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[ladybirdcrey]

Either you were dropped into the snow at the foot of the mountain or if you were less lucky you find yourself in the cold forest. The women can attempt to land wherever they please.

The griffins without riders are turning back and heading home. I hope you enjoyed traveling with us and welcome aboard again.

[ mission: get your shit together. ]

Comments

[rhymeswithdesign]

Uh.

This is John. I'm—

[the irish bloke is less of a dick. dean saves people, hunts things. fuck it, he's going with the irishman.]

—I'm going with—

[what the hell is his name? who gave me this thing? fuck all of you.]

[rhymeswithdesign]

OK.

Uh.

Roger?

I'll just—

[doesn't shut the radio off. doesn't know how. pockets it and runs after john m.]