The Final Testament of Captain Silvern
The last will and testament of Elva Levene, Vespra, Elane, Silvern.
The year 30505-30776 4th galactic era
This is my final will, one of the few things I have control over in my life. Unfortunately if anyone thinks Ill make this sappy, than its not your day.
I know that all you grasping polocks are only interested in my famed fortune. If so than today is most certainly not your day either.
First things first, I want to say; Rook Jorentin, you are forbidden from setting foot in my beautiful ship, because if you do I know it will be floating around the cosmos in splinters before the week is out.
Before you complain about the waist of a perfectly good ship, I will tell you that I wish my body to be lain to rest in my beloved vessel and set adrift in the Garaga sector, so I may eternally see my favorite constellations.
I know this is a woefully short and unpoetic final testament, but my ship was basically all I owned, and I think it will be much more fun to let you all guess where I hid my fortune ( have fun with that).
You can all fight it out while I watch and laugh from the after life.
Lastly, I will say I hated most of you while I was alive ( especially you Canatos ) except for maybe Rook who was less of a backstabber than you rotting lot( you still can’t have my ship).
Also, I know it was you who gave me the poison Niara, very smoothly done.
Starsdusk if I’m correct.
Lovey and incurable,and really well done on the delivery, but now I will haunt you till your, not so far off, dyeing day.
See you losers later!
XOTO
(hugs, kisses, and total obliteration)
Elva- Silvern--
Talk to Oneself?
Myself: Did you hear that, Trina? She asked if it's okay to talk to oneself!
Me: You dummy. No, I did not "hear" it. But I did "read" it.
Myself: *sigh* You know bloody well what I meant!
Me: Calm down, girl, *pfft ...lmao*! Little does she know that we do it, like, ALLLLLL, the time!
Myself: For real. Hell, sometimes we even argue with ourself!
Me: Yeah, that's when things get REALLY interesting!
Myself: Except for maybe those around us, then it's probably scary.
Me: True dat.
Myself: But to elaborate, I think it's quite alright to talk to oneself-
Me: And argue with oneself.
Myself: Right. On occasion...Rare occasions... But it's actually good to talk to oneself, as sometimes hearing one's thoughts out loud, as opposed to just in one's head, can help one out when one has a problem. I don't know how that works, but it's true. And studies have shown that, as well.
Me: Correct...As long as it doesn't cause actual, you know, mental issues-
I: Like when I - *lmao* - show up?
Me and Myself: Oh, God, here she is.
I: I - *lol* was just trying to give an example of what can happen when things get a little crazy and oneself starts talking to two of oneself...And for that matter, shouldn't it be called "talking to twoself?"...Or maybe threeself, in this instance. Hmmm...
Me: *blink*...Aaanyway...Um, yeah. It's ok as long as it doesn't show a break from reality, in which case it may be time to see a head doctor. It may also be time to talk to someone if you're talking to yourself so much that you start to avoid other people in favor of listening to yourself.
I: Or selves.
Myself: Riiight...and thanks to you, I, I think - or should that be Myself think...thinks? - that our readers now have a good idea of what insanity looks like. Thanks alot, I.
I: *hmph* I'm leaving, then. I - *lol*- know when I'm not wanted! *walks out in a huff*
Me: *cough* So, um, I...that is, Me...hopes that we haven't shown ourselves to be so kooky that you won't take our word for it.
Myself: Yep. It honestly can be a good thing...And fun, too.
Me: So, we hope we helped you out-
Myself: And entertained you.
Me: And that you can commence with talking to yourself without fear that you're totally losing it.
Myself: Unlike, Trina, here.
Me: You DO know that you're named Trina, too, right?
Myself:...