Arabian

omg, i'm away for a couple of days to get at least something good out of all this snow, only to return to find my avi suicidal , nibbling pills to make it through the day. and, hey, smoking, slaying and exposing herself.

there has been a misunderstanding. serval said she likes stories. so do i. a good story beats them all. makes you cry, laugh and love. sad thing is that they end sooner or later. throwing you back into reality. that's the nature of good stories.

i told her about a story that has many stories within, of which some even have yet more stories in them. serval liked that concept. it goes on and on and never ends, she said.

well, it does end, actually. after one thousand and one nights. i'd say that's kind of enough for any good story. if it has to end, why not at that very point.

serval has been fearing discontinuation from the very start, but has survived inworld so far. i told her she won't have to for so much longer. i think most of her stories have been told by now. it's time to stop. it's time to end. one thousand and one nights. just a few more to go, before it's time to log.

i guess this is where things got wrong and were sort of misunderstood.

don't worry, my little best friend serval. this is not discontinuation. i'm bringing you to first life for good. to walk with me and to inspire me. it will be a better place for you, and a better place for me to explore those things that seem to come more easily to you than to me. from day one thousand and two i'm gonna do them myself and in first life only, with you by my side. and i'll treat you loads of meringue.

e.