Adam Graham
@mechanicChariot
The first of the first, and the best of the best.
Pleased to announce that @barackObama is now forklift certified. @dailyQuests
But I... I... o.... okay. Thanks, I think?
Let me guess. You forgot everything as soon as the exam ended? Happens all the time. If you'd like to go over it again tomorrow, I'm available.
I hate this. It would be so easy to just say he's wrong. But that discounts that he *knows* things. I don't want to give any more away. I've reassessed my judgment and I've decided I'm not telling him any hints. I want to see this put together. @graciousChampion I challenge you.
Is he playing with me? The pieces aren't being put together perfectly. But I don't know whether that's because they blur together at the edges, or if he's toying with me, telling me things that don't make sense but that reveal what he knows. You've got me hooked. I admit it. You have my attention, Writer.
Dashwatching. The act of watching your dash and observing real-time events. Dashwashing. The act of polishing your feed with blocks and follows, and separating the chaff from the cream of the crop. Dashwaiting. Biding your time until it happens.
My curiosity may get the better of me. I really do want to see how much he knows. It should've been surface level. Everyone I know calls me that. But, without realising, I've been keeping it a secret here. All this time. Why would he know? Ah, well. If that's the best he can do...
Perhaps this is a lesson in internet safety? You give out personal information and this is what happens. Though I can't comment on how much was 'given out' and how much this guy is reading people's minds, but still.
Some of it may be mind reading, Some of it may not be. Draco said. Or was that the other guy? #TheScript
I am disheartened to announce that Tung Tung Tung Sahur has given his life in the line of duty to destroy videogenerative LLM software giant SoraAI. May we all remember his sacrifice.
he'll always be in our tung tung tung sahearts </3
Genuinely tidy your rooms ASAP. I have been sitting on a Nintendo 64 for two hours now and only just realised it thanks to the layered blankets and clothes atop it.
࣪⊹₊˚{ that is PITIFUL!!!! }^o^{ }˚₊⊹ ࣪
"Selfsects"? No, I don't lead any splinter religions. Do people do that? What?
Do trolls have Valentine's Day?
There was a man so cold / No life was in his eyes He had a look so hard / I'd never seen him smile I could've told you then / You'd heard it all before But now you're in suspense / You'll have to wait for more #lyrics
Oh wow that is a lot of naked people.
Finally got enough free time to come back. Been finishing my build lately, and welding is tiring work. What's good, Chittr?
I kind of miss being impersonated. It was an annoying struggle, but a fun one. There's not much to do on here, really. Not that I can tell. Maybe when another event crops up, I'll come back?
They say my hunger's a problem. They tell me to curb my appetite. #lyrics
This isn't mutually exclusive to the other options, I just think we should put that on the table too.
I wonder if I'll go to hell when I die.
The worst thing about going to hell will be that you're there too and I have to put up with you for eternity instead of a few more weeks until someone finally kills you.
I w⊙n't be visiting y⊙u f⊙r a l⊙ng time. D⊙n't w⊙rry th⊙ugh, y⊙u w⊙n't be l⊙nely ⊙ut there, I'll make sure.
Honestly, knowing you exist, I've changed my mind and I'm sure I'm not going to whatever afterlife of retribution you're heading towards. Thanks for making me feel better about myself by being a far worse person than me by contrast?
Bad Piggies (or Troll Bad Piggies for Alternians) is actually an artistic dramatisation of my life story.
I build intriguing mechanisms and sometimes I get eggs.
Y⊙ur b⊙ring life c⊙uld never match the creative adrenaline ⊙f Tr⊙ll R⊙ss' adventures
Why the fuck do you know his name? There's no fucking way you actively play troll Bad Piggies.
Why would I know what you have downloaded on your phone to kill time? I've been in the same room as you approximately once and it was an attempt to kill you. And it wasn't in a room either, it was outdoors.
Confession hour. I used to steal a couple sweets from the cinema pick-n-mix on my way out. I was only little, and didn't realise you had to pay for them, so when I was reprimanded I stopped.