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Kids these days with their "backrooms" whatever happened to being in a NORMAL ROOM with TRAPS? Like if you agree!
The child has been successfully sent back to her minders. She will be back when I least expect it, I know.
Hope you guys have access to Reality Anchor technology
i am not bein strongarmed into publishin this correction a my own free will that my type no. 2 from last night is "not sadomasochistic as that grossly misinterprets and exaggerates the communication of appropriate intimate expectations. when have i ever done either of those things, and it's frankly concerning that you may be interpretting and objectifying sincere efforts towards you health and behavior with some kind of sexual insinuation. nor is it ever okay to disclose this level of" oh ok i'm not supposed to be writin that part down got it. anyway okay i made all that up #nsfw
TYPE NO. 1: artistic, free spirit, handles adventure, irreverent, ESP levels a compassionate empathy that makes em live off a helpin others, intuitive, funny, inspiring, intense, passionate, truth teller, either water sign or fire sign, loves change an wont settle down, dreamer, great listener, supportive, expressive TYPE NO. 2: stiff intellectual type, got the dry kinda evasive thing goin on, plays coy, predictable but kinda unpredictable, glasses, mature, not really sensitive but kinda observant ig, cold harsh matteroffact hits you with facts like a blunt weapon, kinda bossy, hiding a freak streak a mile wide but like ACTUALLY hiding it not no halfhearted tease crap, closet sadist, closet masochist, closet softie, capital B boundaries, cerebral, unorthodox, kinda boring go girl give us nothing, really good at sockin you with the stealth jumpscare positive reinforcement, argues an nags like it's goin outta style, ice queen, actual decent person who doesn't change for nothing especially not romance, nurturing type.
I killed the only people I ever knew or cared about in an attempt to get out of this fate, but yeah, cool powers. Absolute biological control. Sure, sure, sure.
Hm. Anyway. For my garden party, should I have tents available in case people want to turn it into a hike and a camping trip? Remember, if you disrespect the woods you are going to regret it very deeply.
How dare you
Oops sorry
I've been here for a very short amount of time, but it looks like some of you are using your powers as if you were the Lords of your aspect. Which, y'know, that doesn't seem right.
I do miss her.
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘: @tranquiloutcast well, There Everyone Was. The Only People In The World. crammed Into The Same Old Church With Its Same Old Crumbling Walls. The Damp Smell Of The Molding Limestone Mingling With The Suffocating Incense That The Handler's Burnt To Drown Out The Scent Of Unwashed Bodies Was Always More Cloying Than The Body Odor Itself. Then, No One Ever Asked For Your Opinion, Or The Opinion Of Any Of The Other Sacrifices. cara's Warnings Would Not Have Fallen On Deaf Ears Otherwise. You Kept Your Eyes Fixed On The Back Of Her Neck, Right Where The Old One's Birth-etched Sigil Started To Dance Its Way Into Her Hairline, As They Shuffled The Six Of You To Altar. In Midnight Whispers Tucked Away From The Handlers, The Other Sacrifices, She'd Told