Lunamor

Jenny grinned. This was probably the biggest monster she had ever killed! The smile hurt her face, though. The burned cheek would be rather annoying. She dropped to the ground, walking over to Edgar. She concernedly looked him over, trying to assess the severity of his burns. He’d gotten sprayed more than she had. “I think your fancy blowgun made the difference. I doubt the dart would have gotten far enough without it. I’d suggest we keep playing, but we should probably inform camp of a massive acid-ant that breached camp borders and help that kid it was chasing.”

Here’s a really bad joke in celebration: I don’t trust stairs.

Granted. The new influx of gold crashes the economy. I wish for my dog to quit sticking his toys under the couch.

Granted. You can’t use software anymore, on account of all of its code being deleted. I wish for a juice box.

Receives a used copy of The Wind Waker. Inserts a tennis ball.

No worries, my username throws people off sometimes. Edit: Having my profile pic being a picture of a dude doesn’t help much either

(I am in fact a good Vorin woman )

I’m quite tired this morning, despite actually getting at least eight hours of sleep for the first time in a while. TPBM has ridden a motorcycle.

A common misconception. It’s actual a massive cluster of Orbeez that orbits the Earth made to replace the moon by NASA. The moon left after humans wouldn’t quit being annoying and littering flags on it. Shade is made by something blocking a light source.

Happy Day After Valentine’s Day!

My hair is blonde when I’m happy, clearly a Siri reference.

Granted. Somehow, everything you type is in cursive. I wish to be good at sewing.

Jenny crossed her fingers and hoped that the dart could reach the ant’s brain, or at least paralyze an eye. @The Clarinetist

Jenny hopped backwards to a branch behind her and acid sprayed her direction. She missed the brunt of it, the leaves in front of her melting away, but some splashed onto her arms and cheek and sizzled against her skin. She ignored the pain, although seeing Edgar get burned hurt. The ant was becoming dangerous, so she knew they had to take it out quickly. They had no time for taking out each leg individually. Jenny reloaded a poisoned dart, took aim at the ant’s eye, and pressed the button on the side of the blowgun.

When Edgar forced the ant to briefly come to a halt, Jenny considered her options. She doubted that her poison could be very effective against stopping the entire ant due to its size, and her darts might not make it very far into its giant eye. She took aim at a gap between the chitin of one of its legs this time. Fortunately, her dart impacted its intended target. The poison seeped through its tough skin, and that leg began to droop as a small section of its body was paralyzed. @The Clarinetist

Jenny didn’t expect the giant ant to have acid. She supposed that if it already broke the laws of nature with its size, then acid might not be too out there. She took aim at an eye with her blowgun, and blew through it to launch the dart. She wanted to save whatever the button thing did until she had gotten aiming the darts down. Proving her stinginess right, the dart sailed past the monster’s head, missing gloriously. “Gosh darn it!” She prepared another dart. @Weaver of Lights

Jenny moved her finger so that it was hovering over the blowgun’s fancy button thing. Did ants have chitin? Maybe she could get a dart between the plates. But on a moving target, that would be hard… maybe the eyes could work… @Weaver of Lights

“…a what?” Jenny had never heard of a giant ant. It sounded like it was something the mist would conjure up, but this kid had to be a demigod unless someone had given him permission to enter the camp. She looked towards where the kid had come from, trying to see what he was talking about. Jenny preemptively dipped a dart in her poison and loaded it in the blowgun, taking aim in that general direction. @Weaver of Lights

The Loch Ness monster claims to have seen Chuck Norris.

Jenny noticed a kid come rushing towards them. He wasn’t wearing camp clothing, though, and his weapons didn’t seem to be the ones you’d find in their armories. She pulled out her blowgun, but wavered. What if this kid wasn’t actually playing the game? She decided to fire a warning shot. A non-poisoned dart wizzed right past the kid’s ear. She yelled from the tree. ”Do you need help or are you stealing our flag?” @The Clarinetist @Weaver of Lights

I actually don’t think I’ve had burned popcorn before. Gummy bears or chocolate?

I’m pretty sure that guy from those car movies isn’t in Mistborn. Fish breathe water.

Light mode, dark mode makes it feel like I’m straining my eyes. What’s the best type of apple?

No, it’s made of moon! Cows eat grass.

“Thanks for saying thanks.” She skipped off, finding a particularly large tree. She climbed up a few branches, hiding among its boughs and peering through the leaves. Jenny practiced aiming through the blowgun‘s scope for a bit, then uncorked her poison and readied a dart.