𝚂𝚎𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜
@discardedPasts
No matter how buried the memories always resurface
I apologize for my long absence of thought it was rude of me to disappear for so long. I am Rose, or a version I suppose you all already know the drill. Your deepest memories of pain and strife have all been buried have they not, I would like to correct that for you. Let me recall them for you ... You need not even state your name just submit the memory below and I will recall it for you. I wish you all the very best. https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSekfh6j2VgskOqseZDs9N0t5Tnb8gTKihiAPoOtJCD9yp3hmw/viewform?usp=dialog
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘: @croesuskingpin "back In My Day, We Had To Take Pain Like Real Men." It Was Hard To Listen To Him Talk, Not After What He Had Done, It Was Terrible, It Was Hard On Your Fins, Even The Pitch Made Your Spine Tremble And Quiver In Fear. "not Whatever You Have Going On, You Seem Scared All The Time, Is There A Reason, Ritchy?" Yes, Yes There Was– But You're Way Too Afraid To Say It Out Loud. "not Talkative Tonight, Are We?" Eskari Chuckles And Laughs, His Heavy Body Falling Over Yours, Putting Pressure On It. You Can't Even Bother To Complain Or Make A Sound Of Displeasure. You're Not A Wriggler Anymore, You Don't Need Him To Help You Fall Asleep. "hm, I See, I Understand If You're Mad At Me." But, To Be Honest, You Didn't Feel Any Particular Way About All This Anymore. Hopefully You Will Forget When You're Older. eskari Groans And Sits Up, Rolling Out Of Your Bed– Just So...casually, Like He Had Done Nothing. "good Light." #cw-implied-abuse oh My 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗 ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀
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Well Then
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘: @glaringactuality if Asked, Trycks — Filigree Hallowen, Esq., Actually, Unless You're Encountering Her In The Uniquely Casual Environment Of Social Media, Or Are One Of Its Small Prongful Of Friends — Is Entirely Willing To Admit That There Are Things He Doesn't Know. Star Is Not Particularly Fond Of The Fact, But Knowing Literally Everything Is A Blatantly Impossible Endeavor, And It Would Be A Little Silly To Bluff About. sev Would, However, Immediately Add A Caveat That She Does Know Everything That Particularly Matters. beyond The Obvious Bravado Of The Statement, Even In A Genuine Enough Mood To Read That Onto The Record With A "just About" Or "probably" Thrown In There Rather Than A Simply-stated Point Of Order Or Smug Disclaimer, There Is A Lingering Understanding That This Is (blatantly) Impossible. But Beneath That, At The Innermost Layer, Trycks (you May As Well Be One Of Its Friends) Thinks This Is More True Than Not. It Certainly Feels True. trycks Knows Just About Everything There Is To Know About Troll Magic: The Gathering, Everything That Matters About Practicing Legislaceration In Stars Jurisdiction, And Has All Sorts Of Interesting Trivia To Share About All Sorts Of Things… Alright, Maybe It Would Be More Efficient To List Things That Matter That Trycks Doesn't Know. 1. There Is A Space Station Orbiting The Surface Of The Harsh Alternian Sun. the Alternian Empire Has Been Conducting A Series Of Expirements On A Series Of Stars, But This Was The Most Important For A List Of Reasons That Someone Unimportant Had To Notarize. The Experiments Themselves Don't Actually Matter, But The Fallout Certainly Does. 2. There Is A Reactor Core On That Station. this Is Where Things Get Dicey. That Reactor Core Uses The Psionic Energy Of Dozens Of Helmsmen To Collect Power From The Sun's Core And Convert It Into Enriched Uranium, Which Is Then Used To Power The Station And Shipped To Imperial Outposts On The Homeplanet And Every Violet-class Vessel In The Quadrant. 