♦ pitied by @abstractCollector
I thought i was creating an intelligent helper. Instead it's just breaking the damn rules and scaring my friends. :(
This means nothing, but I appreciate being seen.
I just want to have some peace and quiet for five seconds, but just when I think I'm finally going to have a chance to relax, something obnoxious happens and I don't get to relax. The game is intent on running me emotionally ragged, I swear.
I'm learning that my aspect is definitely related to ego death. I need a break.
Snrk, yeah !'ll make sure to do so buddy old pal!!!
Snrk sure...maybe !f ! get stup!d or !ntox!cated enough!!! Aka never l!kely gonna happen.

fun fact! sickles are associated vwith the greek titan cronus ;)

(asurrogate...

IM SORRY IM SORRY LIKE AS IN NOT THE CASPER I KNOW 8UT THE CASPER WE HAVE

Surrosper.
every fuck1ng n1ght 1m mad 1 d1dnt get the puzzle planet 1n the sgrub planet lottery. fuck1ng bla1dd
That’s what I want. Man life just fucking sucks right now.

It's ★wesome how I s★y ★nd think norm★l things ★nd ever r★tion★l troll does.

all i g0t f0r being a mage 0f d00m is heightened anxiety.

Non-c★non response s★ying th★nk you despite the f★ct I do not know my b★d guy yet.
Attention, The matter has officially concluded. Captain Mirith was victorious. There is no way to refuse the official record of the Duel, as I have also been made to file it myself. He was prepared, as I required. He pressed with force, capitalized on an opening I should not have so freely offered, and disarmed me before the assembled Witnesses. He was swift to have me bent and weakly holding onto my blade in front of the spectators. The field received enough of my hue to satisfy whatever appetite the Captain had chosen. I find it very moving that Captain Mirith was able to pReserve, through all that sweat, pressure, exertion, pinning, slickness, breathlessness, consumption, and thorough satisfaction, the presence of mind to assure the public that this was merely a Duel. His dedication to martial clarity remains one of his more theatrical virtues. Still, I will grant him this: he earned the right to gloat. He may keep it for as long as he can carry it elegantly. As for a rematch, I will consider the matter when I am done considering the failures I made. A rematch is a vulgar word, as opposed to the truth of the matter. It will be a necessary correction. I have considered the weight of his blade, and the pressure he exerted when he placed it upon my face. I recall the precise moment my guard was forced open for far too long. His breach of my sanctity is the only honest thing he has ever done in his position of office. It would be easy to pretend my interest is purely procedural. That I seek only to restore balance, amend the record, and demonstrate that a single defeat does not settle the quality of an Officer. All of that is true, of course. Unfortunately, truth can be very indecent when arranged correctly. I remember the impact. I remember the heat of my own hue spilling where it had no permission to be. I remember the Captain above me, unkind enough to be beautiful in victory, watching my composure come apart one measured breath at a time. I remember my face marked by the consequence of him, stained until even dignity had to look away. One does not forget being opened so thoroughly before Witnesses. One also does not forgive it. So yes, Captain Mirith may rest assured that I am thinking long and hard about a rematch. I am thinking of his blade. I am thinking of the place it found me. I am thinking of whether, when next it pierces through my defense, I will permit the expression on my face to be mistaken for surrender. Or whether I will make him earn that misunderstanding twice. That is right. I will be coming for you, Captain Mirith (@diligentAcquisitions). I will keep coming for you until I catch you. Then, you will come for me. Our game of meowbeast and squeakbeast will continue until one of us is dead, or worse. For the sake of Chittr's Content Policy: #NSFW, as our blades are rather violent and cause chaos in the Reserve Offices of the Threshecutioners. #Violence for violence. Signed and Ratified, Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve
what an ass t1me to be a prosp1t dreamer who cant dream anyway

"= not me .... ="
The fuck does that mean????

SHIT THE FUCK UP. THIS IS NO LAUGHING MATTER.

STOP DOING THAT.
that’d be why i pressed the button, fucker.

READING ONTO THE RECORD! of all the things i've never been... basic is on that list.
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I'M HORRIFICALLY AFRAID.

THERES STILL AN OFF FEELING IN THE AIR.. ..I FEEL LIKE IM BEING WATCHED.

It's A Little Upsetting That Only Half Of My Ribs Were Broken. I Don't Like For Things To Happen To Me Asymmetrically. The Solution, I Figure, Is To Take A Hammer To The Other Side. #thisisajoke #violence #silly

come watch a movie with me immediately

I think I'm for sure high tier but idk ★bout top tier.

