Dusts off account.

[princeofhope]

wwhat
wwhat do you wwant
you wwant me out again






no

put me back wwithin the realm of that ungodly cluttered think pan of yours
your dreams are dead and fuckin buried so let them be
wwe both knoww this is fuckin stupid to and your lack of responsibility is laughable at best
the effervvescence and glamour of the life youvve had and wwhat ivve had is long gone
so just stop
let me go back to my eternal rest before i remind you wwhat its like to fuckin mess wwith an ampora

[Y'all bitches got a req for a low pace/ac to medium pace/ac place to toss this dumb boy

Bonus for CR:AU apping potential.]

Hey, mun, did you know...?

[factualreality]

The word 'mun' actually originated from the expression 'mun's the word'!

You see, the art of roleplaying is one that dates back far before the invention of written language, and was originally done by sitting across from one another in a secluded area.  Sometimes there were spectators, but often, it was a private encounter between two individuals.  A challenge, really, to see how easily one could respond to the other.  The idea was to collaborate in terms of creating a story, partially involving spontaneous improvisation but occasionally making special nonverbal signals to one another indicating where they intended for the story to go next.  Over time, this came to be the beginnings of what is known today as 'sign language'.

Now, if you had a mun who was experienced enough and knew what they were doing--and, more importantly, were willing to work with their partner--then the words produced a very entertaining tale.  Back and forth.  Because while the sign language was special in and of itself, it was the words which carried the most weight, because those words were the story itself.  

Thus, mun's the word!

[He finished with a flourish, looking quite proud of himself.  And confident in his tale.]