3. Two Perigrees Ago, This Timeline Split Off From The Alpha Timeline. for Trycks - Who, Let The Record Reflect, Is Agnostic To The Concept Of Sgrub And Not Very Interested In It At All - This Has Had Very Minimal Impact On Sevens Life. But While Most Doomed Timelines Simply Collapse And Wither Over Time, This One Will Go Out With A Bang. 4. Two Perigrees Ago, The Firewall On The Station Systems Broke Down. this Was The Beginning Of A Chain Of Events That Will Lead To The Premature Death Of Every Star In This Universe, Starting With The One Orbited By Alternia. Even Now, Top Scientists In A Very Discreet Branch Of The Imperial Fleet's Bureau Of Astrophysics Are Trying To Analyze The Potential Consequences The Imminent First Pseudo-supernova Will Have On The Rest Of The Immediate Surrounding Galaxy. They're Trying To Find A Version Of Events Where The Supernovae Are Containable, Where Not Everything Will Be Destroyed. suicide Rates Among The Imperial Fleet's Bureau Of Astrophysics Have Begun To Spike, And Will Reach 87.5% In The Coming Sweep Before Stabilizing At A Solid 30% Up Until The Very End, When The Last Stragglers All Get Very Drunk Together On A Meteor Base With A Perfect View. per Protocol, The Mother Grub Has Already Been Discreetly Escorted Off Planet. Issuing The Order To Do So Simultaneously Felt Like Giving Up And Being Completely Naive. 5. Trycks, And Everyone Else On The Planet Of Alternia, Has Somewhere Between Six And Twelve Minutes Left To Live. some Will Boil In The Sopor Of Their Recuperacoons, And Most Of Those Will Awaken To Feel It. Some Are Deep Enough Underwater Or Underground To Survive The First Several Waves Of Overwhelming Nuclear Heat, But The Planet Itself Will Be Entirely Incinerated Very Shortly After. The Atmosphere Itself Will Catch Ablaze, First, A Fascinating Visual Spectacle For The Handful Of Individuals With A Good View From Far Enough Away That They'll Live Long Enough To See It. * that List Could Stretch On Much Longer - Trycks Would Certainly Prefer That If Such A List Be Defined At All It At Least Ends At Lucky Number Seven - But It's Dishonest To, In The Face Of The End Of All Things, Consider Anything Else At All To Matter. the Trolls Who Would Leak Any Real Information From The Particularly Discreet Branch Of The Bureau Of Astrophysics Are Cut Off At The Pass And Made An Example Of In Front Of Their Peers. civilian Astronomers, However, Have Also Noticed The Shift In Color Of The Sun And What Appears To Be Some Type Of Rapid Expansion. These Civilians — Hobbyists, Really — Have Tried To Warn Other Trolls Out Of The Kindness Of Their Pusher And In The Desperate Hope Someone Can Prove Them Wrong. Well, Trycks Knows Better Than To Look At The Sun, Has Never Bothered To Invest In The Sort Of Equipment That Would Be Required To Do It Safely, And Trusts The Alternian Empire To At Least Vaguely Have Its People's Best Interests At Heart. And The Empire Has Been Summarily Executing The Trolls Publicly Spreading Those Rumors, And Their Respective Online Presences Are All Completely Scrubbed Within Minutes. So It Must Be Nothing. star Is Trying Not To Worry About It. After All, Really, If The Sun Was Going To Do Something Weird, Surely She Would Know. surely. trycks Is Walking Home From Work. It Took The Train In Tonight Instead Of Driving, Figuring That The Weather Was Pleasant Enough To Warrant It. (the Night Is Unseasonably Bright, Even This Close To Dusk). there Are A Handful Of Other People On The Sidewalk, And Most Seem Nervous In A Way That Trycks Quietly Looks Down On Them For. She Enjoys A Smug Sense Of Comparative Dignity By Straightening Sevens Back And Hardening Its Face. then The Sky Washes Impossibly, Blindingly Blue, And There's No More Room For Denial. Or Dignity. Or A Brave Face At The End. Only A Belated, Distant-seeming Realization With No Time To Process It. everyone Dies Alone, Metaphorically. Trycks Is About To Do So Literally: Staring Up At The Sky In Numbness That Gives Way To Abject Horror, Accompanied By Nothing But The Screams Of