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By AnonymWhitney Gardner
Chaotic good ones place a high value on free will: they always intend to do the right thing, even if their methods are haphazard and generally out of sync with the rest of society.
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By AnonymWhitney Gardner
Fries go in, fries come out. Fries go in, fries come out. Small, regular, large, extra-large. Fries go in, fries come out. Sweat drips down my back, my chest burning hot. I try not to scald my forearms when people slam into me, rushing between stations. Fries go in, fries come out. I am the siren call of McDonald's: smell the fries, you cannot resist. You want the fries. You need the fries, I hate the fries. I am the fries. Fries go in, fries come out.
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By AnonymWhitney Gardner
How are you still standing?" "Am I? I feel like I'm falling.
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By AnonymWhitney Gardner
I can curl my hair and paint my nails and wear my hand-sewn summer dresses. I can roll dice and design costumes for heroes and flip through comic books. All as myself. Finally.
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By AnonymWhitney Gardner
I don't rack paint either, even though some writers would say that doesn't make me legit. I'm not a thief, I'm a vandal. That's why I work at Mickey D's: I buy my own supply.
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By AnonymWhitney Gardner
I know all their costumes by heart, and one day I'll be making-" "Costumes?! That's what you're into, their outfits? Oh God... you're not one of those cosplay chicks, are you?
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By AnonymWhitney Gardner
I want to feel breath on my ears. They aren't dead. They can still feel.
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By AnonymWhitney Gardner
I wish people didn’t call them that. Trolls… They aren’t mythical creatures. You can’t look up how to defeat them in the Monster Manual. There are no critical hits, no saving rolls. They aren’t make-believe. They’re real. And they’re assholes.
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By AnonymWhitney Gardner
They just needed someone to hate. Someone to fill the endless hours of their empty lives. A villain to make them feel like heroes.
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