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In my restless dreams, I see that town.

Prehevil.
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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ MARCOH, THE TAINTED SOUL.
What the hell is all this about a stinger?
November 3, 2025 at 2:45 PM
In times like these, numbing the senses would be preferable compared to staring down whatever abomination awaited them outside the safety of the PRHVL Bop.
a strong drink … she wishes she could get her hands on some wine.
Strong drink, companionship, and a game of chance. .

The rush of life.
November 3, 2025 at 2:45 PM
. . This is Bohemia’s capital city. A godforsaken place named Prehevil.

I don’t belong here.
"That's to be expected. Though, I have to say... the sky with the moon hanging above that tower looks awfully familiar. Kind of nostalgic.

Do you, perhaps, know where I am?"
[ Marcoh turned his head to look towards the stranger, looking tense. ]

. . . That so?

I’m not sure if I can trust you based on just that.
November 3, 2025 at 2:41 PM
[ Marcoh turned his head to look towards the stranger, looking tense. ]

. . . That so?

I’m not sure if I can trust you based on just that.
“Whatever floats your boat, I guess.”

He held his hands up.

“It’s okay. I’m not with those psychos. I only look menacing.”
Strong drink, companionship, and a game of chance. .

The rush of life.
November 3, 2025 at 12:10 AM
Strong drink, companionship, and a game of chance. .

The rush of life.
October 24, 2025 at 3:18 PM
MEMORIES
October 16, 2025 at 4:01 PM
> | mun / guidelines | <
October 16, 2025 at 3:31 PM
In a literal sense. . yeah.
“…I guess living feels like a fistful if ectoplasm, then.”
“I jumped off a cliff. I went skydiving. I—“

Oh yeah? Try punching a ghost. Then you really know what living is like.
October 16, 2025 at 3:31 PM
> | muse | <
October 16, 2025 at 3:28 PM
> | master thread | <
October 16, 2025 at 3:27 PM
“I jumped off a cliff. I went skydiving. I—“

Oh yeah? Try punching a ghost. Then you really know what living is like.
October 16, 2025 at 3:26 PM
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ MARCOH, THE TAINTED SOUL.
October 16, 2025 at 2:53 PM
It doesn’t matter how much you get hit, what matters is how many hits you can take. . and how hard you can hit back.
October 16, 2025 at 2:46 PM
October 11, 2025 at 1:57 PM
[ Looks to his left, then to his right. Yep. He’s just standing there. ]

Uh. . you good?
She's having a mental breakdown over a weird texture and he's standing there¿
September 30, 2025 at 2:15 PM
O LORD
TEACH
NOT GIVING A FUCK
September 30, 2025 at 2:08 PM
September 28, 2025 at 1:31 AM
All it takes is one mistake. One little slip up, and. .

You’re out of the ring. For good.

I’ve had one too many close calls, if you ask me.
Right… Survival situations only give you so much room to prepare.

…Especially in a village full of crazies who want to hack you to pieces. Or worse.
Luck, huh?

Everyone always says that luck is just the judgement of the gods.

But after everything I’ve seen. . I’ll just the punches fly and see what happens next. My fate is my own, and no god is going to change that.
September 28, 2025 at 1:30 AM
// one can only wonder what they meant by this. hmmmmmmmmmmm
September 28, 2025 at 1:27 AM
Luck, huh?

Everyone always says that luck is just the judgement of the gods.

But after everything I’ve seen. . I’ll just the punches fly and see what happens next. My fate is my own, and no god is going to change that.
From me? One. From you?

…Actually, I think you’ve got enough to test your luck against in this hellhole.
[ Stone-faced. Dude’s been through some shit in Prehevil, things can’t get much worse. ]

How many?

How many punches can it take?
September 26, 2025 at 2:12 PM
Reposted by Marcoh.
It's not hard to enter a public building.
The buffoon who invented "Locks" and "Windows" has never heard of a hammer.
September 24, 2025 at 12:04 PM
[ Stone-faced. Dude’s been through some shit in Prehevil, things can’t get much worse. ]

How many?

How many punches can it take?
This thing.

(He summons the abomination in question.)
September 24, 2025 at 3:10 PM
A huh-what-now?
Or an Abaddon.
It’s all fun and games until you nearly step on a landmine.
September 24, 2025 at 3:05 PM
When you’re bordering on alcoholism just to stay sane in this fucked up town, you’ll stumble into anything. Trust me.
"So, in other words, you were smart enough to not blow your limbs off. Uh huh."

Slow clapping ensues.
It’s all fun and games until you nearly step on a landmine.
September 24, 2025 at 3:04 PM
It’s all fun and games until you nearly step on a landmine.
September 24, 2025 at 2:50 PM