Would anyone like to be Professor 4's Subject? He needs a subject to interact with in the story but I don't want to make one up.
Millions of miles from home In the darkness before the dawn In the swirling of this storm When I'm rolling with the thunder But bleed from thorns Leave a light, a light on.
Does anyone object to me posting something about the meeting??
Dorian, are you the one adding all the spices to our food? Of course I am. Why? Because frankly the food here tastes like poorly cooked sawdust. It genuinely tastes how Solas looks.
Alright!! If I need to change anything, let me know!
@lostthought Tabby is a professor ^^ The professors are having a meeting also.
Dorian, are you the one adding all the spices to our food? Of course I am. Why? Because frankly the food here tastes like poorly cooked sawdust. It genuinely tastes how Solas looks.
Basil of cattyness, remember I am one one of your subjects. Most people in the complex don't remember me, but I guess you would regarding your recent posts.
You know that studded leather armour in films? Nobody wore that. I mean, how would metal studs improve leather armour?
Oh gosh really?? Whoops!! I'll edit that in! Sorry!!
Dorian, are you the one adding all the spices to our food? Of course I am. Why? Because frankly the food here tastes like poorly cooked sawdust. It genuinely tastes how Solas looks.
Seems like Tabby is the one developing the highly dangerous experiments of the compound.
An angel, a knight, a man who will bring light to where there is only darkness, I am the Morning Star, the Bringer of Light, hail to me as I am King Lucifer!
Haha!! Maybe she accidentally made Null?? (I'm not saying she did!!)
Dorian, are you the one adding all the spices to our food? Of course I am. Why? Because frankly the food here tastes like poorly cooked sawdust. It genuinely tastes how Solas looks.
Dorian, are you the one adding all the spices to our food? Of course I am. Why? Because frankly the food here tastes like poorly cooked sawdust. It genuinely tastes how Solas looks.
Dorian, are you the one adding all the spices to our food? Of course I am. Why? Because frankly the food here tastes like poorly cooked sawdust. It genuinely tastes how Solas looks.
When she transformed into a butterfly, the caterpillars spoke not of her beauty, but of her weirdness. They wanted her to change back into what she always had been. But she had wings. — Dean Jackson
