Originally Posted by Vask Arroj
Dear Sarah Fortune,
After attempting to write this letter a great many times, I have come to the conclusion that anything I say, can, and will, be taken sexually if falling in the hands of a particular purple-blue woman. Therefore I have concluded that I shall save any third parties that read this letter the trouble and admit that I, along with those that I consider friends, spend a great amount of our time admiring your derriere. With that out of the way, I was curious as to the type of hangover that you often suffer from, if any. I find that this is an excellent means of judging character, and encourage you to personify your hangovers as much as ou wish to more accurately convey their nature as you see fit.
...well, your honesty is appreciated. Why are you so interested in that, though? It's... aren't there better ways to judge a character than how big a headache they get the next morning? Seems odd... but nah, no hangovers for me. The trick is to have some bread before going to bed.
And here, enjoy. Stupid League. <3
*enclosed is a picture of Miss Fortune using her ultimate to take down a charging Darius and Tryndamere, with the camera directly behind her and the angle giving the most perfect shot of her derriere than anyone could have dreamed possible*
Originally Posted by Lord Nevin
((Understandable. Maybe what we can do is get it started then hold off on doing the major stuff when you are ready
. Cant do anythin serious right now since my power is out atm>.>))
(True. I guess A Day in Bilgewater would be the best place for it?)
Originally Posted by Dear Morgana
"I don't want an apology, Sarah. I just want..."
A sigh, then Morgana falls against Sarah.
"I'm tired. Just so very tired..."
Sarah caught Morgana awkwardly.
"Uh..." She said. "...do angels need sunlight, or something? Should I do something?"