finished. His seared skeleton was the first to grace the catacombs. Thus the priests in Ligish are no longer divided according to the deities they worship bu according to the kinds of magic they practice.

> Pick someone else to ask for a story
> Ask if you and Mr. Clicks can sleep here tonight
> Excuse yourself and go check on the armorer

>>31667348
>> Pick someone else to ask for a story
> Ask Nakurtum about her first kill.

>>31667348
>Pick someone else to ask for a story
Ask Nakurtum for a story.

> Ask if you and Mr. Clicks can sleep here tonight

>>31667348
> Pick someone else to ask for a story
Whoever wants to go next. We already asked nakurtum about her first kill, though.

and, eventually,
> Excuse yourself and go check on the armorer
but only if we've not told him our new specifications yet. If we have, he should be good.

>>31667348
>> Pick someone else to ask for a story
>> Ask if you and Mr. Clicks can sleep here tonight
First kill.

>>31667348
> Ask if you and Mr. Clicks can sleep here tonight

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>>31667348
Rabi-Tammuz has never heard that story before, apparently, and he finds it very amusing. You've never heard him laugh before. It's terrifying. "Oh my! I picked the right city," he says.

"Who's next?" you ask. "Nakurtum, what was your first kill like?"

Nakurtum is now holding Meluku out at arm's length as he tries to grab a barbed dagger off the wall. "Okay, kid, sit back down and keep your hands to yourself and you'll get to hear about how I sawed somebody's throat open with that thing." That gets him to settle down surely enough.

"Okay, after I ran away from home and came to the city, I had to convince the Adventurers to give me the time of day. I didn't look like this yet." She makes a muscle with her artificial arm. "I mean, I was tall, but I was kind of... doughy. So I offered to help the next person who wanted the Adventurers to kill someone but couldn't afford to pay. I ended up having to catch this caravan that was already headed away from the city and kill this Zagrosi guy with his own knife in his own tent. It was exhausting, but hey, it was the first honest day's work I'd ever done, really. Afterward I told the rest of the caravan he tried to rape me, and they just let me go! It felt pretty good. I mean, I didn't have anything against the guy, but *somebody* did, so I felt like it was okay to feel good on their behalf."

The armorer has your new measurements already, but right after you molted you'd instructed him to make chitin armor for Ninlil before converting your own bronze armor, so he's probably partway into that task.

> Ask somebody else to take a turn
> Tell the armorer to make the chitin into armor fitted for someone other than Ninlil
> Tell the armorer to lay the chitin armor

>>31667978
I don't even know who the chitin should go for now.
It might even be ruined.

Do any of our more nutter type friends have any good stories?

Also, who was nergal-edir and rabi-tammuz? I know one is the tailor and the other might be the blood priest, but I have thoroughly forgot which is which.

>>31667978
>Tell the armorer to make the chitin into armor fitted for someone other than Ninlil

I want our chitin to go somewhere it will do some good. I don't want to lose more friends.

We were the size of a large cart horse. He could get a few sets of armour from that. Who should they go to?

Nakurtum is the obvious answer. But who else?

>>31667978
>> Ask somebody else to take a turn
Ask someone else to tell a story.

>>31668125
Well, maybe some of the more combat-oriented blood mages?
Our guard friend already has armor too.

OH!

ARMOR PATIENCE!

Don't want patience dying too.

>>31668212
>ARMOR PATIENCE

Getting her proper armour and weapons for her size is a good ides, but I don't think our chitin will do.

We aren't THAT big.

>>31668306
Aaaaaaaand we're back.

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>>31667978
Hey, we're back! I'm probably not going to go for very long tonight and just pick up tomorrow, but let's at least get some good stories in before going into full revenge mode.

>>31667978
You nod. "Well, that was... nice. Anybody else?

Soul-of-Lightning raises a finger. "I've got a story! There was this one whore in Turtak with tits that went waaaay out to-"

You interrupt him. "Anybody else?"

Iltani looks a little uncomfortable, thinking that you're looking right at her even though you meant to just scan the room. "Well... I never really learned any good stories. My mama used to make up stupid stories about animals and things, but I think even Meluku is too old for that kind of thing. Sometimes I see things at night, though. You could call those stories..."

> "Go on."
> "You tell those night visions to go fuck themselves. They'll only tell you to do things that will hurt you."

