She said if I didn’t do this, their growing avarice and size would blot out the sun and freeze the waters. And the pigmy age of the dark-poster would begin, freed from their spider web-shackles with us taking their place.
So, IDK. Thought that was weird. She was cute though and I asked if she would come play Dark Souls Remastered on Switch with me and she said “what’s that?”. Briskly continued my walk away.
Just saw an augur of my fate-scribed nemesis glowing from a message aground: Postifex Maximus, silencer of sound and blotter of light. More rotund celestial body than man-born; ascended to modhood with no equal and supreme ruler of the Hex-ursa Coven.