
Vixroy Altrom
@featherbeastOpponent
I FUCKING hate featherbeasts. Troll me about scuttlebugs He/Him Gemries sign. <3< is taken by @epistolaryNovelization <> is @gestaltCreophage
Damn I think these featherbeasts are coming in larger and larger sizes. One with a beak the size of my leg just tried to break down my door.

i can predict #rubyhour lasting for 10 minutes. but fuck it. also you cant say uranium without yum.

Beef jerky & jerk ooff ftw
(unfathømably lønely right nøw HØLYfuck. i seriøusly need tø GETlaid its genuinely pathetic. #suggestive)
>>| casper .is now culling .innocents? .i'm shocked.

i havent been here in a good bit whats goin on

▲whoever fault it is that my profile picture disappeared, you're fucked, I'm coming for you▼
Sooo.. would anybody care to listen to a purpleblood yap about her fictional world of.. ...littlest lusii shops.. maybe.. anybodyyy... <:oI
Hosting a room for Paper Sheets against Trollmanity. Join while it's hot. Password is: Shuttlebuggy NEVERMIND THE SITE IS ASS https://www.cardsagainstformality.io/game?_id=6a1e6b487b475752761b9aac

You are dead. In almost every sense of the word. Corporeally, you died in the early days of the BEFORAN EMPIRE'S interstellar expansion. But your pusher died long, long before that. You were once a DASHING RADICULL TERRORIST fighting the good fight against stifling tyranny with your beloved. Now, you are just a husk. In your heyday you were considered one of the most FREE-SPIRITED REBELS Beforus had ever known, and you were famous for your aloofness and cocky attitude. They just couldn't catch you, nor your partner and love of your life. Until they did get her, and nothing was the same ever again. After a BOTCHED RESCUE, all hope was lost, and you dedicated every waking moment for the rest of your life to building power from the shadows, hoping to bring one last great devastation upon the Empire, even if it killed you. It did. And you didn't even accomplish anything, besides a whole lot of dead civilians. You are called THE SILLENCE, a reminder of the only thing to be heard in the wake of that terrible bomb. Your legacy forgotten in time, succeeded only by your nameless ward. Now, you rot in the ashes of your regret.
H⧃ H⧃! HELL⧃!
I fought a so-called "K-mart" employee and lived.
They I went to get a mammogram for Y/[N]n-caY/[N]nical reasons at a stupid alien hospital for stupid aliens and they classified me a DD for Dilf Decimater.








