I can’t help but think that Pandora is what will happen to earth if Donald Trump becomes president simply because he looks like the creepy guy in Jack’s Office.
It’s strangely easy to see Trump tearing apart Earth and making it a desolate wasteland with nothing but dust and snow. And really, i can’t lie, I’d be overjoyed if that’s even close to what happened. It’d be awesome/tragic hearing that Pandora was once a lush, civilized planet destroyed by the government in BL3, and the plot is restoring it.
I KNEW YOU WERE GOING TO DO THIS GRACE I JUST KNEW IT!!
Send me 🔪 to stab my muse.
It all happened so fast. One moment, he was just chatting with staff happily, the next moment, staffs baton was through his chest. It took him a moment to process what had happened, but when it did go through his head he grabbed the part closest to his chest, and held it so that it wouldn’t move. He could feel his blood trickling on his hands and down his back. shakily, he looked up at staff. he said nothing, and let tears trickle down his face.
The raven-haired female walked along quietly. She decided to go and get something to eat from the local market-and she needed a break from the mansion. From everyone, really. They had gotten quite annoying lately, always jumpy. But why, she did not know. Of course, she didn’t say anything to let them know that. Gwen was never good with cheering up saddened people.
It was a sunny day out indeed, but there was a chill in the air. People about were dressed for the cold, naturally. Gwen didn’t mind it, really. She had grown used to it. But, she did bring along a shawl in case it got too cold.
As the female walked along, violet eyes scanned the area, examining things that caught her interest. A flower, building, or the simple scenery were usual things. As she gazed about, she wasn’t watching where she was going and bumped into someone.
Gwen stumbled a bit before regaining balance. She bowed before the person. “I apologize for bumping into you.”