[Silence for a moment, quickly followed by that bell that accompanies the corner shop door and a general ambience of traffic. Tartarus' tone is characteristically cheerful, as though he's relaying a story to an old friend. Who's to say he isn't?]Man walks in the corner shop, asks for cigarettes 'n a lighter. Not an unusual request. Doesn't look ( Read more... )

I have to say--and you're really going to hate me for this--I may have seen this coming.

He was buried right there... and then, well, he wasn't. Now that's just shoddy workmanship. Zeus, you need a better shovel.

So.

... How long before the world implodes. Any takers?

Any complaints, questions, suggestions, etc. about the way I play Tartarus go here!

Seriously, though. Concrit is my best friend (even when it's negative~), so tell me.

♥

.the mundane;
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