
Dash Certified
Loyal, reckless, and friendship-powered. Beloved in more ways than one.
TO ALL WEIRD GIRLS: I am so fucking sorry. I'm shoving myself into lockers for y'all. I am exploding into hammers that rain down upon my titanium frame. Dents everywhere. Liquid cooling everywhere. Nuts and bolts, thrown about. A mysterious coil. No one knows where it came from. There is a puddle of motor oil, but it's entirely unrelated.
Kult: +37
Kull: +25
Total: 62
Ratio: 1.48

