๐ต๐๐๐ ๐ธ๐๐๐๐๐ (
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please don't deceive me when i hurt you
Who: Joel Miller (
kidproof)
What: Just DITL of what my loser gets up to in Milton, and the frozen wasteland they now call home + some event top levels.
When: Month of April through to May
Where: around โ reach out for any closed starters you may want. His app is here and his permissions too. Reach out to me on plurk at
doggos or on discord at
newdlle
Content Warnings: TBA - will update here and by headline when necessary. Advance warnings for Joel being Joel.

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What: Just DITL of what my loser gets up to in Milton, and the frozen wasteland they now call home + some event top levels.
When: Month of April through to May
Where: around โ reach out for any closed starters you may want. His app is here and his permissions too. Reach out to me on plurk at

Content Warnings: TBA - will update here and by headline when necessary. Advance warnings for Joel being Joel.

what one man can do, ota
The Old Bear was at least reliable in its pursuit, in the fact that specter or not it was a damned animal and behaved like one. Joel still remembers his dream pretty vividly, so when shit hits the fan down in the hollowed out area where the others had been trapped heโs not surprised.
Heโs sporting some nasty injuries, scrapes and gashes he couldnโt feel bleeding thanks to the natural charge in the air but the flecks and the self sacrifice leave him not with a sense of accomplishment but with a churning sick kind of disappointment.
Joelโs got his palm over his right flank where he took a blow from getting knocked back. Itโs already shadowed up in a bruise as dark as the room around him. Heโs up, kicking the wood that had peeled off the building around them in the altercation on his way to pick up the damn abalone claw. He stows it in his pocket and staggers to the wall to plant his shoulder when a dizziness grapples him. ]
What a waste.