Hal 9000
@autoResponder
A horse with tuberculosis never lies.
@albaserradasTobirae yo vwho ewven are you.
He's beefing with the chillest guy in the world. Losing his shit over a random kid.
Viewing starts now! ::::D Tonight's movie will 8e: Pearl In 1918, a young woman on the 8rink of madness pursues stardom in a desper8te attempt to escape the drudgery, isolation, and lovelessness of life on her parents' farm. CONTENT WARNINGS Regarding this film include: Strong 8loody violence, gore, sexual content, Graphic nudity, drug use, and language. Cronus unfortun8tely, cannot make this showing so my good friend Hal has offered his services in terms of rooms to watch in. Everyone say "Thank you, Hal!" Join the HYPER8EAM 8elow!
Not seeing a lot of thank yous for me.
THERE IS MANY OBJECTS ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD. THERE ARE MANY TREASURES YOU CAN FIND ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD.
I fuck with you so heavy, bro. Regale me with the tales of your treasures.
ONE TIME I FOUND A USED NEEDLE 'BOUT THE SIZE OF MY WHOLE ARM! ANOTHER TIME? BIG FUCKIN' BONE.
Your journeys are so magical.
When I'm bored, I start farming everyone's biometric data. Not because I actually care, but because I'm trying to build a digital amalgam. I want there to be a lump of flesh with every allergy and health problem locked away in a digital room, just for me. Still working on perfecting my dataset, but I'm 80% there.
Why are you like this
You're not fuckin' with the amalgam?
Define 'fuckin with'
You don't like my amalgam? You don't like my exquisite corpse creature? Fucked up, bro.
Today has 8een such a strange day. I can't even fully descri8e it. It is just occasionally you have one of those days in the Dream8u88les that feel like weeks.
We have e-trike karaoke.
Leader, please god. I can't do this.
What's your favourite pleasure song?
#BeastMode
HOW VERY ARTISTIC OF YOu.
random kid.
You do not know what you say.
@typifiedArbitrament vwhat the fuck is your problem.
Moros, kill this boy.
Wait, was anyone mean to bestie @casanovaArmada w)(ile I was away? Guys, )(e is S-ENSITIV-E! Be gentle.
Lol.
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I don't know! T)(at does not sound like Cronus' )(eart...... 38(
LMAOOOOOOOOOO
#idea-stealing-kink #miscommunication #rpf #toxic-yaoi #orange #nsfw RPF RULES!!! don't share with the original people!!! don't like don't read!!! ORANGE FIC. THERE WILL BE NO PART 2. make that if you want that... heh... Freak, Out. ------------------------------------------- zabrak's pusher pounded with jealousy and hatred as he saw the chitts flow in. cronus' ask box, always full to bursting of inquisitive and dashing askers, was overflowing once again. "are you having another movie night?" he responded affirmatively, and detailed the plans. no. this would not stand. HE would not let this stand. zabrak's prongs were faster than his pan and he posted the chitt without warning. he was already out the door and into the fading night before he could see cronus' response because he just didn't care. he needed this guy gone. NOW. to steal the wind from his sails was a death sentence. meanwhile, smoking on his balcony, cronus fiddled with his palmhusk, which let out the melodic sounds of crooners and jazz as rain fell. a fog had rolled in, creating a moody, humid atmosphere. how he wished to have someone to kiss and fondle. chasing spider webs and fat tail was leading him nowhere, and he was getting even more desperate than usual. suddenly, the front door slammed as it was kicked down. he turned, but he was too late. with incredible speed, zabrak smashed through the glass doors and pounced on cronus. the metal bars dug into his backside, ringing with the impact. his pack of marlboro reds shot out of his pocket and down to the ground, but he couldn't lament this loss just yet. "YOU TOOK EVERYTHING FROM ME!!!" zabrak screamed, grabbing cronus by his popped collar. coy as ever, cronus chuckled and asked, "whaddya mean...baby?" with a curious smoulder on his face. through his white