A sad soul, with no humour left in it. Existence is pain, barely surviving on the scraps of joy it finds by putting others down, before those too fade away and they’re left alone in their dark, cold pit of misery and despair.
But maybe there’s hope. Perhaps next time they hear a loud boom, they’ll whisper quietly under their breath, barely audible to those around him: “Dragonborn…”
Never worked a long shift with a friend?
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A sad soul, with no humour left in it. Existence is pain, barely surviving on the scraps of joy it finds by putting others down, before those too fade away and they’re left alone in their dark, cold pit of misery and despair.
But maybe there’s hope. Perhaps next time they hear a loud boom, they’ll whisper quietly under their breath, barely audible to those around him: “Dragonborn…”
Cue the new fun: when in a meeting, quietly whisper Dovahkiin, and have your friend shudder a little and rattle the desk.