You The Truth Of What Waited For You All At The Other End Of The Altar. the Reckoning. Grand Cosmic Deliverance? What A Laugh. No, There Would Be No Paradise. the Cultists Started To Chant, Voices Rising In A Frantic Chorus Of Prayer And Thanks For The Salvation That Would No Doubt Be On Its Way. they Were Blind To The Truth, However, That Beyond The Slaughter House Would Be First A Downpouring Of Meteors Aimed To Destroy What Was Left Of Your Pathetic Instance Of Earth. Followed After Only By An Eternity Of Burning Souls Tethered To A Rotting God. Cara Turned Back To Look At You With Wide, Bloodshot Eyes That Seemed To Say "the First Act Is Beginning. This Is It." poor Thing Had Not Seen Peaceful Sleep In Months, Not Since The Visions Started To Increase In Intensity. She Would Never See Peace Again. not If You Didn't Act. your Hand Slipped Under Your Tattered Jacket, Fingers Wrapping Around The Smooth Hilt Of Your First Dagger, The One Meant For An End That Was Swift And Painless. In The Same Second, You Stepped Forward, The Heavy Air And Chanting Of The Crowd Perfectly Drowned Out Scrape Of Steel Leaving Leather. you Were Determined To Burn Alone If You Had To. cara Was First. the Blade Went In Clean, Right Under The Sigil On Her Neck, In A Movement Completely Devoid Of Malice. Finally Her Tired, Frantic Eyes Faded Into A Blank, Quiet Stillness As The Burden Of Her Visions Was Finally Stripped Away. for Each One After Her, You Moved With A Terrible, Mechanic Efficiency. In The Aftermath, Five Bodies Crumpled To The Floor Of The Altar, The Horrible Fate Stripped Clean. There Was No Holy Awakening, No Echos Of Rejoice. beneath Your Feet, The Heavy Grinding Of Machinery Deep Below The Crypts Groaned To Life Ahead Of Schedule. the Voices Of The Cultists Died In Their Throats. Aside From The Grinding Of The Machinations Below, Thrumming Through Your Core, There Was Silence. then The Screaming Started. They Moved To Subdue You, The Eldest Of The Handlers Moved In First. Her Ceremonial Robe Ruffling Like The Wings Of A Trapped Bird. She Was Not A Holy Woman; She Was The Keeper Of A Slaughterhouse, And Her You Failed To See Any Use She'd Been In The Last Two Decades. the Other Dagger Was A Crude, Jagged Thing. The Hilt Weighed Heavy In Your Other Hand. You Swung Hard With It, And Where The Blade Met The Wretch, A Sickeningly Wet And Heavy Crack Echoed Out Into The Church. then The World Started To Break. that Didn't Stop You From Doing What Needed To Be Done. #gore #violence #cult #implied-abuse you Never Get To Just Walk Away. 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗 ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀
I think Kris deserves to crash out and [reads from my notes] Doom all over yall.
And then I said "it's Dooming time" and
JuJu MOTHERFuCKERY. 002/∞. EXuENT. ALL. LOSERS. CuCKS. WIMPASSES. AND THE uNWORTHY. ENTER... XXXxxxx "SNAP CRACK SKuLL POPS" - "THE PRENOIR SNIPPER GuY" xxxxXXX THE REASON I DO NOT HAVE A SISTER. THE SNAP CRACK SKuLL POPS. uNSAFETY SCISSORS. ZILLYWHOMSTVE SCISSORS. SNAP *CRACKLE* POPS. THE PRENOIR SNIPPER GuY. THAT LAST ONE. I CAME uP WITH MYSELF. TO CLARIFY. THAT THE WALK STAB WALK FuCKER. JACK NOIR. OR I GuESS. IT GOES BY BEC NOIR THESE DAYS. I AM NOT PHOBIC. EITHER WAY. THAT SCuMFuCK DID NOT HAVE JACK SHIT TO DO WITH THEIR CONCEPTION. THESE