Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-5618861-20160728192446/@comment-27950421-20160829134853

???: WHAT THE?!?!!?

My skull comes flying back and clonks Palethorn in the head before falling back on the ground seemingly lifeless, "You shouldn't equate age with wisdom sonny boy, there's plenty of old coots who haven't figured out jack shit."

My skull slowly turns so the eye sockets are looking Palethorn right in the eye, "I however, have figured out a thing or two. I've lived over 300 million years, I'm older than nearly every god out there, hell I helped babysit the chief god back when that spoiled brat was still in diapers. You, that Pharoah, you'll be gone in a few decades. Maybe a few centuries for her. Why should I waste my time trying to impress you, when I could be having fun instead? If I tried to get everyone's respect I'd waste millenia being an overtly dignified twit when I could be enjoying myself. Everything comes to an end sooner or later my friend, even the gods, even me, so why should I care more about what others think of me than my own happiness?"