"What chance do I even have? It might as well be lost." Oscare crosses his arms, looking out at the vast desert of Ul'dah, sand as far as the eye can see -- well, until you eventually hit the lush valleys of the Black Shroud. He had to collect himself over the last few days.Â
All the distress he's caused to poor Jancis and her co-workers. That scene he caused in Ul'dah. Being more malicious to who used to be his friends. His knees started to sink due to immobility. What can he even say to himself? Nothing, that's what. He let a simple old piece of history shatter him.
"I got one chance left." He suddenly looks up at the sky, his face meeting directly with rays of sun. "You better watch yourself, 'Ninja', because soon enough there won't be much for you left."
All the distress he's caused to poor Jancis and her co-workers. That scene he caused in Ul'dah. Being more malicious to who used to be his friends. His knees started to sink due to immobility. What can he even say to himself? Nothing, that's what. He let a simple old piece of history shatter him.
"I got one chance left." He suddenly looks up at the sky, his face meeting directly with rays of sun. "You better watch yourself, 'Ninja', because soon enough there won't be much for you left."
"Critical fails; for when the GM sobs at night and the players get free checks."
