Wear skull.
Since you died, met god, and are now wearing a skull: invent heavy metal.
The Sun is so beautiful I married her.
Age 29
Joined on 4/19/13
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- 16
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- 22,250
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- 5.83 votes
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- Civilian
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- > 100,000
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- Supporter:
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A new page of Questern is out now!
Make a new Invendecktory slot out of cactus flesh and sand.
Pray to the House for an extra invendecktory slot... To more efficiently complete our given task of course and no other shenanigans.
Drink your fill of cactus juice directly from the cactus.
Play a song of mourning on the cactus whistle, thanking it sacrificing its life to sustain you.
Whistle to the cactus and ask it for a slot.
Sad to reach another hiatus, but looking forward to the stuff you have cookin'! Can't wait for Questern's return!
Speak to Blackie as an equal. Maybe we can understand horse-language now that we're tripping on Saguaro Sauce.
We're so back. Ditto to masterhand's suggestion.
Engage this strange, handsome being.
Tell the man that our helmet is nicer than his. Do not budge on this point no matter how he argues.
Ask the man why he looks like that and how he knows the big man.
Tell Black Jack that he used "their" when he obviously meant "they're".
Perhaps Black Jack ain't the trustworthy sort. Don't take that hand.
"Beat it. And take your subpar helmet with you."
Meditate to escape this strange dimension where everyone is so handsome.
Feed card to horse without looking at it. That'll tell Blacko Jacko what we think of his 'help'.
Turn the blank card into a new invendecktory slot
Brag to horse about increased Deck size.
masterhand01
Drink our fill of cactus juice!
Then offer some to Blackie.
Refill flask when done.