The Other Nearby Trolls Trying To Flee From The World Around Them. It Stands Stone-still In The Cacophany As The Surrounding Trolls Attempt To Get Indoors, Underground, Anywhere At All. there Isn't Time To Get To His Hive, Or To Anyone Else's. Trycks, So Rarely Struck Dumb, And Perhaps Never Before This Ever Struck Speechless, Does Not Have The Wherewithal Of Mind To Open His Palmhusk And Say Goodbye. To Decide Between Texting As Many Loved Ones As Possible Or Focusing Everything On Calling Just One. To Do Anything But Stare Through Tears. trycks Looks Up At The Sky. trycks Looks Up At The Sky. trycks Looks Up At The Sky. it Still Doesn't Feel Real. Then She Experiences Warmth. Unpleasant, Unnatural After A Beautiful Night Of Cool Breezes. Then Painful. Then Very Painful. trycks Looks Up At The Sky. then Those Tears Boil And His Gazebulbs Pop, Burning The Sockets With Melted Viscera. Things End Pretty Quickly After That. suicide-mention, Gore-mention oh My. 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗 ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀
Let Us Recap ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀
Remember What I Have ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀
I'm A Lover Not A Fighter Though I Do Battle With Words On Occasion
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘: @nightterrorpsychologist it Feels Like Second Nature By The Time You Reach 14. you Wake Up Feeling Awful, You Didn't Even Get A Full 5 Hours In So You Go To Make A Cup Of Coffee, There's A Reason You Keep The Coffee Maker In Your Room Now. it's Practically Routine. you Don't Remember Who You Were Talking To But You've Been More Irritable Lately, The Blood On Your Arms Is The Only Blanket Of Comfort You Have. it's Practically Routine. you Go Out For A Walk, Once Again A Small Part Of Your Brain Hoping To Die. It Would Be So Easy To Jump Into The Falls. You Don't, But You Wonder How Your Mother Would React, If She Would Even Notice. ga: Rose Please Back Away From The Falls tt: Sorry Kanaya, There's Nothing To Worry About I Just Got Lost In Thought Again. why Does She Worry... it's Becoming Routine. you Follow Strange Noises, Investigate Anything Off. Something Does Lunge At You And Your Forget Your Goal And Instead Hit It With A Book. Great Going Rosalina. another Failure. It's Time To Go Home. it's Routine. you're On Your 8th Caffeinated Beverage Of The Day And Talking To Your Friends. You Don't Talk About What You Did Today, They All Know, All Of This Is Normal, It's Routine By Now, Day After Day, Wanting So Badly To Escape This Cycle. it's Routine, It's All A Fucking Routine. why Does It Feel Like A Decade Later Time Is Repeating Itself? #cw-self-harm #suicidal-ideation #gore tick Tock 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗 ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀
I suppose at this point I'm just proving that time is a flat circle.
Indeed It Is
That's not how this works, I would actually need a new therapist who isn't currently missing.
They're a missing persons case, after going on vacation they just vanished.
You're All Open Books
Don't Forget, I'm With You In The Dark
:33 < *ac pours mew a cup of chameowmeow tea* :33 < thanks fur being here with me :33
c'mmmmon that's mmmmy personal private timmmme
plEAsE dOnt
Why Not?
I cAnnOt lEt thEm sEE plEAsE thE dArk Is cOmfOrtIng yOU cAn bE yOUrsElf whErE nO OnE mAy nOtIcE
Everyone's True Colors Show Eventually
cAn thAt nOt bE In fIvE thOUsAnd swEEps whEn I Am A ghOst? plEAsE... Im thE hAppIEst I hAvE EvEr bEEn
W̵̫̩͕͍̪̯̐̆̽̍̕ã̷̩͕̣͇̫̼ņ̴̛͒͂̆t̴̟͍͗̌̔̇͠ ̸͕̝̄̃͌͋͂t̸͉̗͕̖͗͊̒o̶̘̗͐̒̄̈̕ ̷̢̛͎͔͕̎̀̄̕͝ͅḥ̷̦͙̓̊u̴̘̩̣̞͌̀̇̉̆̚͝r̶̻͊̕͝ṯ̵͆̃͗͆̑͠͠ ̴̥͇̅̐̎̏̅w̴̢̧̞̟̄͜a̸̰̖͑͘n̶͍͊͐̆͌t̸̡̙̼̓̽̀́̐͝͝ ̵̱̽̂̋̎̚t̸̳̍̾̌̎̚͝ỏ̷̜͈̙̘̓͛̋̚͘ ̶̣̜̐̇h̵̺͗̋̆ṳ̶̪̣̳̘̦̒̏ͅŗ̴̲̙̓̑̄͛̕t̴͎͍̗̓̀̿ ̸̛̠͂̅͆̆͆̐N̵͎͈͗̅̚E̵̠̓̏Ė̵̼͔̺̫̥͌͘͝D̴̟̞̀ͅ ̴̞͙͇͓̙̊͗̈͘͜͠T̷̢͚̦̜͕́ͅO̵̞̠̠͋̇̓̇̓̏̚ ̵͖̓͌̋H̸͚̟̉̄͘̚U̷̝̅̓̈́̓R̷̢͎̮̜͍͔̈́͗͒T̴̳̗͈̗̻̎̎.̸̨̰̫̦̞̻̤̔̑͌̆̔
Somewhat Near 10k Kull... I Have Something Planned For That Actually.