>>31668479
> "Go on."

>>31668479
> "Go on."

I wanna know.

>>31668479
>> "Go on."

also we should check to see if the armor is even good. I mean, we augment ours with bronze.
>>31668306
oh yeah, I forgot, she's bigger than us.

>>31668479
oh shit, tell us about the horrible things illtani

>>31668479
>> "You tell those night visions to go fuck themselves. They'll only tell you to do things that will hurt you."
Fuck puzazu.

I do want to know what she thinks of our post-moulting body though.

>>31668479
can we tell her to tell those dreams to fuck herself AFTER listening to her story?

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>>31668479
"Go on."

Iltani looks around at the others in the room. She seems wary of saying anything that will make people turn on her again. "Most of it is just flying, hurting people, crushing things in our wake, but there are some other things, too. Okay, I'll try to explain it. Don't look at me like that! Look, I'll try to tell it like a story so it's not so weird. Okay, once upon a time, there was this little boy. He lived with these other people who were bigger, but I don't think they were family, they were just sort of friends learning about things together. The earth was wet and kind of salty, and nobody had any belly buttons for some reason. Something was wrong with the little boy. When the big golden lady came and taught everyone how to catch fishes out of the water, one of them bit him, and it just kept bleeding and bleeding and wouldn't stop. His blood was wrong. He tried picking at it, but that only made it bigger. And whenever he'd step on something or bump into something, it got even worse. So the others didn't want to catch fishes with him anymore. I'm sorry. This isn't a very good story..."

Tabni-Ninsun nods. "Yeah, this is gross. This isn't a good story at all. Tell us about the Footmen who had crushes on you!"

> "Tabni-Ninsun, that's the stupidest thing I ever heard. Iltani, I'm here for you."
> "Well... she has a point. That's just Pazuzu trying to make you feel sad. Remember, he doesn't really care about you, he's just messing with you!"

>>31668929
> "Well... she has a point. That's just Pazuzu trying to make you feel sad. Remember, he doesn't really care about you, he's just messing with you!"

>>31668929
>"Tabni-Ninsun, that's the stupidest thing I ever heard. Iltani, I'm here for you."

Raie that social link level.

>>31668929
>"What happened to the boy?"

>>31668929
> "Well... she has a point. That's just Pazuzu trying to make you feel sad. Remember, he doesn't really care about you, he's just messing with you!"

>>31668929
> "Well... she has a point. That's just Pazuzu trying to make you feel sad. Remember, he doesn't really care about you, he's just messing with you!"

>>31668929
>"Tabni-Ninsun, that's the stupidest thing I ever heard. Iltani, I'm here for you."

make her like hunzuu more than thinking about Pazuzu, isntead of shitting on Pazuzu.

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>>31668929
"Well... she has a point. That's just Pazuzu trying to make you feel sad. Remember, he doesn't really care about you, he's just messing with you!"

Iltani scoots away from Tabni-Ninsun a little more and nods to you. "I'm really sorry. I'm trying to be good for you. Sometimes it's just hard to keep things straight because... like... it feels like most of the things I've seen aren't really things I've seen, so I have to think what's me and what's not. Like, if I feel like going to everyone's houses at night and sealing them up in their basements so they'll be good forever, I have to tell myself that's not me. Or if I want to skin someone just because I know they couldn't stop me, I know that's probably not me."

Rabi-Tammuz shrugs. "It might be. It takes all kinds, dear."

"Quiet, you!" you tell your slave.

> "So let's talk about things that are you. Did you know Sharo? Or the guy who married Ettu?"
> "Tell us more adventures of the boy who bled all the time. I wanna know!"

>>31669302
>> "Tell us more adventures of the boy who bled all the time. I wanna know!"

Also I nominate Rabi-Tammuz for storytime next.

>>31669302
> "So let's talk about things that are you. Like all the footmen who had crushes on you!"

>>31669302
> "So let's talk about things that are you. Did you know Sharo? Or the guy who married Ettu?"

>>31669302
ah crap, anu, you have the habit of making tough decisions out of inconsequential-ish things.

Maybe we can ask for a simple summation of what happened to the boy? Apologize for interrupting her and all that. It's probably pazuzu making her sad, but it could also be, I don't know, pazuzu remembering his childhood weakness.

