Swiff, Archmage Senpai @swiff@wizzzard.online

Hours lost in the dark, you finally push open the cellar door and surface. Taking stock of your surroundings, you are unconvinced that your situation has improved.

Artifacts line the walls and floor, some expertly mounted, some haphazardly piled in precarious stacks. The air hums with an expectant energy, and the corners of your mind tingle as if imperceptibly gnawed on by thousands of tiny nibbling teeth.

You have entered the Wizzzard.Tower. You feel that this was a grave error.

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An AK-47 has enough wooden parts to be considered, legally, a wizard's staff

sign here muy lord and become a magical girl

Wizzzard.online is a firmly pro-Cow-Tool instance, this is my first major stand taken as an admin

Like, I'm getting paid for the extra time, I've basically got an extra shift in my hours now that I didn't physically need to leave the house for

But still, damn, it's stressful managing the volunteer calendar for the whole dang organization.

Lordy I find fielding volunteer emails to be easily the most stressful part of my job now, and it's not even close.

I honestly already really miss this job not having homework.

Endurance hunting, as the noble sandwich can outpace any human on the dead sprint. It must be a battle of degrees, of my will versus that of the sandwich

Hunting great roving herds of sandwiches armed with nought but a spear and my wits, as did my ancestors

Nothing will impede me from my sourdough-clad prey

I'd like a fucking samidge

Elfs (Milf Elves)

Butt cheeks are dusty, bones are creaky, ready to face the day as more of an ambulatory yawn than a man

Bones a-creakin today

Weary