Psilent pletters are fun! Pespecially when you put them in places they don’t normally pbelong.
Who can even tell that they’re there? They’re psilent!
Of course, psilent just looks like someone with some psi-abilities, so maybe I need to find better words to give a silent p to.
Pwhile I psearch the pdictionary for more pwords, it’s time for — The pQueue!
Two Old Gods enter. One Old God gets consumed by everyone attending the event. Which one is it? The hearty and savory Yogg-Ramen or the zesty, vibrant Punch-Saron?
Do we want our guests to be full and relaxed or uplifted and sociable? In fact, what kind of event are we having here? Where are we?!
Are we in a cult?!?
As we feel the dread creep in and question all of our life decisions that led us to this moment, somehow working in catering for a tall, strange man who’s hired us and paid us really well, but is definitely hiding some tentacles in that robe of his, let’s forget all of that and just Queue for a moment.
I wrote a Queue last week and it just vanished. I intended to use this picture of Doom Guy and Isabelle from Animal Crossing and I don’t remember why anymore. But here it is.
Please let this Queue survive the fickle whims of the CMS, dreadful ones.
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