>>31669302
> "So let's talk about things that are you. Did you know Sharo? Or the guy who married Ettu?"

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>>31669302
"So let's talk about things that are you. Like all the footmen who had crushes on you!"

Iltani smiles, sure she can please both you and Tabni-Ninsun and stop everyone from thinking of her as creepy. "Well... there were a lot of them, and I didn't catch a lot of their names. Some of the highborn ones wrote love letters or hymns to Ishtar for me. I told them I could read so they wouldn't bother reciting them to me. Sharo never did any of that, but being a good soldier made him too smug. The first Slinger to be kidnapped wasn't even my idea. This big guy with his beard split by a scar did it to prove that he was worthy of a night with me. He didn't get it. I dunno. I did a lot of things then that weren't me, but I definitely remember thinking that they were all too weak for me. Is that normal? To get bored with a boy if you know that you'd be the one to have to protect him, instead of the other way around?"

"Totally," Tabni-Ninsun says. "Boys who have nothing to offer me except a nice body, I don't keep them around for long. I'm like, 'do you know how easy it is to buy a nice body at the slave market? My cheapest necklace still costs more than your nice body. So understand what you are and don't get too full of yourself.'"

This clearly makes Dadanum uncomfortable. "Er... does anybody else have a story? Anyone?"

> Designate who should go next
> Tell one based on your own experiences
> Try to make one up
> Declare bedtime

>>31669857
> Try to make one up

'The Little Scorpion Who Could'

Staying away from past experience, but still involving scorpions.

>>31669857
>> Designate who should go next
Rabi-Tammuz!

Or make one up.

>>31669857
Wow, Tabni cold.

> Tell one based on your own experiences
We must have gotten at least one weird reaction from others after becoming a giant scorpion.

>>31669857
Do we even have any good stories?
Crap, all our stories are high fallutin' war stories.

And we've almost had everyone tell one.

I want nergal-edir to tell one just because I can't quite remember which one he was. Wait, was that the blood priest lady?

DOUBLE want her to tell a story.

>>31669857
Tell them about the underworld and the giant we saw last time.

> Tell one based on your own experiences

Do we get to choose? I think the foght with the ghosts, or the war, would make an interesting story. I mean, gods and magic.

if we're going around doing stories, we sorta gotta do one ourselves.

And it's gonna be a fight story of some kind, because that's pretty much what's defined our life so far. That, tragedy, and hanging out with these chumps.

Rolled 12

>>31669857
> Try to make one up

Rollan for storyteim.

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>>31669857
"Okay, I'll tell one!"
You don't really want to talk about your war exploits - you're especially worried about that orphan girl who's currently being raised by a giant centipede - so you tell them all about Lady Amata and all your other dead adopted kin. You tell them about how you had a sparring match with this little dead scorpion-girl who didn't look more than seven but completely schooled you with her centuries of training. You also tell them about Humbaba and what he looked like. This impresses everyone except Meluku, so you segue into having to explain to the child who Humbaba is and how Gilgamesh and Enkidu slew him with their absurdly large swords and 600 pounds of armor. Meluku likes that a lot. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qOrfrHys8g8


>>31669962
Nergal-Edir is the hunchbacked cook. He's pretty gloomy and just tries to stay out of trouble, but he's kind of the first person to treat you like a normal person after your transformation. He cooks your goat for you. The female blood acolyte is Kullaa, and you were very relieved to hear that she was not among the acolytes killed by the lizard. She probably went to bed early because she has atrocious night vision.

> Let Soul-of-Lightning tell a story as long as it's not about whores
> See what stories Nergal-Edir has
> Go wake up Kullaa so she can join in

>>31670271
I like the cook.
Cook is friend.
Let him tell stories if he has any.

Story time is wrapping up. No need to rouse her from slumber.

>>31670271
> See what stories Nergal-Edir has

Hmm, did Soul-of-the-Lightining do anything useful when we let him join the other centaurs? I remember we told him to try and get them to defect to Ligish, and here he is. The only centaur in miles.

>>31670435
eh, at least he informed us it wasn't an official war thing from turtak.

>>31670271
>> See what stories Nergal-Edir has
Might as well.

