Originally posted by Audreyvgs
Barren wasteland, kind of like Oklahoma during the great depression. Fallow fields of nothin upon nothin'....all with Moel's sig.
plant a seed, it grows here for a while.
Then it gets harvested?
Who eats moel's posts after they're plucked?
What made each one worthy to chuck?
Did they get ripe,
or feel kind of trite,
or did he just think that they sucked?