crystal.

[bouchonne]

FORM: Sending crystal
SENDER: Byerly
RECIPIENT: Everyone, unfortunately
NOTES: Make your fursona

If your soul were to take the form of an animal, what form do you think it would take?

You can answer on behalf of your friends, if those friends are killjoys who won't answer for themselves.

Comments

[succise]

What do they have to yell about, exactly? They can fly.

[extortionate]

You can fly.

[succise]

Not with wings. I don't have wings.

[extortionate]

Ain't you a mage? Figure it out.

[succise]

I will, and then you'll be sorry.

[extortionate]

Big talk for a future chicken.

[succise]

Even bigger talk for a future kernel of corn!

[extortionate]

[ a pause, of like, a whole minute - ]

What?

[succise]

If I am a future chicken, you are future chicken feed.

[extortionate]

You ever raised chickens?

[succise]

No. Why?

[extortionate]

We're all future chicken feed, chickens included. Little shits love a corpse.

[succise]

Is that true??

[extortionate]

Show you next time cook brings one in. Chicken, I mean. Don't figure Freddo wants the heat for a corpse.