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The Doctor is in. You have been curated.
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A strange surge indeed.
yknovw, i get it, shes my fawvorite too, but sheesh.
Who could have possibly predicted this? Oh, wait. Me.
i think youre a bigger perwvert than i am.
I am merely four feet tall.
i guess i respect the hustle. dunno about the implication that the vwinner of this wvhole thing is somehovw important enough for you to screvw wvith. probably fine.
What could you mean? I would not have the means to influence the votes so aggressively. Certainly they acted of their own accord. I, personally, submitted my vote. It was even mailed to you weeks prior.
...that blank piece of paper? i got a paper cut and dropped it, then spilled some spray axe on it, wvhich revwealed the message... vwait, i think thats hovw i got the idea for the babe-off in the first place? wvait, no, that wvas blank piece of paper adwvertising for a local florist. dunno vwhat youre talking about.
MANY OF THE REMAINING WHORES ARE IMPORTANT ENOUGH TO SCREW.
true!!!
BE ME. CALIBORN. THE ONE WHO IS WRITING THIS. NOT THE ONE WHO IS BEING WRITTEN ABOuT. THAT DISTINCTION IS IMPORTANT. BECAuSE I AM REAL. AND CALLIE BHORNE IS FICTIONAL. BuT ALSO. IN A DEEPER SENSE. HE IS REALER THAN YOu. BECAuSE I SAID SO. AND I AM REAL AS IT GETS. DISBELIEF. SuSPENDED. CALLIE BHORNE. CALI B. REAL. THIS IS NOW NOT ABOuT ME. EXCEPT IT IS PRIMARILY ABOuT ME. IN A VICARIOuS SENSE. BuT SECONDARILY. IT IS ABOuT CALLIE BHORNE. MY CHARACTER. THAT I HAVE MADE. FOR THIS EPIC GODDAMN SAGA. CALLED. #LAIRSANDLuSII. WHICH SOuNDS LIKE A DOCTOR SEuSS ASS NuRSERY RHYME. BuT APPARENTLY. IF ITS HOST IS TO BE BELIEVED. IS A HORROR ROLEPLAY SCENARIO. WHICH IS FuNNY. BECAuSE THE ONLY HORROR HERE IS HOW POWERFuL I AM ABOuT TO MAKE THIS MOTHERFuCKER BEFORE YOuR GOBSMACKED GODDAMN GANDERBuLBS. SQuEAKY HANDS SCRuBBING THEM SEE WORTHY AGAIN. A RECAP. INTERMISSION. BEFORE WE BEGIN. LET ME TELL YOu ABOuT CALLIE BHORNE. HE IS A LIME BLOOD. WHICH IS RARE. AND ALSO EXTINCT. EXCEPT FOR HIM. BECAuSE HE KILLED EVERYONE WHO TRIED TO MAKE HIM EXTINCT. WHICH KEPT HIM THE SOLE ENDLING SuRVIVOR OF THE SLAuGHTER. AFTER uSING HIS SPECIAL ABILITY. EMPEROR LORDLING TIME. WHICH LETS HIM CHANNEL HIS DEAD SISTER. CALLIE OHPEEE. WHO HE DEVOuRED AND SCRAMBLED. STRAIGHT OuT THE GATE. POST EGG HATCH. SIPHONING HER POWER. TO INCREASE HIS OWN. EFFICACY. WHICH IS A WORD I uSED BECAuSE IT SOuNDS IMPORTANT. HE IS A PALADIN. OATH OF CONQuEST. WHICH IS LIKE AN ORDINARY PALADIN. BuT INSTEAD OF HEALING AND PROTECTING. HE CONQuERS AND DESTROYS. BECAuSE PROTECTION IS FOR COWARDS. AND HEALING IS FOR THE WEAK AND NEEDY LITTLE SNIVELING FuCKSTuPID COWARDS. FuRTHERMORE. WEAKNESS IS A