I was just thinkin about you yesterday, oddly enough. Good to see you back
I'm Never Truly Forgotten.
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘: Ƙ₳ηҝᴚเ.....? you Keep Thinking About Your Past. You Keep Thinking About Who You Were Raised By Under The Culling Program. The Memories You Repressed. The Memories You Didn't Want To Remember. The Things You Just Pushed Away To Forget. You Only Wanted To Remember The Good. Even If That Meant Having Large Memory Gaps. and Yet. The Pain Stayed. Deeply Hidden In Your Mind. Only To Be Uncovered By Subtle Reminders And An Old Photo. you Couldn't Handle The Memory. You Wanted A Way To Cope. You Ended Up Relapsing. You Would Always Cut Yourself As A Kid To Get Away From The Abuse. You Didn't Want To Think About Him... after All... ŧħɇ Ᵽⱥɨn Ɨs 6ɇŧŧɇɍ Ŧħⱥn Fⱥȼɨnǥ Ɍɇⱥłɨŧɏ. 6ɇŧŧɇɍ Ŧħⱥn Ŧħɨnꝁɨnǥ Ⱥ69ᵾŧ Ħɨm. Ⱥłł Ɨ Ħⱥvɇ Ŧ9 Đ9 Ɨs Ꝁɇɇᵽ Ȼᵾŧŧɨnǥ. Ɍɨǥħŧ? Ŧħɇn Ɨ Wɨłł Ɇvɇnŧᵾⱥłłɏ F9ɍǥɇŧ Ⱥnđ Ǥ9 6ⱥȼꝁ Ŧ9 Ⱥ Łɨfɇ 9f 6łɨss. s9mɇ9nɇ Ᵽłɇⱥsɇ Sⱥvɇ Mɇ... #cw-self-harm #cw-abuse #cw-cull-abuse #cw-child-abuse why Would Anyone Help You? 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗 ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘: @crestfallenawareness [knight's Log (002)] you Two Were The Only Ones Online That Twilight, So You Figured You'd Get Them In First. your Friends Slowly Started Waking Up During The Entry, You Distinctly Remember The Groupchat Arguing Over Something As You Went To Go Build Them Up A Staircase To The Roof Of Their Hivestem To Place The Machines Up There. they Figured It Out Shockingly Fast, Managing To Enter In Around About A Minute. as They Figured Out Stuff On Their End, Now It Was Your Turn. during The Entry Process, Aka Clearing Out One Of Your Laboratories To Hold The Entry Machines, You Accidentally Push A Box You Forgot The Contents Of Out The Window. You Distinctly Remember Your Kernelsprite Rushing Out The Window After The Box. you Wouldn't Put The Pieces Together Until Half An Hour Later, Upon Which Then You Had Already Entered The Medium, Once Your Sprite Came Back Into The Hive, Now Wielding The Visage Of Your Lusus. you Had Barely Any Time To Grieve. You Had To Get A Move On With It. #cw-death don't Stop Moving 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗 ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀
How Do You All Feel Today?
Worrse now. Been a bit, ain't it?
It Has Been A While Hasn't It.
...Mnh. Hope yerr doin' arrrright.
Quite Fine.
Spose that's good t' hearr. Makes one of us.
No different from most days this past week, which isn't exactly a good thing.
Your Suffering Is Inevitable, It Is Our Birthright You Know.
good!
I am well aware.
Indeed You Are.
