I simply call my rats to rescue me. They turn into giants and shred the roots into ribbons and eat them so they get energy while helping me. They leave me unscathed. I walk out of the root-circle, now just tiny pieces, and dust my hands dramatically.
"u and rina are systematically watering down the grammar of yws" - Atticus "From the fish mother to the fish death god." - lehmanf "A fish stole my identity. I blame shady" - Omni [they/he]
But my roots regrow all the quicker, swatting the filthy catches of rats away. Break the newly formed wand in half. Every solution is impossible against me. The earth lifts under your broken knees and collapses, stuffing you down into a hole almost as deep as the tree's roots itself.
"u and rina are systematically watering down the grammar of yws" - Atticus "From the fish mother to the fish death god." - lehmanf "A fish stole my identity. I blame shady" - Omni [they/he]
"u and rina are systematically watering down the grammar of yws" - Atticus "From the fish mother to the fish death god." - lehmanf "A fish stole my identity. I blame shady" - Omni [they/he]
Space: the final frontier. These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise. Its five-year mission: to explore strange new worlds, to seek out new life and new civilizations, to boldly go where no man has gone before. — Captain James T. Kirk
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