Wistrit
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I bequeath my pile of knick-knacks from the table... to Lizarde.
I bequeath my plastic fork from the lunchbox... to Krabe.
I bequeath my golden crossbow... but I'd better sell it.
I bequeath an 11-month-old bag of coffee... to Amarante.
That's all I have left.
I'm feeling really awful, maybe it's really radiation sickness, like I ate something bad all night...
Maybe I was poisoned by a careless Knight? :'(
I bequeath my plastic fork from the lunchbox... to Krabe.
I bequeath my golden crossbow... but I'd better sell it.
I bequeath an 11-month-old bag of coffee... to Amarante.
That's all I have left.
I'm feeling really awful, maybe it's really radiation sickness, like I ate something bad all night...
Maybe I was poisoned by a careless Knight? :'(
Tomorrow holds no promises
Except the ones we've made
Except the ones we've made