>>31670271
> See what stories Nergal-Edir has

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>>31670271
You give Nergal-Edir a nudge with your claw because you suspect he was planning on just listening and passively enjoying the company. "How about you, Nergal-Edir? You never tell me any stories. It's all business with you. I ask you how your day is, and you tell me about how you're running low on salt or something. Tell us more!"

Nergal-Edir is one of the small handful of people not to shrink in instinctual fear from the touch of your claws. He just sighs. "I'll try. How about how my parents met? That's a very romantic story. My mother was rich, you know. A senior acolyte's daughter. Very well sought after. Buth-Shamash tried to win her hand, and so did a ruling hero from Zagros. And my father was only an out-of-work scribe. But with a few well-placed ballads and commendations from the king, he managed to win her over. And then she bore him a hunchback, and he mysteriously disappeared. Very romantic. But the best part was when she put me here and had me pretend to die so she could remarry. Who am I to get in the way of love, after all?"

> "Ouch. You know, I'm making a list of things I need to kill. Want me to add either of them to the list?"
> "Why didn't you tell me that before? That's awful!"
> "Um... look on the bright side?"

>>31670724
> "Why didn't you tell me that before? That's awful!"
We need to like...
crap.
I don't think a hug can handle this.

>>31670724
> "Why didn't you tell me that before? That's awful! I will totally kill either of them if you want."

>>31670724
> "Why didn't you tell me that before? That's awful!"

I, uh, that's depressing as hell.

Clawhugs?

>>31670724
>> "Why didn't you tell me that before? That's awful!"

>>31670724
>"Why didn't you tell me that before? That's awful! I will totally kill either of them if you want."

he didn't you, Hunzuu, because it's aweful. Silly girl.

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"Why didn't you tell me that before? That's awful!"

"You just answered your own question, Hunzuu."

You attempt clawhugs. Nergal-Edir isn't really shaped for hugging, but he doesn't resist. "You know, you have a giant monster for a friend now. I can totally kill either of them if you want."

Nergal-Edir shakes his head and rolls his eyes a little. "No, no, Hunzuu. That's sweet of you to offer, but I think I've done them both enough harm already just by being born. They didn't want to discard me; I'm sure it made them feel terrible. I ruined a romance worthy of a song. What revenge could compare to that?"

You hug him tighter. "Well... you're important to me! You're a good person! You were nice to me when I was really scared and confused and hating myself."

"I try. Sorry for ruining the mood. I can try to tell a happier story."

"Only if you feel like it."

"I think I do! All right, once upon a time there was a hunchback, and nobody seemed to notice him most of the time, and he overheard one of the boys who goes out to buy supplies in town talking to Nakurtum. And Nakurtum said that she wanted him to go find her a pet kitten."

That makes everyone laugh. Nakurtum blushes a little. "Well, Hunzuu has her scorpion thing! And this place is crawling with rats. And it'd help make the atmosphere a little cheerier. Make this place feel less like a torture dungeon."

"But this place is a torture dungeon," Iltani points out. "I hope it doesn't become a torture dungeon that smells like cat shit."

> "All right, that's amusing. Speaking of things that smell like shit, Soul-of-Lightning, did you learn anything else useful in Turtak?
> "Good for you! Now who else has something happy to share? Rabi-Tammuz, dare I ask?"

>>31671230
>"Good for you! Now who else has something happy to share? Rabi-Tammuz, dare I ask?"

>>31671230
> "Good for you! Now who else has something happy to share? Rabi-Tammuz, dare I ask?"

His stories are gonna be creepy but hopefully it's the good kind of creepy.

>>31671230
Ah, storytelling makes me happy.

Almost makes me forget how I'm still far, far too soft to go out for revenge.

Let's get the rest of these stories. Centaur, are all of your happy stories about whores?

>>31671230
>"All right, that's amusing. Speaking of things that smell like shit, Soul-of-Lightning, did you learn anything else useful in Turtak?

About time.

>>31671230
>> "Good for you! Now who else has something happy to share? Rabi-Tammuz, dare I ask?"

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>>31671230
"Good for you! Now who else has something happy to share? Rabi-Tammuz, dare I ask?"

