It’s Christmas Eve and you hear a thump in the room below yours. You put on your slippers and run downstairs. There, by the Christmas tree, you see a tall figure, leaning over the presents. It’s him! He’s real! The figure turns around and you gasp in shock as he reveals himself to be EXODIA, THE FORBIDDEN ONE
painfully true
Imagine saying "where sweets are baked, not bought" about the decade that invented blue raspberry
It would be a really huge jump to go from homemade sweets in 1998 to this in 1999:
do you think lestat ever he—[GUNSH0TS] [CAR CRASH] [GLASS SHATTERING] [YELLING] [POLlCE SIRENS] [HELICOPTERS] [EXPLOSlON]
