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youd think id stop hearin the creepy damn voices a ma lusus after i cod offed but nooo she still yappin nonstop my pan hurts

every time i try to relax something monumentally stupid happens.
trainin didnt make none a this any less fuckin conchfusing
It is e%ceedingly difficult to talk smack without creating innuendo and I blame all of you for corrupting our language.

hey vwhy are there police lights outside my hivwe haha
gog forbid a girl's worriEd for thE safEty of hEr rEscuEr!
just bE carEful, i'vE sEEn somE prEtty big aquatic lusii off thE shorE! don't put yoursElf in dangEr for my sakE!
swEEt! you know that big dEsErt that usEd to bE a forEst likE, thrEE swEEps ago bEforE you cut off thE watEr supply? i livE on thE EdgE of that, right on thE part that bordErs thE ocEan. you can't miss it!
can i hidE at your placE until it blows ovEr? i cook and clEan. i'm also told i'm a dEcEnt lay, if that's a bEttEr offEr
can someone help me i got locked outside and it's getting cold
dont be a fool today and piss off any high bloods cause evveryone knowws that wwe arent allowwed to do any murderin on this SACRED fuckin holiday
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HATE TO SAY IT, BUT HIC IS POSTING SENSIBLE STYLE.
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A Sur\/\/i\/\/or's Treatise on Clo\/\/\/\/n Cultists Penned by the Orphaner Dualscar, Recently Re\/\/i\/\/ed, and peer re\/\/ie\/\/\/\/ed by The Grand Highblood. Listen \/\/\/\/ell, ye \/\/\/\/helps. Ye d'not just e\/\/er stumble 'pon Clo\/\/\/\/n Cultists. Y're noticed by'them first. De\/\/otees o' th' Mirthful Messiahs an' fairly dangerous despite their open buffoonery. Per th'request o' th'Grand Highblood, I \/\/\/\/ould like t'make a disclaimer that not all o'th'follo\/\/\/\/ers b'imbibin' on narcotics. Though, I stress y'should smell fer it. Like a rabid barkbeast. 1. Identifiers b'listed as such: Purple Blood, or similarly High Blood. Face Paint Resemblin' Cracked Mirth Masks o' Old. Speech Patterns oscillatin' bet\/\/\/\/een \/\/acant, serene, an' zealous. Often th'stench o' Sopor or other Religious Mediums. If y'are greeted as Brother, 'Motherfucker', or \/\/\/\/orse, just laughin' then ye'\/\/e already gotten int' their strikin' distance. 2. Understandin' th'Religion. Clo\/\/\/\/n Cultists belie\/\/e in the Sacred Mirth: \/\/iolence is Comedy. Yer death is a punchline in their sick joke. Di\/\/ine Subjugation texts demand ALL must kneel t'their Miracles \/\/\/\/it' the Empress as the exception per their treaty. The Mirthful Messiahs themsel\/\/es. Some think th'be Cherubs, some Horrorterrors. Some T\/\/\/\/in, Some Many. D'not challenge this if y'\/\/alue yer pan bein' in yer cranium. 3. Immediate Response Protocol \/\/\/\/hen Encounterin' th'clo\/\/\/\/ns, here's \/\/\/\/hatchye must d'. Do not engage in dialogue. They'll con\/\/ert y', confuse ye, or e'en pro\/\/oke y' t'get ye t'death. Assess their Blood Color an' Status. Cull Lo\/\/\/\/blood Cultists, run from the Highblood Leaders. Creatin' Distance is important fer they prefer impro\/\/ised blunt \/\/\/\/eapons. Th'b'unpredictable an' quick. D'not Prolong any combat! If y'can cull'm, do'it. D'not enjoy it. D'not toy \/\/\/\/it'em. Because they are doin' th'same. 4. List O' Not T'Dos! D'not Laugh \/\/\/\/ITH them. That is submission. D'not CONSUME SOPOR. It leads y't'them. D'not UNDERESTIMATE THEM. It'll in\/\/ite y't'yer cullin'. D'not attempt QUADRANTS \/\/\/\/IT'EM. Their effection is mutilation alongisde de\/\/otion. 5. Highblood Authority. Under th'empire, Subjugglators are instruments of terror. The Empress does not control them, only aims them. No pleas or po\/\/\/\/ers from anyone but yerself can help y'\/\/\/\/it' them. 6. My Personal Account as a \/\/\/\/arnin'. In m'time, I'\/\/e crossed blade'n'pistol'n'cannons \/\/\/\/it' pirates, rebels, creatures older than th'sea itself. I \/\/\/\/ould sooner face Marquise Spinneret Mindfang at her most deceitful than endure prolonged proximity to a single Clo\/\/\/\/n Cultist. Mindfang may lie, stab, and cheat, but y'may li\/\/e. Any o' them Clo\/\/\/\/n's'll Cull ye. 7. The Final Doctrine o' Sur\/\/i\/\/al. Remember: Clo\/\/\/\/n Cultists ain't Allies, they ain't Ri\/\/als, they ain't e\/\/en proper Enemies. They are an infectious storm of force. D'not negotiate \/\/\/\/it' th'Infection. Car\/\/e it Out. Closin' \/\/\/\/ords from yer fa\/\/orite Orphaner. I \/\/\/\/as forged to cull lusii, maintain a bit o' order, an' ser\/\/e a throne that no longer exists. If any fragment of Alternia still lingers \/\/\/\/ithin' ye. Any instinct fer sur\/\/i\/\/al, hierarchy, or dominance, heed m'\/\/\/\/arnin'. \/\/\/\/hen th'laughter begins, y'\/\/e already \/\/\/\/aited t'long.

