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Someone sent me this

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Where is the I’m alone nobody care me monkey

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Definitely could not be on Survivor. Not because I couldn’t do the challenges or live on an island with minimal resources, I’d probably just have a boner most of the time

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Anyone know how to talk to strangers they think are cute? No? Guess I’ll just suffer in silence hoping they accept my friend request on Facebook 😣

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so many things happen how are u supposed to get over all of them

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You’re telling me a Dooby Scoobied this Doo?

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Introduction to the Snow - submitted by ghostlyposts

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saw an absolutely hilarious animal crossing theory that i now 100% accept and it’s that in the animal crossing world, humans are going extinct, and so all the animals have locked you in an elaborate zoo enclosure and are trying to give you enrichment. and that’s why they give you infinite pointless tasks, hide money in trees and rocks, invented debt that doesnt matter etc. it’s why they always act so happy to see you even after you raze the entire island, relocate their houses twice, and always act so pleased about your choices no matter what. it’s all to keep their little endangered human healthy and enriched. and thinking of it this way has genuinely improved my experience of the game

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A spectral whisper would surround Qinhou as he inspected the seemingly lost individual haunt that wandered Tirasfal. "What do you seek...?" - From, in some fashion: @gravekeeper-anna.

Tendrils of sweet smoke drifted to mingle with the soft fog that perpetually gripped the rotted land of Lordaeron, the burning incense driving the sent of the dead away. Truly it never bothered Qin, but it seemed appease his chosen charges as he eyed the darkness about his meager quarters of the night. His thick claws pressed together to snuff out the match as he began to lower his bulky form to the ground.

The pandaren's one pale blue eye searched patiently awaiting the spirit to appear as he breathed in the scents of the smoldering stick, his great chest rising and falling with practiced ease. For the last two weeks he had been roaming the countryside in the northern Eastern Kingdoms listening to ruins and the rage that flowed from the voices. Rage was a strong word from the spirits, often it was more frustration and sorrow at the being trapped between worlds so they could not reach the finality they deserved. It was thankless work he had did, but it was fulfilling to him.

A deep rumble would come from his chest as he opted to try and goad the voice to speak again or the best case scenario appear before him. "I seek you. I feel your pain. I feel your sorrow. I wish to help you if you will let me."

His heavy paws would gently rest on his short knees as he watched, the silence sucking up his words as he spoke allowing him to listen and watch. Would it appear today? Probably not. Tomorrow? Not likely either. Speed or volume was never the goal in his life as a 'retirer', it was about the acceptance of his charges.

Peace was the goal.

Again he would sit in silence hoping for an answer to his initial answer, but knowing it would take time. Bowing his head, he would close his eyes and relax his body to ease the burdens of his own spirit. Sleep was rare but rest was necessary to continue to function along with reflection to know he was doing right by the spirits.

As patient as he could be, there was a pang of loneliness of missing his friend and traveling companion Fen. The orc had many of his own demons to struggle with and he was glad to help unburden his friend with reassurance to match a patient ear.

Fenrag was a hero who deserved his peace, Qinhou just hoped it didn't involve this method for him to find it.

Sighing, the exorcist would clear his thoughts of things he could not control and allowing his meditation to take priority. He would need to be unburdened with a clear purpose to help this spirit find it's way home. Both would just need to be patient and willing.

He had hope.

@gravekeeper-anna

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