Apologies if my theofasicist kleptocracy ptsd humor doesn't translate well here on Mastodon. It's sometimes hard to accept you're safe and can just breath.

**L3x** @EthanHolmes · Oct 15, 2017, 05:14

**L3x** @EthanHolmes · Oct 15, 2017, 05:14

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**L3x** · Oct 15, 2017, 05:02

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**Firegem** @firegem · Oct 15, 2017, 05:02

For my first post here, I think the most fitting thing to put would be my first pixel art piece, since I have no idea what else to say.
#introductions
https://mastodon.social/media/CDVIDXUp4bxg_UxVv3w

**L3x** · Oct 15, 2017, 04:14

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**Joyeuse Noëlle!** @noelle · Oct 15, 2017, 04:14

"The crumbs of doughnut on the top of your bag could only have come there in Springfield … and stenciled upon the very end of your walking stick, in fairly plain lettering, is the name Conan Doyle.”

**L3x** · Oct 15, 2017, 04:13

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**Joyeuse Noëlle!** @noelle · Oct 15, 2017, 04:13

"Your hair has the Quakerish cut of a Philadelphia barber, and your hat, battered at the brim in front, shows where you have tightly grasped it, in the struggle to stand your ground at a Chicago literary luncheon. Your right overshoe has a large block of Buffalo mud just under the instep, the odor of a Utica cigar hangs about your clothing, and the overcoat itself shows the slovenly brushing of the porters of the through sleepers from Albany.

**L3x** · Oct 15, 2017, 04:13

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**Joyeuse Noëlle!** @noelle · Oct 15, 2017, 04:13

A story related to me:

During Arthur Conan Doyle’s first tour of the United States, in 1894, he encountered a cabbie in Boston who declined his fare and asked instead for a ticket to that evening’s lecture. Surprised, Doyle asked how he had recognized him. The cabbie replied:

“If you will excuse other personal remarks, your coat lapels are badly twisted downward, where they have been grasped by the pertinacious New York reporters. ...