i am never trusting myself when sleepy hormonal and slightly tipsy again that got a lot more attention than i expected.
i didnt fuck that clown i didnt cum on that clown i didnt put my dick anywhere near that clown ive never done anything weird with clowns i promised myself i wasnt going to make another fucking apology video after last years thing so im just trying to be as short and goddamn honest with this as possible (1/357645693563545634576345) #nsfw
Ugh, and there the batterwitch goes, pitying me. You see what you folks do? You start getting on one Jane and suddenly here come all the Crockercorp old guard trying to make us feel *loved* and *supported* and just.... D'oh! This really gets my goose. Well I certainly don't intend on eating people! Nor do I intend to go back to someone who tried to kill my friends!!! D:<
Well, shucks! She's out there giving us a bad name. Then again, apparently Janes seem to have a bad name in general. :/
Wait... Why am I being cancelled? #cancelcrocker
now mor€ than €v€r w€ r€mind €v€ryon€ to stand tog€th€r... and our inbox is always op€n for conf€ssions if you hav€ b€€n p€rsonally victimized... #cancelcrocker
#standwiththecrew!! we don't gots a pr team so i'm delegatin' myself to the job!
maybe you should try it again, boss. i think it'll work this time!
confession #11- for context my family has been lifelong employees of the crocker corporation, i'm talking my grandpa was there when they released their first pasta press and now i'm a maintenance specialist. it's multi-generational and don't get me wrong it's a MASSIVE point of pride for me and my family, we are super grateful, but with all this stuff coming out about jane recently (her eating through carapacians), i feel like maybe it's time to lend some credit to her detractors. i'm half carapacian on my mother's side and the way she treats us is sickening, and now i genuinely fear for my life on my next shift.

They say all press is good press.

I did not think I would have to say this: Please do not cannibalize people.

I can't breathe. https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/8f26f495d5da.PNG

In your case, the lobster could have probably engaged in a more effective smear campaign.

Sh3 1s 4 fool, oh H3r 1mp3r1ous.

100% of my kull scor3 must b3 from M1ndf4ng. Th3r3 1s l1t3r4lly no oth3r 3xpl4n4t1on.
oh ok you could make an exception for me though

most branding doesn't make me worry about being scolded!

CONFER WITH CO-COUNSEL! that one client that just be fucking talking

oRGANIC, cHICKPEA MACARONI AND, vEGAN CHEESE, fOR MY EPIC DINNER, hECK YEAH, #mYePICdINNER

D --> Domestic workers provide such an invaluable service to those who require it and should be treated with the utmost respect D --> This inc100des maids, butlers, manservants, chauffers and others

