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Women can be himbos. Not bimbos. Himbos.

I will not elaborate.

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HOW DARE THE SCARLET FURIES FUCK ME OVER?!

ME! I WILL BE THE ONLY ONE DOING THE SCREWING HERE, YOU USELESS BAND OF MURDERKARENS.

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(meets Sirin for five minutes)

This is my adoptive daughter. I will teach her my ways so that she can someday fuck and fuck over just as I do.

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Sirin: "Go away! I have no need of you!"

Me: Too bad. You're my daughter now and I will take you with me.

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Someone please explain how much 4'8 teeny wimpy little battlemage has like 40 athletics and how she was able to hold a dude like a foot and a half taller than her, known for his fighting abilities, and encased in the armor equivalent of the Iron Throne from walking into a trap.

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Rebel prisoner: "We fight for freedom. What do YOU fight for?"

Me, out of character: Gold! Women! Golden women!

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(whispers) Pssst, rustbucket, consider that asking a battlemage to adjudicate your fight with another battlemage and then trash-talking battlemages is not a winning strategy.

Just a thought. Take it or leave it.

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My battlemage has three moods:

-tits out for murder
-bitchslap someone
-(GLARE SILENTLY)

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If you click on the dog it actually says WOOF WOOF!

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Scarlet Chorus and Disfavored: (fighting each other while we're trying to jointly storm a castle)

Me: Uhm... 'bout that magic thingy that's gonna kill us soon...

Scarlet Chorus and Disfavor: (fight each other HARDER)

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I have my own tower with some really sweet pyrotechnics.

Don't know what I'm supposed to DO with it yet though.

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Eb: "Should I call you Princess of the Suggestive Vertical Slab?"

HECK YES THIS IS THE BEST TITLE EVER!

(crying with laughter)

Barik: "We don't even finish each others'..."

Verse: "...sentences."

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I hope y'all are enjoying the completely context-free Tyranny snippets, because I'm living my worst life here. :D

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I am a sucker for "dude gets kicked to the curb by both of the women he's two timing, they shack up together instead" but alas, Verse's mom is dead (and also a right piece of work, not that I'm surprised given what Verse herself is like).

Definitely want to write a fic of Barik and Verse giving their mutual dad his just desserts though.