E%patriate Darkleer
@carnifexTerminator
Former executor.
D — I am seeing. Far too many familiar names and faces on here this evening. I'll make my return at a later time. —>
D — The response to that previous te%t was strangely mi%ed. I am unsure as to why that warranted a pity react. Or a hate for that matter. —>
D — The discussion of pailing season worries me none. They'll never find me. #nsfw —>
D — Today, as I so often do, I find myself contemplating the nature of The Thing that the Marquise has entrusted me to keep in my care. I asked only one time what it is, and when her response was uncharacteristically curt, I pressed no further. Whatever it is, whatever it does, she is strangely tightlipped about it, and that worries me. —> D — The Thing puts me at unease. I hesitate to even touch it for fear of blemishing its spotless white features, though frustratingly, despite the many hours I have spent 100king at it, I can still glean no purpose from. —> D — One c001d say I am pondering my orb. —>
D — I had begun crafting a true #smashorpass list, but with the knowledge that Her Condescension can view my posts at any moment, I think it w001d be best if this one stayed in my private logs. —>
D — I saw posts earlier of smashing or passing and w001d like to join in on the trend if I am not t00 1ate. —> D — I like to smash boulders with my fists to blow off steam after a partic001arly ta%ing day. I enjoy watching locomotives pass by, because I find the sound of their chugging very therapeutic. —> D — #smashorpass #amIdoingthisright —>
D — Though I'm here now, I have yet to understand the purpose of this website. It seems that all people do is catalogue whatever pointless thought comes to their thinkpan. Is that not what personal journals are for? —>
D — Yes, Marquise, I can see you hating my te%ts. Thank you for the warm welcome. I don't know where I w001d be without you. —>
D — I knew I'd receive a notification from her sooner or later, but that was fast. Some people cannot help but seek attention. —>
D — After weeks of her constant badgering, the nattering e%-gamblignant who has managed to infiltrate her way into my life like chatty vermin has convinced me to create an account on this website. She says I need to do something better with my life than rot away in my own misery. Normally I w001d tell her to mind her own business, but I suppose, for once, she's right. Not that I care to admit this to her. Goodness knows her ego is big enough as it is. —>




