♦ pitied by @extantLichen
(̥ ̥এ́⍜এ̥̀)̥̥ he’s hive right n◕w˚
yewve denied him 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 the right to come home 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧
[BEGIN MESSAGE] it iz zimi|ar with pe0p|e. ann0ying|y tthere iz n0t a guide tt0 tta|king tt0 z0me0ne. [END MESSAGE]
༻𐫱༺ I don't believe sso🌻 T𝒽oug𝒽 I ssupposse t𝒽ey'll make a ssymbol of anyt𝒽ing🌻 ༻𐫱༺
(̥ ̥এ́⍜এ̥̀)̥̥ playing a game! u catch bugs and than u put em in an encl◕sure and than catch m◕re bugs :-)
i mEAn lIkE. dOEs it hAaaavE to be the rAdiatiOn zOnE.
i hope to be apart of something way bigger one light
=oXO i felt like if i didn,t say it i was going to forget i,m allowed to speak¡¡¡ awawa''' thank you''' it,s been really nice to come back and everyone is so supportive and nice''' i feel a bit more at ease now =oXO
=oXO ''' that,s true they,re eusocial but trolls aren,t''' i guess we are social though¡ in a regular sense''' =oXO
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
are you going to save him -posted from My Nukia N-Gage CullD
[BEGIN MESSAGE] i... [ACTION:QUERY] what d0 y0u mean? h0w d0 y0u kn0w? tthe... zhe iz ztatic in my mem0riez. even tthe 0ne where i cruzhed her. where zhe zcreamed in pain and zaid it waz n0t my fau1t. where zhe begged f0r it tt0 be 0ver fazt az her b0nez cracked and zp1intered. i tthink zhe w0u1d be g0ne after tthat. #vi01ence #death #g0re [END MESSAGE]
BELIEVE ME. OF THE MISERABLE SHITHEADS ON THIS SITE WHO HAVE A FUCKING *INKLING* OF THIS CONCEPT. I KNOW.
~I'm free-r~Oaming but the ~Only way O~ut O~f the basement is n~On-handicap-accessible stairs~
ᐖ YAH XD ᐛ
~Find sO~me em~Ojis that dO~n't turn tO~ blO~cks O~n mO~bile, yO~u lO~O~k ridiculO~us~
i love to $end my bo$$ meme$ about drinking embalming fluid but for $ome rea$on it'$ alway$ "benjin yxu need tx $txp $ending me the$e" and "i need tx feel ¢xnfident leaving yxu alxne in the mxrtuary" and never "yxu're right benjin, we $hxuld txa$t abxut thi$. perhap$ xver $xme embalming fluid."
>> ¡ am but ડome peop1e are nervouડ to aડk me th¡ngડ d¡rect1y hahaha
yknöw what? fair enöugh im usually önly gööd at asking questiöns if its för my jöb sö any öther questiöns i dö are just reaaaaaally stupid
yöire just jealöus alsö i am nöt döing anönymöus questiöns just because its hard tö ask myself questiöns 😔
iT'S AWFUL, i HAD A FRIEND WHO WORKED THERE, }:(
tHE JOURNAL FACTORY EXPLODED, iT WAS A HORRIFIC LOSS OF LIFE AND A REAL TRAGEDY, }:(
oh ookayy um. as llongg as. you are not uupsett aaboutt tthatt he is not nnicee. tthenn. i gguesss it is all. ookayy. um. i ddontt kknoww. wwhatt eelsee to say or. how to lleavee. bye.
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