I've always had the feeling that this life was nice, without knowing why.
My only concerns were to get enough fish for the village, enough presents for the temple of the old gods, and enough tabacco to feed my own addiction.
Sometimes it feels like I'm standing just above a complete other universe, and that this existence is only one step ahead from collapsing.
We live in big rocky chimneys.
Chim-chimney, chim-chimney, chim-chim-cher-ee.
What do you mean the old gods have awoken ?
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I called it Monky Smoky FIshy Snippy.