OBJECTION! your highblood opposing counsel failed to properly establish the prongs of 702, they have laid no alternate foundation as to their witness' expertise, therefore their witness is not qualified to say jack shit about my client's hat and whether or not it is actually ugly as hell and i want that OFF the record #law
𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃 OOC Muse Specific Information. I do roleplay NSFW and above, it's Dualscar, he is basically default NSFW #nsfw #ooc #lore #nsfwe? 𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃 230th Imperial Sweep Hatched Cronus Ampora, he was a culler from hatching. The Empire had uses for highbloods, and he was shaped into one of those uses before he could properly understand what that meant. Violence was not taught to him. It was expected. By six sweeps, as demanded by Alternian custom, he culled his own lusus. Not out of hatred. Not even out of cruelty. Merely because this was the path laid before him. The first true act of the Orphaner. 𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃 236th Imperial Sweep His youth was spent in the presence of Meenah Peixes. The two were close. Closer than perhaps either of them should have allowed. Their relations drifted dangerously near moiraillegiance in those younger sweeps, before duty and imperial paranoia poisoned the possibility of it. At the same time, the would-be Orphaner spent long stretches near Gl'bgolyb herself. Conditioning his pan against her horrid psychic wailing. Preparing himself for a lifetime beneath the shadow of the Empire. 𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃 239th Imperial Sweep It was during the Royal Courts that he earned the name Dualscar. He spoke out of line before the Empress. A mistake. A singular mistake. The 2x3Dent narrowly missed culling him outright and instead left him permanently scarred. The wound remained across him for the rest of his life. A reminder to himself and everyone else of what becomes of those who fail to respect imperial authority. From then onward, he was no longer merely Cronus Ampora. He was Dualscar. 𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃 240th - 246th Imperial Sweeps As he aged, his attachment to the Empress curdled into flushed longing. Dangerous longing. The sort of longing that could only end in execution if spoken aloud. She, however, grew increasingly wary of him. She understood what her future required. Dualscar had no place within it. Around these same sweeps, he shared a brief spark of kismesissitude with the The Grand Highblood. But neither of them could truly hate the other enough to sustain it. The quadrant withered before it could properly bloom. Still, his work flourished. As for his role as Orphaner? Dualscar was a natural. Culling was already a highblood specialty. Give one a legendary weapon such as Ahab's Crosshairs and suddenly very few things on Alternia remained beyond their reach. 𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃 247th Imperial Sweep At seventeen sweeps, Dualscar first crossed paths with Marquise Spinneret Mindfang. He did not think much of it at the time. Pirates were not his jurisdiction. Letting her go seemed harmless enough. Lightning rarely struck twice. Ahab's Crosshairs, however, certainly did. 𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃 247th - 330th Imperial Sweeps Over the following sweeps, the rivalry between Dualscar and Mindfang became something far uglier than simple conflict. Their clashes turned personal. Then intimate. Then venomous. Quadrants bled together beneath cannon fire and threats whispered behind closed doors. For a time they remained evenly matched. Dualscar stood at the peak of physical prowess while possessing not a single psychic advantage. Mindfang, meanwhile, became increasingly manipulative and mentally fortified with every passing sweep. As the centuries passed, Dualscar became something almost mythological among imperial circles. Rebels whispered stories of the Orphaner that culled trolls in droves for the Empire rather than merely hunting dangerous lusii. Whether exaggerated or not hardly mattered. Fear spreads easier than truth on Alternia. He stopped stepping onto land whenever possible. By this stage he was no longer merely an Orphaner. He had become the longest-lived and most productive executioner the Empire had ever maintained. And through all of it, Mindfang remained. Sometimes enemy. Sometimes confidant. Sometimes something far worse. -𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃 Around the 410th Imperial Sweep By the height of the rebellion surrounding The Signless, Dualscar and Mindfang had long since stopped wasting driftwood and cannon fire upon one another. Instead they met privately. Hours within the brig of one ship or the other. Threats. Arguments. Attempted murders. The sort of relationship only Alternia could cultivate. 𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃 490th Imperial Sweep This was the end of Dualscar. He traded heavily for a particular Jadeblood slave connected to the rebellion. He never learned her name. He never cared to. Her appearance alone fascinated him. Ancient. Exhausted. Older than himself. Older than the Empress. Yet still carrying an unnatural youthfulness to her features. She reminded him of the Rainbow Drinkers from gothic fiction. The old horror stories written by Bram Trollker and others alike. He had gifted her to the Marquise. His Kismesis, who, at the time, he was aiming for Vacillation with. She enjoyed it, so much, that it entered her flush. What he was aiming for. In his rage, he had slain the Jadeblood. Often forgetting whether it was his own actions or that of an assassin. Either way, his kismesistude was ended with the Marquise. Dualscar fled from his own ship during daylight hours so she could not pursue him directly. In desperation he sought refuge within the chambers of the Grand Highblood. Instead, he found death. 𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃 Post-Death Within the dream bubbles he eventually encountered his descendant, Eridan Ampora. He viewed the boy as a disappointment. Eridan had failed the Heiress. Failed imperial devotion. Even abandoned Ahab's Crosshairs before dying at the hands of a Jadeblood. Eventually, though, forgiveness came. Or something close enough to it. 𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃 Post-Game Era At some point after death, some variation of Jane Crocker restored Dualscar to life. But the resurrection left him hollow. Alternia was gone. No hemospectrum. No lusii. No purpose. He became a relic stranded upon a world that no longer understood what he had once been. 𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃 Present Day Now he carries the mantle of Gameward. He watches over a somewhat prosperous island beneath the loose authority of Crocker-affiliated powers. He lives mostly alone. #fishingfriday remains mandatory for him due to the weekly medication schedules required for certain wildlife under his care. Though softened compared to the monster Alternia created, Dualscar remains harsher, crueler, and more violent than nearly anyone around him. A relic of a dead empire still trying to behave as though that empire never fell.
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I LOVE #SERIOUS #BUSINESS! POST. SEND POST.
HELLO I AM MAKING MY FIRST POST I HOPE EVERYONE IS HAVING A VERY NICE NIGHT TONIGHT. POST. NOW POST. POST MY POST NOW. POST PLEASE. PERIOD. END POST. POST IMPORTANT MESSAGE.
why the fuck is there a bitch on my feed
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I had a bet goin' on a game tonight Itchy. Can't play that game if the table stick ball table is covered in Jello, Itchy. You get me, Itchy?

