water

out

I'm not used to that. I have been the only mower here for years and years and years.

Have been neglecting my mowing because shark s keeps everything short right around the house

Has pretty white flowers, and brutal sticky thorns

Apollo has started a new game with the following players:
Apollo

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Just cleared out a white thorn bush that tries to attack me when I'm mow behind the shed.

Be just terrible if grass now mowed for few days..be terrible 🚜🚜🚜🚜😄😄🌡

Laffing hi sharko ya for sure better mow now..lol

looks in

Temps going into the 90s until next weekend. Better get the mowing done today.

I keep Jeff's character as a handle,having not played here in years.

Freya,than you. I know it took an effort to compile and edit this.

Looks in

Raising a hand, he touched the inside of his coat and felt the suspended wooden stakes there, the bandolier carefully concealed in a hidden pocket within the lining, one of the order’s own needful alterations.

Crossing at last to the umbrella stand just inside the office’s doorway, he considered his choices and then withdrew a battered looking cane of yew wood, darkly finished and capped with a simple, polished brass grip. Twisting the handle, he slowly eased out the gleaming length of silver-gilt steel within, the fading daylight catching on the razor-edge of the hidden blade before he snapped it shut again and twisted it back in place.

Now to wait for nightfall.

Preparation was key for such a hunt, even for one of his experience. His tools had already been checked and tended to, and mentally he was prepared. Turning away from the window then, he moved to his desk and poured a generous dram from the uncorked bottle of single malt there into a heavy crystal tumbler.

Lifting the tumbler, he drank deeply, then filled the glass again and savoured the peat smoke this time as the amber liquor warmed him from within. The creatures he hunted had senses beyond the ken of man, and would smell the alcohol not only on his breath but escaping his pores – this was part of the act for the evening’s performance.

To complete the effect, he dipped two fingers into his glass and dabbed the whisky just behind and beneath his ears, then splashed a bit of it onto the lapel of his coat. He wanted to look and smell the part as he played it, all the better to sell the act.

Plus you currently can’t register there