SCISSORS ARE ABLE TO DENATuRE SOMETHING FROM ITS POSITION IN CONTINuITY. THAT IS TO SAY. THEY CAN PHYSICALLY. CAuSE. AND uNMAKE. A PARADOX. THEY WERE ORIGINALLY CONCEIVED OF. AS A MEANS OF FREEING SOMEONE FROM A FIXED POINT IN SPACE. uNDOING DEATHS. PESKY LITTLE FIXED POINTS IN TIME. ARE NOT NEARLY AS FIXED AS ONE MIGHT THINK. MORE LIKE. A CAuGHT STITCH. IN THE FABRIC OF SPACE TIME. I DO NOT CROCHET. OR KNIT. SO IF THAT ESOTERIC ASS FEMININE REFERENCE MAKES NO SENSE. IT IS A BIT LIKE WHEN YOu ARE EATING MEAT. AND A PIECE OF GRISTLE IN YOuR TEETH JuST WILL NOT COME OuT. IT IS NOT STuCK THERE FOREVER. EVEN IF IT FEELS LIKE IT. SPECIAL TOOLS. CAN FLOSS IT FREE. IT CAN ALSO. SEPARATE BODIES. FROM THEMSELVES. DEPENDING ON HOW IT IS uSED. DISTILLING SOMETHING. TO THE VERY CORE OF ITS ESSENCE. TO THE BAREST RHETORICALLY WHITTLED. PITH. OF ITS STuPID FuCKING RuDIMENTARY SCRIBBLES OF A CONCEPT. uSuALLY. THIS COMES IN THE FORM OF SYMBOLS. THINK. TIME. SPACE. LIFE. DOOM. PISS. RAGE. THE OTHER LESS COOL ONES. BARELY WORTH REMEMBERING. BuT IT CAN ALSO TAKE THE SHAPE. OF AFTERIMAGES. NEGATIVE SPACE. THE BITS OF A PAPER LEFT BEHIND WHEN YOu CuT SOMETHING OuT. BuT COSMIC IN SCALE. THESE CANNOT BE ENTRuSTED HALPHAZARDLY. AFTER ALL. THE MOST PERMANENT KIND OF DEATH. IS THE ONE THAT HAPPENS. OuTSIDE OF THE BODY OF ANOTHER. THINK ABOuT IT LIKE THIS. THE DEADER YOu ARE. THE LESS YOu HAVE TO GO BACK TO. IF THERE IS NOTHING. AND NO BODY WAITING FOR YOu. SO LONG AS A SINGLE VESTIGE OF ANOTHER REMAINS. YOu ARE. FuCKED. SO I REFuSED TO BE. DEFINED. BOuND. STITCHED uP. PuPPETEERED. CONTROLLED. OR DRAGGED DOWN. BY THE SAD SACK OF SHIT. THAT IS. MY DEFECATED AND DEFEATED SISTER. A FOOL. IN THE SHIMMERING REFLECTION. OF THE GOLDEN EMPIRE. I ERECTED. TALL AND MIGHTY. MASSIVE AND IMPOSING. EMINENTLY IMPOuNDING. AND FOREVER. WHICH IS WHY I AM. CuRRENTLY. TRuSTING THEM. HAZARDLY. TO @comedyGold. DO NOT RuN WITH THEM. OR DO. MY ONLY REQuIREMENT. IS THAT YOu HAVE. FuCKING. FuN. AND HuRT OTHERS. GET SNIPPY WITH IT! AT FuCKING ONCE!!! DO SOME CuTTING EDGE COMEDY.
(̥ ̥এ́⍜এ̥̀)̥̥ ◕kay I guess˚ Picnic is als◕ fine
Jack voice: I am going to fight the guy who has, in the four or five days since he got here, posted no less than three times about degloving someone for fun. #violence #gore (but only if you google degloving, which i reccommend) #pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease
>> maybe they ડhou1d try juડt actua11y be¡ng gay ¡nડtead of be¡ng 1oડerડ
Some of you will claim to have powers like ‘rewriting reality’ but will still get ragebaited by a stranger calling you gay.
Is this a safe space to talk about the sapient plants in the woods near my cabin
Land of Hashtags and Fridays
Villains that p-o-o-st -o-o-n chittr are suuuuuuper cringe btw
Sad l-o-o--o-o-k f-o-o-r y-o-o-u, destr-o-o-yer -o-o-f w-o-o-rlds.
You Still " Spook " Me, But I Like This. Your " Dry " Humor. :>
Careful, I Think I May Be Sensing Some Whimsy Here.
Me To My Marshmallows As I Hold Them Over The Fire ( I Like Them Crispy ). #serene
i could think of a few reasons but fair fair fair
i'm not complaining!! lemme underscore the part that's the funny part to me: one month, tops.
Yes! #juniorbadgedyou #checkyoursettings
Then I Hope You Have Been Able To Properly Grieve Your Mortality.
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