it's not your fault that you're always wrong
Okay, everyone can go home - the impossible has happened, and Jack is arriving at a party with Melita. Nothing else is going to top this, blood moon or not, so things may as well come to and end now.
The Ark has been lurking around the Hollowed Grounds for a few days now, and nothing has exploded out of the Spire to attack them, and there aren't any mutants or residual Longnight monsters or whatever other nightmares hide in the Honeybee's head, and now there's a bonfire, food, booze and celebrations.
"I'm startin' to think you lied about this place," he informs Mel as they reach the heart of the celebrations, the crimson moon hanging large and round overhead. "Or is this all new?"
The Ark has been lurking around the Hollowed Grounds for a few days now, and nothing has exploded out of the Spire to attack them, and there aren't any mutants or residual Longnight monsters or whatever other nightmares hide in the Honeybee's head, and now there's a bonfire, food, booze and celebrations.
"I'm startin' to think you lied about this place," he informs Mel as they reach the heart of the celebrations, the crimson moon hanging large and round overhead. "Or is this all new?"
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
