[BE THE AIMLESS DOUCHEBAG.]

[pincerattack]

[You've been wandering for awhile! The Plains of Spite are indeed full of spite, in that you keep tripping in holes in the ground and almost landing right on your face. It's a good place to wander around, though, and to practice with your sickles a little. ...possibly also to yell at the sky because you hate everything, but then the big animal somebody said is called an alot of crankiness had made a weird noise right back in your face and gone back to chewing on grass.

Anybody out on the plains probably sees you standing there! Your sickles are not captchalogued because that alot looks really sketchy and you might need them on short notice, but you're not actively practicing right now.]

Comments

[cavedwellers]

RRN RRN RRN!

[we are galumphing the hell out of this plain right now]

[pincerattack]

[since it seems you and the alotbeast have come to an understanding, you stop yelling at it! sure, it still sounds kind of cranky, but it's not like you don't understand that. you let go of one of the beast's horns and pap it on the head.]

[cavedwellers]

rrrrrrrrn.

[oh look. the forest was unnecessary after all.]

[pincerattack]

[shoosh alot, only scritchings now.]

[cavedwellers]

[-.-] rrrrrrr~

[slowing to a meander. let's meander around the field.]

[pincerattack]

[meandering is good, too! you can sit up and look around majestically, as if this plain is your kingdom. as it is not called the Plain of Crabs and Shouting, though, it really isn't. SHUT UP, PAST ME, YOU CAN PRETEND IF YOU WANT TO.]

I get it, this place is pretty fucking annoying, isn't it?

[pettins. good alot, best friend.]

[cavedwellers]

nnrr-RRRnnn.

[yep. kindred spirit, right here.]