- MBTI
- INTP
Continue the story.
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@Wyote the Wizard awkwardly sat on an unfortunately uncomfortable boulder in the center of his cave, pensive.
Staring at the feeble fire before him, he morosely thanked the universe for his solitude. He would have liked to have interesting company, sure, but one never knew if a visitor could really be a Sensordemon in disguise. It was most definitely not worth the risk.
The wizard’s hands found a rather large homemade bong between his legs, made of an intriguing purple wood. He brought the apparatus into his lap and proceeded to smoke it, his eyes never leaving the fire.
Still, he did have one friend to share his lonely cavern with. As he exhaled a stream of blue smoke, he drew his hand out to @socks, who was currently a cat, sniffing at a small stone a few metres away.
socks looked up at Wyote with cold kitty eyes, realizing how sad of an existence this old wizard human dude led, much like all humans. She stretched her long body out for a moment, and then proceeded to curl up for naptime.
“Fuck,” the old man whispered to himself, as he smoothed out his robe with his hands. Perhaps it was time he ventured out of his cave.
It was then that he began to notice a strange, immense sound outside, one that grew louder every second. It was clearly the sound of an extremely large object descending nearby. Wyote sat quietly, perfectly still.
The sound eventually became deafening and then stopped, pronouncing its conclusion with a loud, low-pitched “thunk”.
After silence persisted for a few moments, the stoned wizard slowly walked towards the entrance of the cave, carefully stepping over socks, who was clearly sleeping through the whole thing.
As he peered out, he could barely make out the shape of the craft in the dark, rainy night. It was a large spaceship. A hatch on the side of the craft was open, and a ramp extended from the hatch to the ground.
Suddenly, Wyote saw the shadow of a figure appear in the doorway of the hatch.
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@Wyote the Wizard awkwardly sat on an unfortunately uncomfortable boulder in the center of his cave, pensive.
Staring at the feeble fire before him, he morosely thanked the universe for his solitude. He would have liked to have interesting company, sure, but one never knew if a visitor could really be a Sensordemon in disguise. It was most definitely not worth the risk.
The wizard’s hands found a rather large homemade bong between his legs, made of an intriguing purple wood. He brought the apparatus into his lap and proceeded to smoke it, his eyes never leaving the fire.
Still, he did have one friend to share his lonely cavern with. As he exhaled a stream of blue smoke, he drew his hand out to @socks, who was currently a cat, sniffing at a small stone a few metres away.
socks looked up at Wyote with cold kitty eyes, realizing how sad of an existence this old wizard human dude led, much like all humans. She stretched her long body out for a moment, and then proceeded to curl up for naptime.
“Fuck,” the old man whispered to himself, as he smoothed out his robe with his hands. Perhaps it was time he ventured out of his cave.
It was then that he began to notice a strange, immense sound outside, one that grew louder every second. It was clearly the sound of an extremely large object descending nearby. Wyote sat quietly, perfectly still.
The sound eventually became deafening and then stopped, pronouncing its conclusion with a loud, low-pitched “thunk”.
After silence persisted for a few moments, the stoned wizard slowly walked towards the entrance of the cave, carefully stepping over socks, who was clearly sleeping through the whole thing.
As he peered out, he could barely make out the shape of the craft in the dark, rainy night. It was a large spaceship. A hatch on the side of the craft was open, and a ramp extended from the hatch to the ground.
Suddenly, Wyote saw the shadow of a figure appear in the doorway of the hatch.
