You’re an author on your death bed. You see a gloss of the afterlife with all the characters and world you’ve created. They’re mad.
Guys, it wasn’t my fault I swear, i still helped you guys granted I was pretty rude but like guys really
You’re an author on your death bed. You see a gloss of the afterlife with all the characters and world you’ve created. They’re mad.
Guys, it wasn’t my fault I swear, i still helped you guys granted I was pretty rude but like guys really