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Burnt my first cigar and sat in solitude, gazing at the blinking bulbs. Foreign music played somewhere behind me, words I couldn't understand. How ironic to feel so much in words when you couldn't read them. I've been doing this for years. Here comes the next cigar. I was only trying to write...

I'd prolly do one island with @Kaka if he ever returns with Sasaki.

Sanjiiiiiiii fanssssss let's fucking goooooo

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To the captains, monsters, kings, fools, dreamers, marines, revolutionaries, and wanderers of the seas— I suppose every voyage, no matter how grand, eventually reaches the horizon where the sails must finally rest. And after ten long years beneath these skies, I think mine has. For a decade...

Forget abt it my man. I decided to officially retire.

Was only inactive waiting for posts lol

I really wanna continue my only island but been waiting for @Aro to update. Not sure if his active or not. If he isn't, I'm open for a new host. Btw, we need new islands.

Egghead Chapter 1.5: The Island That Thinks @cletus The sea surrounding Egghead was not natural water anymore. As Cletus’ ship crossed the perimeter, the color shifted subtly--from deep blue to a refractive sheen threaded with faint hexagonal patterns beneath the surface. Electromagnetic...

The figure did not hurry. The mountain road did not part for him, nor did the wind announce him with ceremony. Stone scraped beneath measured steps. Cloak darkened by travel and old weather moved with the patience of someone who had learned that rushing only made wounds deeper. Landayan Morrow...

Landayan did not answer at once. The compass hovered, trembling, its hum syncing with his pulse. Wind brushed his face, not as pressure, but as invitation. For a fleeting moment, he saw all roads at once—fire, flight, fracture. Then he exhaled, slow and deliberate, and the chamber felt it. The...

Landayan did not step forward at once. He stood between the elders, between stone and breath, staring at the compass that refused to point. For a moment, it felt like standing at the edge of the sea before a voyage that would not forgive hesitation. The pulse from the seam matched his own—slow...

The marines are more criminal than us lol

poor

I'm taking it