♦ pitied by @hereticalPolymath
If those diaries start talking about me, I'm going to need everybody to be cool and pretend they didn't read it.
I prObAbly dO nOt!
(̥ ̥এ́⍜এ̥̀)̥̥ I hate him I hate his friends I want t◕ rip his stupid head ◕f his stupid b◕dy and kick tha smile ◕ff his face until it’s just mushy green filth spilling ◕ut ◕f his skull
[/-∊n♱rΩpy gr-∊yƗng Ωu♱./] -- Σ♱rȺƗgⴵ♱ up 'Ⱥ♱-∊Ɨng' Ɨ♱ Ⱥnd by Ɨ♱? ♱ⴵƗΣ pΩΣ♱. -- [/ΣȺmΣȺrȺ'Σ Σ屮ȺnΣΩng./]
The child has been returned to her family. She did.. Slash at their ankles with the dagger, so I think they don't appreciate the gift.
Right, so as I was saying, "Me when I'm the mind player ever" #tautologicaldiscussion
⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ I do not know ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ What part of my original post ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ Translates to: Myriad hates all humans and thinks they're dumb as fuck forever and ever ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅
(̥ ̥এ́⍜এ̥̀)̥̥ w◕w u're s◕◕◕◕ special huh
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 ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀
im at the felt party by the wvay. they locked me in an ovwen. send help.
moby i gotta hang with the old crew of losers moor tho. at least by gettin up to bullshit they naut just sittin around doin nofin dude im bored as FUCK these days
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what did I say...
I was curious when I made them and now it feels kind of fucked up to unmake them
How Many Seers Do You Think Played The Game, Knew Their Doom Was Inevitable, And Were Powerless To Stop It? Just Another Good Reason To Never Entertain The Thought Of Playing It.
I Wonder What He Must Be Like, Without Everyone I've Met Here.
There Are Trolls Much Smarter Than Me Who Have Played This Game And Lost, Apparently.
I Am Going To Stop Thinking About This Before I Upset Myself.
I Can't Say I'm Smart Enough Not To Touch It; He Said Once That I Was An Heir Which Must Mean There Is A Version Of Myself Out There " In The Thick Of It ". I Wonder How His Scorpulous Is Doing.
HE’S GOING TO SUFFER.
I Was Being Very Brave About That, But It Scared Me A Little, To Be Honest With You. #vaguepost
Dropped something into one of the memory pools. It's probably fine.
✨🍭🕷️ Why is there sudoku in my wigglerhood memories 🕷️🍭✨
My last ever Picture with little mister... oh GOd oh GOd i cant believe this is haPPening #byemister httPs://i.imgur.com/g2QQFjh.Png -posted from My Nukia N-Gage CullD