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Eredin Bréacc Glas, commission for k_ru_le <3

There’s a camp game that everyone loves called “I’m Arthur Morgan”. It happened when Mary-Beth was telling some story and tried to do an impression of Arthur as she told it, and Karen stopped him and said,

“No no no, that’s not how you do it.” Karen stood up, scowled, put her hands on her belt, and said (in her lowest, gruffest voice) “I’m Arthur Morgan. I can shoot a man’s hat off from five miles away.”

Tilly objected, saying that she’d known Arthur longer and was the real expert on the topic. She scowled even harder, stood with her legs as far apart as her skirt allowed, and said (in her lowest, gruffest voice) “I’m Arthur Morgan, and I only ride horses that have killed a man.”

They’ve attracted some attention by now, and Sean (who can’t let fun happen without him) joins in. “I’m Arthur Morgan, and I can scowl the paint off of walls.” It’s an ok impression, but the girls are unsettled by Sean speaking in an American accent. It’s terrifying.

The real kicker is when people like Susan, Hosea, and Pearson join in, who have known Arthur for ages and have the embarrassing stories. “I’m Arthur Morgan, and I ate an onion raw by accident and cried.” “I’m Arthur Morgan, and I wouldn’t take baths for three months unless my dog was there too.” “I’m Arthur Morgan, and I blew a rabbit to smithereens using my biggest shotgun.” The activity eventually becomes a tradition, given how often Arthur is out and how fun he is to tease. Hell, even Dutch gets in on it sometimes.

Arthur walks into camp during one of these sessions, and sees half the camp standing in a circle with their hands on their belts, scowling each other down, and practically growling. He drops a deer off at Pearson’s table and leaves again without a word.

so yeah i’m pretty excited skyward sword is back i guess

bonus: that ghirahim

regis on the way to tesham mutna: you’re starting to smell quite tasty

geralt:

cdpr give my daughter some proper fucking armor challenge