Bang. Bang. He shot me down. Bang. Bang. I hit the ground. Bang. Bang...
[Content warning: Harold]
(also various 'creepy' gifs and depictions of mental health)
Dexterity
All the pretty little horsies. All the pretty little horsies.
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My body doesn't move that agile, my motorics are all fucked. I can't hide anymore. The world has seen me and that won't change.
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Straightability: So you think you can see straight, hold that bow straight, do anything straight? Think again. (-1 to Dexterity)
Visual cortex: Who cares about the details? You certainly don't. You never saw them, never knew of them, and never will (-1 to Dexterity)
Thinker-on-feetness: My feet don't think. I don't think. A bad combo. (-1 to Dexterity)
Panache: O yeah you stand out. You are so f*cking cool Harold. Great job. Now do it elegantly and be better. (-1 to Dexterity and -1 to Stealth)
Pickiness: You can't pick a lute, can't pick a pocket, a lock, none of that. You are not a picky sort of person. (-1 to Dexterity)
Holding-it-together: Barely. One day, you will lose your composure, much like your balance.. (-1 to Dexterity)


Using the rockwool
Like I Blister in the Sun (Memories can wait)
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Thought unlocked: You can just leave
ALSO YOU CANT READ OR WRITE AND FEY ARE LIBERALS
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H A R M o n y
This is my RED door that I have painted BLACK
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Feelings don't just fizzle out, but the glow dulls and in the half-light you'll be able to see me and it will not be that thing you wanted. It will be just /me/.
+1 to harmony +2 to nature



Strength
These fluids got me feeling fluid gimme something imma do it.
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