[Waldo Butters pre Skin Game]

[polkayoureyesout]

There's more to me than polka you know. I mean, yeah, it is unfairly looked down on. It's fun, it's energetic. It kept me going through some of the worst times in my life, and... Ngh. Fine I guess that's as good as any other username.

I'm more worried about being here. I'm not going to say "Chicago needs me." Chicago needs more Wardens, more good werewolves, someone who can patch people up without being terrified he'll kill them. But I'm right there and someone needs to act as lookout.

Thank you for not putting me on an island where I'll slowly turn into a cannibalistic monster at least. Because you're not going to do that right? Right?

Comments

[in_the_book]

Hey, polka saved the world, Butters.

[polkayoureyesout]

I'm not knocking it. Though, technically the undead dinosaur helped.

[He can't help but grin a little at the memory.]

Please tell me your wizardly magics work on muns.

[in_the_book]

Still the finest piece of magic I've ever worked.

[He laughs at the plea.]

Yeah, don't I wish.

[polkayoureyesout]

Eh, it was alright. I guess. [teasing]

That's worrying. I mean it's good to see you acting more like yourself again, but not while being stuck here. I wonder what this means. If it was just me I'd assume it was some kind of karmic punishment for being such an evil DM.