tablecloth-xiv:

“All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere”

Curiously enough I’ve been a player here on Balmung for quite some time, and I’ve seen the vast majority of you all with my main. So this segment of the song hits home.

I know that it’s not perfect, but I’ll work on making something better eventually! 🙂

I want to know how you managed to die on the table! It’s bugging me 😛