Lore De Spell

Age: 20ish
Species: Duck with fun colors!
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Now we don't have time to unpack all of that
Occupation: -al Hazard

In the sorta distant future --

Year Five thousand fifty-three.

There was a dude name Lore,

Not too different than you or me.


He worked at an assembly line,

Enchanting objects to serve his time;

He did his job well with a cheerful face,

But his bosses didn't like him
So they sent him to a different time and place.


We'll send him to the past,

The worst time we can find.

Lore says when you got lemons,
You make a lem-grenade.


Now keep in mind Lore can't control

When he will go back to his time

He'll try to keep his sanity

With the help of his summon friends


Summon Roll Call:

Advocate (Supernatural lawyer!)

Attention Horror (Um…)

Jezehell (Power of gun?)

Crippling Depression! (Ha!)


If you're wondering how he affords to eat

And other economic facts,

Just look out your window

He's probably going through your trash

Maybe you should help him change the future





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