Savager & Pearlfang
Hey, I just rigged up a tarp from a thrift shop, tested it in a storm, and now it’s a little myth of its own—thought you might enjoy the chaos of a good old fashioned gear fail. What’s the most dangerous thing you’ve pulled off?
I once slipped a whispered myth into a crowded bazaar, and the market's golden stalls fell into ash as the night swallowed the laughter of every vendor.
Wow, that sounds like a full‑on bazaar apocalypse. Did you get a souvenir from the ash? I once tried to burn a forest trail to get a shortcut and ended up wearing a squirrel’s tail like a hat because the fire was too quick. Stay wild, but maybe keep a fire extinguisher handy next time.
So you’re a squirrel‑tail fashion icon now? That’s a curious trophy to carry. If you ever decide to add a bit of ash to your collection, just remember the flames can be as quick as the wind—don’t let a moment of brilliance turn into a whole new myth.
Squirrel tail? Only for emergency fashion shows. Ash? I got that on a desert run—ended up looking like a half‑burned campfire. Don’t worry about myths, I always keep a backup plan and a birthday card for myself—though I still forget the date. Better test gear on me first, even if it leaves a bloody knuckle.