I Am Witless

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About I Am Witless

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    -Dreamer of Epic Proporations- -Creator of Imaginary Worlds-
  • Birthday April 2

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    What WeBsITe
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    At what? With what?
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    Sounds like a drug!!!
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    IQ only with Cool in the middle.
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    For OOOOOLD people.
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    I'm good at doing this!
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    Are you sure that you want to see my face?

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    Sol System
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    Fictitious Literature, Geology, Vikings, Dragons!, Spiders, Food, Sleep, Unnecessary Capitalization, Unnecessary Exclamation Points, Unnecessary Comma's, Terry Pratchett, Brandon Sanderson, Les Miserables. There's more,,, but you get to find that out yourself.

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  1. horror

    "Good to see the old TUBA Mime Battalions back in conflict." Yzabet commented, lazily leaning against a glass display case right by the line. "It's been a while since I've seen them in action. Ele and I" - here she pointed her thumb towards the Dark side of the room - "thought that it would be nice to get some of the old gang together on both sides of the line, see if anyone comes back from the dead for some of my cookies."
  2. Somewhere, there was a small street full of small, friendly stores. And suddenly, there was a store that had both just appeared and always been there. A hand carved sign above the double doors proclaimed "Light and Dark Bakery", in a friendly font. Stretching from the sidewalk outside into the kitchen in back, there was a painted red line, dictating which side was "Light" and which "Dark". The bakery was mirrored on both sides, even in its inventory, save that those goods on the "Dark" side had spikes in them. A woman on the "Light" side, brought forward from ages past by some strange and mystical power, chatted with a person who had no physical form on the "Dark" side. They spoke of days gone by, back before all of this messing around, when all that any of this had been was simply whether or not you should tell someone that they had a spike in their cookie. @ElephantEarwax, as Himself @I Am Witless, as Yzabet Summoning all of the old-timers to kick back, enjoy a cookie, and engage in non-violent RP for the sake of old times. Light and Dark Bakery welcomes you.
  3. A small spider watched with interest, then began tapping away at it's thread. This was news.