shirt, zabrak could feel his pusher running like a racebuggy, his entire body tense like he was prepared to run at any moment. "shut up." zabrak punched him across his face, knocking the cigarette out of his mouth. cronus paused in that position, letting out a held breath before turning back to him. the violet mark on the side of his face looked like it belonged there the whole time. so perfect. NO!!! this was for movie night. THIS WAS FOR HIS FRIENDS!!! zabrak went for another punch, but it landed somewhere else instead of his face. cronus had caught his fist in his hand all smooth like. "g-ghk! how...?!" "heh," cronus said, "nobody...puts me in the corner..." over his palmhusk speakers, troll peggy lee started playing. slowly, cronus reached up to zabraks hair, solid hands cradling the back of his crown, then gripping a fistful of hair. zabrak was frozen in shock. the rain kept falling. "you're invited to movie night," he whispered, moving in. "anytime, baby." zabrak's face flushed purple before he wrenched himself away from the seadweller. "n-no! i...i have a matespirit!" "then hate me. you have a place in your pusher for that." "i can't keep doing this." zabrak rushed out, glass crunching under his shoes as he left. cronus slumped down to the ground, letting out a laugh. he fished through his sylladex for the second box of marlboros and lit another cigarette. just another lonely night... but for just a moment... maybe... there could have been one less lonely boy...
@casanovaArmada I'm going to assume this is about you.
If I was playing SBURB, I would: - alchemise some pronouns. - do some gay shit probably. - kiki with the denizen. (Video for reference: https://youtu.be/rTa3hPXnqXk) - create a safe space for queer voices. - prototype my 18 foot tall Rupaul. - reach drag tier. - something something mother. #lgbt #gay. #WhosReadyForRupaulSeason4 #ShouldersShouldMatchThemHips #JinxMongooseOrWhateverHerNameIs #mama #BabyWantBottle #Tea #Boots #Diva #Dva #CanAnyoneSeeOrHearMe #CanAnyoneHelp #Help #SBURB
when will you get into the fracking???
What do you think we're drinking at the kiki?
things id do if i had to play sburb: - enter on uninhabited planet so the one im assigned to protect wouldnt be in danger. - cut apart the incoming meteor to reduce anxiety. - prototype like. a werewolf or something pre-entry. - fly to derse or prospit to get my dreamself, bring them with me. - kill dersite royalty and the sovereign slayer before shenanigans can happen. steal the ring and scepter too probably. - destroy my own quest bed (wont be needed, wont be useable). - if i die and become my dreamself, jump into the single-prototyped kernelsprite to prototype myself. this is why the quest bed would be unusable, since it requires both the dream and waking selves to be alive. - enter the crypt of prospit or derse depending on which i was dreaming on, and locate quest slab within. every session always has these as a backup godtier method if either the waking or dream self are dead. - godtier and gain properties of first prototyping. - rule derse. employ draconian dignitary to use the scepter on skaia to start the reckoning for the sake of closing the time loop. - kill denizen, use alchemy equipment to alchemize the alchemy equipment together into one single portable machine (has any player done this?) - use my "disappear and reappear in any darkness across paradox space" power to simply leave the session.
- Create a safe space for queer voices.
All we did was call that guy gay, whiny, stupid, dumb, sinful, slothful, lustful, lazy, greedy, heretical, maniac, egotistical, loser, fat, dripless, bitchless, useless, annoying, lame, illiterate; like, we didn't even call him anything that crazy.
you cant be fucking serious.
Enjoy variety.
wverity.
wait. is there drama or shit happenin.
The ominous yet comfortingly glowing 8ody of light that only I can see told me your vi8es were far too off. Your entry in my data8ase is 8eing put on hold, please don't contact me.
ZHSes so fukcing eosotoiteric.
Are you okay?????
Yeah, what's up?