keep em off my TL thats the conchesus
Finally home. Exhausted. And I can get drunk. #Divorcemoment

D --> I worry about you people D --> Well people and other assorted things
#chittrconfessions that like im real down with all the horny shit going on but man am i weirdly shy about showin myself off its pussyshit of me i know
A public announcement fer th'scally\/\/\/\/ags and landlubbin' earthlin's that be all upon m'messages and posts. I dunnae care \/\/\/\/ho ye think y'are. I ain't a sugar lusus. I dunnae e'en think the currency translates bet\/\/\/\/een planets and I dunnae ha\/\/e a '\/\/enmo'. Stop askin.

of course casey loves playing necrobinder. i just wish she wouldn't throw a fit every time she can't force soul draw spam. i'm running out of consolatory bugs.

almost got kullscore baited that wwas close #vvague

i caught casey on my laptop playing slay the spire 2 earlier. considering i havent seen it since im going to assume she lost her run.

Love that one Condy liked this and another hated it.

Peanut has killed my wife.

Not anymore.

I am going to walk into oncoming traffic. Goodbye, my constituents.
looking for new crew member. qualifications: must be able to withstand combat. diamond based aesthetic (preferred but not mandatory) initials are dd (preferred but not mandatory) chainsmoking habit (preferred but not mandatory) dersites only. dersite middle aged men preferred.

Im really missing grannys wisdom right now... her sage words such as "stop talking like a marble mouth!" and "rub some dirt in it!" and "jake you are the most special boy!"
"shes not gonna fuck u lil lady" yes she will she will if i post good #nsfw

Oh, great. ... Well, one of us is going to have to change.

oops sorry. baddie is like a hot person and pookie is a good friend!

cønsøle.løg("if yøu're still alive tømørrøw night tell me");

good mornin wwretched wworms

that gives me points right

https://i.postimg.cc/50hCwZz5/teenager-pointing-himself-irresolute-young-man-finger-isolated-white-background-34325108.webp

cønsøle.løg("sø limes are just airing it øut øn søcials huh");

oh man. i got my first block today. as far as i know at least.

whatever. i guess i'm just glad i wasn't 0n chittr when i was six and marginally m0re unstable than i am n0w 0r y0u'd have seen s0me truly hein0us shit fr0m me.

it's fucked h0w few regulati0ns alternia has 0n mind h0ney. #substance

every time i l0g 0ff t0 t0uch grass the tl gets inexplicably h0rny.

how the actual hell are people already getting THREE THOUSAND kult on here by the way.

sounds like youre ready for #eridanwweek
when you wake up and you 2tiill mutant and goldblooded and malnourii2hed.

lot a religious bs on my timeline lately #ugh

okay, casey's away for a while doing. casey things. what do i do with my free time?

SOMEONE PICK ME UP IM SCARED.

> awes0me, thanks! 1'll get back t0 y0u sh0rtly!
I have almost completed my route for the day. I hope everyone out there is having a good afternoon.

I urge you to rethink.

obvviously chittr wwas havvin one a its iconic technical difficulty moments earlier so i wwill rechitt for good measure like this chitt or send a dm (read bio) to showw interest in festivvities centered around the feats and deeds a the wwidely knowwn aristocrat and chittr sensation eridan ampora includin a vvery exclusivve get together on his island wwhich features an awwesome shipwwreck in case there are some that dont knoww nobody wwill get culled at the party of course unless it happens in the #bloodsport wwhich wwill be present for those that like to havve a good time #eridanwweek #islandparty #flarp #gaming
Huh! Jade said that she just got word of another part of Earth F getting interdimensional internet access! Hoping the empire doesn't shut it down again :/ we don't want to have to repair anymore damaged towers.
that depends. wvwhat is your social standing as a human? wvwhat skills do you havwe and can contribute to society in a career or in the case of martial lawvw/ survwivwal situations? - the orphaner dualscar
Being bad is a bad thing and being a bitch is worse but being a bad bitch is awesome apparently. Is it because the product of two negatives is a positive? Like you're really bad at being a bitch? Please correct my errors if any

ok yea she really is that bad im sorry this was a lapse in my judgement

Current mood: desperate. #nsfw

some sage wvisdom: if the vworld seems to hate you, you knovw youre doing something right. youre a disruptor, and small-panned people hate disruptors for disrupting their small status quo





































