Stones of Farspeech

[devilstongue]

This place is bullshit.

[ That's putting it mildly, in Molly's not-so-humble opinion. ]

There's one thing to share dreams and other weird things, but getting tortured upon that is just insane. Rewards don't mean shit when it comes over someone's life. Even if you get up again, here, there's no way it's just going to be shrugged off. I don't care how tough you think you are.

[ He's got experience, after all. ]

How do we get out of here rather than just sit around and try to become farmers in broken homes? Please tell me you've at least fucking tried, because I'm done with this.

[ Even if Molly can't exactly go back to being dead, he's getting his friends out of here. No matter what it would cost him. ]

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[devilstongue]

[ Oh, he likes you. ]

My point exactly. We don't even have the time to do the things we need to survive if we're going to be played with like toys.

[littlemhigan]

[ There's a very heavy sigh and when next she speaks, her voice sounds exhausted. ]

I've barely been here a full moon an' I'm already tired've waitin for the next disaster te strike.

[devilstongue]

Between weird torture shit and trying to survive, at least there's not a lot of dull moments?

[ Yeah, no. He's just as exhausted. ]

[littlemhigan]

Oh there's plenty've dull but it ain't relaxin. 'S jes....waitin.

What manner've hellscape did ye end up in? Mine was a maze full've deathtraps and it made ye sit without movin' fer five swivin' minutes every time it sent ye back te start.

[devilstongue]

Shit, that sounds horrible.

[ He'd be dead in like, five seconds. ]

Mine was a lot of puzzles and arguing.