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/now, it's been a long time since I rock and rolled, but I've recently come across a bout of inspiration from gaming's 2012 classic: ℝ𝕒𝕥 𝕓𝕖 𝕦𝕡𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕖\

/well, now comes the time to fucking murder Tryseakt.

/alright, I finally decided to finish up. It's still Satan because I can't change it yet. I'm not going to do a like for interaction to start it off because I don't want to. If you have a problem with it, I will cry.😀\

/Keith Richards and Mick Jagger guide way more of my decisions than you could imagine\

/ I genuinely have no idea what to think of this.\

/this bar took 5 minutes That's kinda whack But I've been gone for two months

Víðarr steps out of his hall for the first time in a while. Was he studying some artifact, meditating, sleeping? All guesses that will remain unanswered. He has returned to a beautiful asgard sky and is in a good mood.

'What terrible misfortune that the first thing I see after my absence is you.'

'No, Hávi, I'm quite alright.' Despite being signed, this had the effect of being said through clenched teeth.

Oh boy. The grogginess of his isolation has not yet worn off, leaving him completely defenseless to the sneak attack.

Víðarr is able to stay standing, though just barely. 'Hey kid, good to see you're still alive.'

Víðarr, exercising his well honed virtue of silence, attempted to pass by the troublesome being without detection.

Víðarr, sure that he'll be spotted, decides to at least make a spectacle of it. This involves him growing to his full-size and punting the suspicious being.

'Oh, you know, I've been.... somewhere. You know how it is, right?' Víðarr signs awkwardly.