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==> Be the Chef.
You are now a CHEF: you really like cooking, and you're good at it. You're particolar good at making SWEETS of any kind. You live in the FROZEN lands; you've occupied an old castle, a ruin. You don't really suffer the cold, so it's ok, it's kinda nice after all. You're paranoid, agoraphobic, and basically, you're afraid of everything. Sometime, if you're really in danger, you can summon your specibi, a FRYING PAN, to defend yourself or dear ones.
Recently, YOU'VE DIED, or so everyone though: the burning cold SUTURED your wound, and you slept for months. there's so much ALCHOOL in your blood that you didn't freeze to dead.

Asker strongsuits: D --> Hello

h-h-hello.

s-s-orry— i-im g-g-oing t—to r-r-est a w—while r—right now-

[[duuuude sorry i was out working on a dinner, spent from 8.30 am to 11pm in a kitchen, making stuuuuuff and now i’m kinda very tired?]] 

strongsuits | Apr 26th