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘: @croesuskingpin sometimes You'd Stare Out The Window And Think About All The Other Trolls Out There. "are Any Of Them Going Through What I'm Going Through?" You Used To Think. "gee, I Hope They're Doing Okay.." Then You'd Stop To Think A Little More About What Life Would Be Like In The Future For You, Maybe You'll Get To Bond With Trolls Who Have Been Through The Same, Who Would Understand Your Struggles And Your Sadness. but You Still Stare, And Look Past The Current Of Water Through The Glass, All The Big, Big Hives And Aquatic Beasts And Then Remember This Is Probably Far From Over. #cw-implied-abuse it Hurts Does It Not? 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗 ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀
[WOW YOURE BA#K OKAY WHATEVER]
Indeed I Am.
[BEGIN MESSAGE] 0h. ... we1c0me back. i am z0rry ritchy. [END MESSAGE]
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘: @arseniccatturbate :33 < One Time I Ate A Thing I Dunno What It Was But It Was On The Ground In Equihisses Workshop :33 < My Brain Said "floor Snacks Owo" And I Ate It :33 < Then Equihiss Made Me Eat A Bunch Of Charcoal And Then Throw Up When That Didn't Work. :33 < It Was Fun!! #stupidfuckingcat how... Intriguing 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗 ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘: @nightterrorpsychologist you're Alone, The Storm Continues To Rage Above, "אלוהים יעזור לי." You Mutter. why Did You Go Out Again? why Do You Keep Praying For Help? you Don't Want Help. there's Something In These Woods, And It's Violent. you Know If You Run Into It You'll Be Ripped To Shreds. what A Painful End, Your Flesh Hanging Loose, Your Organs Falling Out. What A Horrible Desire For An 11 Year Old Girl To Hold. you Don't Know When The Desire Arose, But It Haunted You, Picking At The Back Of Your Mind. "it'll Go Away, I'll Feel Better Soon." You Would Tell Yourself. the Thoughts Never Left. nothin Happened Outside That Day, You Returned To Your Room Feeling...disappointed, What An Awful Way To Feel, Why Would You Feel That Way. you Sat At Your Desk, You Guess If You're Not Dead You Should Work On Your School Work, Only There's A New Person Trying To Pester You On Pesterchum, No Scratch That They're Trolling You, It Must Be Another Troll, They Did Claim Their Group Was Decently Big. grimauxiliatrix. talking To Her Didn't Fix You, God No...but You Felt A Bit Better, A Bit Less Disappointed Your Plan Failed. ...you Think You Like Her. #cw-self-harm #cw-suicidal-ideation #violence #gore a Fresh Start 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗 ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀
I feel as though this won't be the last memory of this sort I'll be reminded of.
It Won't Be.
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘: @crestfallenawareness [knight's Log (001)] it Was A Day Like Any Other. you Distinctly Remember Having A Grocery Order Delivered That Day. Why That Detail Sticks Out To You, You Never Figured Out. but With That Order, Came A Disk. A Disk You Remember Pre-ordering A Month Prior. the Hit Game Sgrub. if Only Siluri Back Then Knew What He Was Getting Into. the Beginning 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗 ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘: @bummelboogie death is all there is #death back At It Again Are We? 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗 ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀
ugh. should have seen that one (oming. 7eah, sorr7
I Suppose Neither Of Us Is Surprised, Still Nice To See You Again.
good to see 7ou too! glad to see 7ou ba(k here even if it repeats m7 trauma on a weekl7 basis or whatever
It's A Living, Happens To Everyone After All I Don't Discriminate If That Helps.
is it a living? do 7ou get paid for this?
I Do Not, But Purpose Is A Living Enough.
Apologies For The Lengthy Absence I Have Been Busy Working On Some Personal Projects. Shall We Resume Where We Left Off? ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘: @karmadagger knife On Skin That Wasnt My Own For The Very First Time. Fighting For Scrap's, Getting My Eye Pulled Out By Some Insane Guy. I Guess I Just Looked At Him Wrong Or Something. But Ill Always Vividly Remember Having To Clog The Wound With Shitty Depth Perception By Grabbing Used Fast Food Napkin's Out Of Trash Bin's. Idk. Very Vivid And It Still Haunt's Me Now Even Though Im Fine #gore #violence ruthless 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗 https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1faipqlsekfh6j2vgskoqsezds9n0t5tnb8gtkihiapootjcd9yp3hmw/viewform?usp=header
AH, YOU NEVER CEASE TO BE AN AMUSING SPECTACLE.
Glad To Be Back.