Rehome rodent f'r free ere I receiveth interest'd in using rats f'r mine own experiments.

Install'd a "video game" on mine own orb last night called Mortal Shell. Mine own "character" uses only a sword. I miss the arcane.

IN TIME, ALL ARMOUR RUSTS, RIVERS RUN DRY, AND STONE WALLS CRUMBLE TO DUST. ALL THINGS DIE. SO STOP FUCKING RESSURRECTING SHIT

HOLP. THITHER'S A HOLE IN MINE OWN TOWER. I HATH TRIED TO USETH FIREBALL ON A RAT AND MISFIR'D. I EXPLOD'D A MURE. I NEEDETH A JANIT'R. I NEEDETH BRICKS.

At a 100 meiny i shalt doth an art account bewray. Truth. At which hour I turn human, I maketh art to passeth time.

Who is't wanteth to beest mine own quite quaint person while I taketh the role of the mysterious and dark motherfucker.

Thee knoweth what, yond skeleton throwing bricks at mine own windows thing. T's not yond lacking valor actually, thither's a did bite of wind passing through mine own tower at night, t's nice

//ooc Currently working as a janitor to get myself some money and buy a better pc, and I just need to say, thank your janitors guys, make their work easier, say a nice word to them, they deserve it. It's a bit more tiring than I thought so I'm posting a bit less, but I'm alive!

if you think that new members of the enchanted forest are ruining it, then block me. right now. nobody deserves to be excluded because they were later than you. we're all just trying to have fun here.

Doth not worry friends. Meowy shall soon return.

Hath found this dram critt'r the present day while hanging out with m'y moth'r. Wast human f'r a few hours the present day, wast out to shopeth.

Did sleep f'r 12 hours. Very valorous snoozing. Might catch but a wink a did bite moo.

Meowy thinkest the lady shall leaveth twitt'r f'r bluesky, the birds singeth wh're the blu'r skies art. Mine own fusty toweth'r shalt standeth h're still, but I shall buildeth a new one somewh're else.

Meowy is backeth, aye. With an imp'rtant questioneth in mind. How doest one learneth necromancy ? I has't been trying to learneth f'r month without success… nay reasoneth at all just wanteth to knoweth…

Meowy wishes to beest knight’d. To joineth an ́’rd’r if’t be true I dareth speaketh mine own mind. Meowy is most curious about… camarad’rie.

I dreamt I had a boyfriend in the night of Valentines Day (1/7)

generated beings fascinated by hand-drawn character

Gib searching f'r royalty who is't might needeth a court wizard, I needeth to receiveth a new 'rb to pond'r. Mineth is outdated, oth'r wizards has't been fleering me recently. Truly cullionly creatures. No more brain than stone. Eke, doth shareth the inf'rmation prithee.