And Jenna, her dog.
When all of our friends are dead and just a memory
And we’re side by side, it’s always been just you and me
For all to see
When our lives are over and all that remains
Are our skulls and bones, let’s take it to the grave
And hold me in your arms, hold me in your arms
I’ll be buried here with you
And I’ll hold in these hands all that remains
I don’t want to rest in peace
I’d rather be the ghost that annoys you
I hope you can make me laugh
Six feet down when we’re bored of each other
A match is our only light
It’s day of the dead, I’m Indiana Jones here
These coins sit upon our eyes
Pull our funds, we’ll pay the boat together
I’m gonna come over here and work on this for a while, along with some short “fan fics” (of my own fucking story? really?) just because I’ve got that itch right now and it happens so rarely.
I’m also gonna fire up Animal Parade and play that for a while because it always puts me in the right kind of mood for this… and well it should, I suppose.
James and Eleanor
Created by serabiet
I was having a lot of game trouble, but I think I’ve smoothed most of it out now.
Which means it’s time to start moving Dogbane Hollow over to a different hood terrain, because the one I’m currently using is garbage.
It’s still garbage, but transferring beach lots is for shit, so I give up.
Chapter 1 is in the works, though. And after I get all of this straightened out, I promise, updates will come through faster.