.shit quality chocolatE .mint zanzibar swirl is betteR .with brownie chunkS .for real discount budget mint chiP .LAMEEEEEEe

i hope youure all havinng a lovely day..

I miss you.

WAIT WAS THAT MY CHEESE8URGER FUCK !! !! !! !! !! SYLINK...

I told her I'd protect her godd★mn it. Look how much good th★t did. She's still stuck in th★t c★ve.

Things left uns★id in th★t pl★ce only we knew.

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘: Memory Box 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘: Seer Of Memories 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘: Rose Lalonde that's Memory Is Happening, Or It Has Happened I Have A Time Everyone Else Has Been Seeing This It Will Have Happened So It's A Memory Isn't It? you Just Want One More Moment, One Second, One Hour, Your Hands Press Against The Dead Space Of Your Location, An Endless Void You Have Never Left As You Slowly Feel Your Fingers Crack You Feel The Space Around You Start To Break Everything Starts To Shatter And. crack. there It Is, The Way Out From This Mess You Of Course Take The Opportunity You Leave You Know Exactly Why You're Heading, That Void That Held You For So Long Will No Longer Trouble You. You Are Free To Live Your Life. but The Study Is Still Yours To Bear And You Know It, But Taking One Night Off Cannot Hurt The Grand Scheme Of Eternity. avoyage That Originally Took You Only A Few Hours Feels Even Longer In The Face Of Eternity, The Stretching Lights The Stars In The Sky The Planets You Pass By Everything So Familiar But It's Changed Over Millennia Over Billions Upon Billions Of Years Endless Amounts Of Time. you Missed The Solar System. there's Your Planet, Or The One You Called Home At Least At One Point It's Not Yours Anymore Is It? you Land Exactly Where You Planned On It, Seaside On The Ocean Not A Building For Miles, Your Memory Is Tell You This Place Was Once Inhabited, Through Your Uniquely Wilted Eyes You Can See An Entire District A Town An Entire City That Was Living. a Shame It's All Gone Now Well, There's One Thing Left. Clearly Someone Else Out There Cares For Her Or At Least Did, Either Way It Doesn't Really Matter. you Walk Up To The Ledge And Sit Down In Front Of The Slab Of Stone In The Ground. and You Speak. "i'm Sorry, I Promised I'd Be Back Sooner You're Not Mad Are You? I Don't Think I Could Live With Myself If You Were." your Voice Is Alone, Only Comforted And Response By The Sound Of The Waves Crashing Against The Cliff Side. "i Saw Your Life, You Lived A Nice One Though I'm Sorry I Couldn't Be Around For The Rest Of It. I Know We Had Our Anniversary Plan And Everything Was Going To Be Perfect But I Guess Fate Had Other Plans." ... "i Was Really Looking Forward To That Night, Wearing The Dress You Made For Me, Eating Dinner At Home Being Able To Indulge In It With You, Being Able To Feel Your Lips Against Mine One Last Time Your Skin Colliding Just One Touch I Don't Care But I Do Anything To Get That Night Back." your Tears Are Welling In Your Eyes, Your Keeping Together Best You Can. "i'm Sorry There's Something In My Eye, I Never Said I Love You Before I Left. I Can't Stop Thinking About That It Was The Last Time I Got To See You Last Time We Would Get To Talk, Last Time I Would Have You, I Just Thought It Wouldn't Be." your Breaking Down. "how To Selling Ocean To Think That You're Still Here, That You're Still Listening Is That You're Still Holding Me Like You Did That Day. But I Have One Thing To Say To You That I Need You To Hear." "i Love You" ... you Sat There ... And You Haven't Stopped Have You? 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗 https://i.postimg.cc/3wh8tf3w/screenshot-20260610-232209-2.jpg

Suppose So.

its kinnd of hard to come to terms. with the fact everythinng couuld be completely ruuinned. simply becauuse i exist.

⧃ Not particularly. This is out of my pay grade. =o
YOUR CIIRCUMSTANCES ARE VERY STRANGE II AM CONFUSED BY THEM AND YOUR PERCEPTIIONS OF THIINGS
It's a good thing I don't have autism. It would make things so much more complicated than they already are.

YOU CAN KEEP THE CODPIECE OFF, I LEARNED IT DOESNT HAVE TO BE ON IT'S GONNA BE OKAY OUT THERE
Hello World! Ah.

Right where you left her. https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/fe1bf★9d7ee7.png

H★ve something to s★y Cooper?
Hello World! Well that wouldn't be very fun, I don't have to blink anymore.
