Rabi-Tammuz thinks it over. "Happy... and that would make everyone else happy, too? This I'll have to think about for a bit... Well, back when I was still an apprentice tailor, my master wanted me to make a doll for his little girl. The plump kind, stuffed with rags and fleece. I'd never done such a thing before. It should have been simple, but I was eager to please and not mess up this arrangement I had to actually learn a trade. So I sewed the skin together and was about to turn it all inside-out to hide the stitches, when it occurred to me. What if I get the insides wrong? He'll know! What are little girls even like inside? So I made the little parts I could think of and tucked them inside. I made a tiny little heart and stomach out of linen, and a brain out of this long piece of fringe that was going to be thrown out, and some sticks for bones. And even then it seemed a little bare, so I made up some new organs and threw them in. I wasn't satisfied with it. I was sure I'd be yelled at for getting the insides wrong. I begged my master for more time, but when he saw it he said 'nonsense, look, it's even stuffed already! Just sew up that last bit!' He didn't appreciate my work. But I hope his little girl did."

>>31671408
Only two more days or so before you're ready to go back in action!

> "That's really sweet! You must make something for Ettu's baby. I bet she's knocked up by now."
> "Riiiiight. Maybe it's about time to wrap up storytime, if there's nobody else who wants to go."

>>31671879

> "That's really sweet! You must make something for Ettu's baby. I bet she's knocked up by now."

>>31671879
> "That's really sweet! You must make something for Ettu's baby. I bet she's knocked up by now."

I wonder if babies are naturally afraid of giant scorpion people or if it's a trained response. We'll find out soon enough.

Anyway, we still have to ask Soul-Of-Lightning!

>>31671879
That's sweet, but I'm getting tired.
Let's wrap this up and head to vengeance sleep.

>>31671879
That's... sweet, but in a creepy way.

>> "Riiiiight. Maybe it's about time to wrap up storytime, if there's nobody else who wants to go."

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>>31671879
"That's really sweet! You must make something for Ettu's baby. I bet she's knocked up by now."

"Do you want me to do that before or after altering every single dress of yours?" He says with only a tiny hint of sass.

"Well... finish that one black dress I like first. How about you, Soul-of-Lightning? Tell us one that's not about whores."

Soul-of-Lightning needs a few moment to think of one that's not about whores. The idea of him with a whore is repulsive, but no less repulsive than the idea of you doing the mating dance with a human. "I, well... This isn't a story so much as news, but I was doing like you said and trying to get some of my kin to defect, and I think I did too well. They started having these secret meetings in the hills just outside the repaired gate, and I missed a meeting because there was this new cloudy wine on the market that was MUCH stronger than it tasted, and I never quite caught up with them after that. They were talking about going out in teams to look for something-or-other, and one of them insisted that they had to go as far to the east as they could, past the spiny mountains, because they got a tip from this one girl, or something. I wasn't entirely paying attention, because I still had some of that wine. I suggested going to Ligish, because hey, this is my chance, right? But Trail-Without-Dust said it was already on their list of places to go. A few days after that I saw the wasp-woman for the first time, and the centipede boy started talking about killing traitors, and... well... things escalated from there."

You make a note of all this, but you're starting to nod off. Tonight has helped you forget about your grief for just a little while. But tomorrow, you have work to do.

> You can specify what other kinds of business you'd like to take care of in the pyramid tomorrow. Other than that, I think I'll call it a night here. Sorry it was cut short by 4chan being ass. I'll have another thread tomorrow to make up for it.

>>31672445
Can we get fitted for new armor before our carapace hardens?

>>31672445
thanks for running! see you tomorrow (?!)

Tomorrow, we have other things to do. Don't know what yet though, we've still got a whole day of hardening.

>>31672445
Sneak up and surprise that slave that's terrified of us!

Thanks for running, Anu!

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>>31672510
>>31672445

Indeed you can! In fact, you probably have been already. The armorer will want to add more hooks and loops to the bronze plates so he can mount his pet engineering projects on them later. He also has an idea for a system of overlapping scales that will allow your book lungs to breathe while still protecting them from stabbings. You also have the option of adding ornamentation to the armor that reflects how you'd like people to see you.

>>31672597
We should get carvings of spears and lions! And also a symbol of the city, if it has one. Keep away from symbols of the king/priests/factions though.

>>31672445
thx 4 runin budi gud thred

>>31672597
I like the clean and polished look, myself.

>>31672639
maybe just... scorpion heraldry?

>>31672597
oh, anu, are you archiving like always?

>>31672897
Archived: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html

>>31672946
vote deployed. See you tomorrow.