tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103348394993405916.post707433448778767890..comments2023-10-23T07:29:04.584-07:00Comments on destination unknown: Legends of Gath #36; No Longer FictionChristianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12236414293541547616noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103348394993405916.post-84711485576248426622020-05-30T14:34:00.693-07:002020-05-30T14:34:00.693-07:00I think we can all relate to the skeleton in today...I think we can all relate to the skeleton in today's (saturday's) installment. Christianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12236414293541547616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103348394993405916.post-42955068410962781822020-05-30T14:29:22.624-07:002020-05-30T14:29:22.624-07:00Appreciated.
There's a NIN song, "Every...Appreciated. <br /><br />There's a NIN song, "Every day is exactly the same." Mood these days. <br /><br />I think we need a class write-up for Skellies. <br /><br />DMWieghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03682249561077936507noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103348394993405916.post-62298841202423357782020-05-30T13:15:22.168-07:002020-05-30T13:15:22.168-07:00Absolute poetry as always, my good cleric!Absolute poetry as always, my good cleric!Christianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12236414293541547616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103348394993405916.post-71223191053109123832020-05-30T13:14:42.644-07:002020-05-30T13:14:42.644-07:00There seems to room for everyone in Gath. Sorry ab...There seems to room for everyone in Gath. Sorry about KantCon. Every day is a weird groundhog event.Christianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12236414293541547616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103348394993405916.post-28407687269187534482020-05-30T10:58:27.642-07:002020-05-30T10:58:27.642-07:00There are days when even the Great Imbiber doesn&#...There are days when even the Great Imbiber doesn't have the power to quench the dry throats of the vast waste. There are moments, days, that it seems a thankless job. A hopeless job. Still, I must slap the dust from my sleeves and pants. To stand. To take another breathe. To take another step. <br /><br />The bony boyz repeat their ritual. To burn what is already burnt. To destroy what has already been destroyed. The irony acted out until the sun goes dark. I look in my tankard and find dust at the bottom. It is days like this when I need to be enough. When I need to stand. When I need to make my efforts count. No matter how little they may do. I must do. Faith is an action even if no reward is given. <br /><br />I kick the gun to the side. Bend down and grab a good piece of wood. I heft it in my hand and feel the weight of the end sting my other palm. Time to put these souls to rest. The old fashion way. Gothridge Manorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11371740532802642972noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103348394993405916.post-87420111047934536852020-05-30T01:37:09.620-07:002020-05-30T01:37:09.620-07:00I'm with the skellies on this one.I'm with the skellies on this one. DMWieghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03682249561077936507noreply@blogger.com