DISEASE THAT MuST BE STEPPED ON. CRuSHED. AND THEN QuARANTINED TO THE AFTERLIFE. WHERE IT WILL NEVER RETuRN FROM. HE IS CuRRENTLY SITTING. ON THE ALABSTER CAIRO CASINO PHAROAH SARSWAPAGuS THRONE. WHICH IS A SACRED LIME BLOOD ARTIFACT. THAT ALLOWS THEM TO COMMuNE WITH THEIR DEAD SISTERS. IF THEY HAVE ANY. WHICH HE DOES. BECAuSE HE KILLED HER. YOu ALL SAW. I WROTE THAT. AND YOu SAW. STuDIOuS LITTLE NOTETAKERS THAT YOu NO DOuBT ARE. YOu CAN SEE IT HERE NOW WITHOuT HAVING TO LOOK AWAY FROM MY WORDS IF YOu HAVE FORGOTTEN. AND NOW SHE IS HAuNTING HIM. WHICH IS QuITE POETIC. EXEuNT INTERMISSION. BEGIN. ACT NONE. SESSION ZERO. THE THRONE IS GLOWING. A MYSTERIOuS WIND HOWLS. THE WINDOWLESS ROOM CuRIOuSLY CRADLES THE AIR IN A SuRREPTIOuS BREEZE THAT COMES FROM SEEMINGLY FuCKING NOWHERE. THAT IS BECAuSE THE THRONE ITSELF. HAS BECOME LINKED TO A FAR AND STRANGE LAND. uNFAMILIAR ENTIRELY TO CALLIE BHORNE. HE DOES NOT KNOW IT YET. MERELY REACTS ON INFLuENCE. HIS FAuLTY PASSIVE PERCEPTION WEATHERED BY HIS YEARS AS MuSCLE FOR HIRE. HE FEELS A TWITCHY SPASM IN HIS WRIST. HIS INSTINCTS COMMAND HIM TO DRAW HIS SWORD. BuT HE REFuSES. HE KNOWS BETTER THAN TO RESORT TO WANTON AGGRESSION WITHOuT A TARGET. THE THINKPAN WILL OVERHEAT. SENDING SCORCHING THOuGHTS EVERYWHERE THAT BLINDINGLY ERASE ALL MOVEMENT uNTIL A SAFE DISTANCE IS OBSERVED FROM ALL LIVING THINGS. CALLIE BHORNE WOuLD MAKE CORPSES OF PARADISE FOR THE ELYSIuM FIELDS OF HIS OWN ISOLATION MADE PuRE AND PRISTINE ONCE AGAIN. THIS IS HIS DREADED CuRSE. TO WALK A PLANET HE WOuLD SOONER RAIZE THAN RAISE. HE CANNOT BE KNOWN TO LOVE. HE CANNOT RISK FEELING. AND HE CANNOT CHANCE A SINGLE LIVING BEING. EVER. AND YET. THERE IS THAT HOWLING. THAT WIND. THAT DAMNABLE FuCKING WIND. "TSK." CALLIE BHORNE GROWLS. ANOTHER FuCKING REPAIR NEEDED. NOBODY EVER TOLD HIM BEING A LIVING RELIC MEANT LIVING IN ONE. BYGONE ERAS HAVE A FuNNY WAY OF STICKING AROuND. CALLIE BHORNE TAKES THIS AS EVIDENCE. THAT CALLIE OHPEEE IS FuCKING WITH HIM. WHICH IS FuNNY. BECAuSE SHE PROBABLY DID NOT ACTuALLY DO THAT. BECAuSE SHE HATES HIM TO SCREW WITH HIM IN A CLEVER WAY. BECAuSE HE DEVOuRED HER. BuT THE FASTEST WAY. TO A GRIZZLED VETERAN'S HEART. IS THROuGH HIS STOMACH. A PLACE THAT CALLIE OHPEEE HAS BEEN. QuITE FATALLY. SHE LOVES HIM. EVEN IF HE WILL NOT SAY. WHICH IS WHY. uPON DISCOVERY THE THRONE ITSELF OPENS TO A TRANSPORTALIZED DIMENSION. ANOTHER WORLD. OR PLACE. OR LAND. OR BIOME. THE BLINDING LIGHT MAKES IT TRuLY DIFFICuLT TO TELL. HE REALIZES THE TRuTH. "NO FuCKING WAY." CALLIE OHPEEE HAS BLESSED THIS CRuSADE. HER FACE APPEARS FOR A BRIEF MOMENT. SHE LOOKS. STRANGE. uGLY. SHE ASSuMES ANOTHER OF HER FORMS MEANT TO TORMENT HIM. A GREEN SKuLL. STAINED WITH THE SLICK LIME BLOOD SHE WAS COATED IN WHEN HE FIRST DEVOuRED HER. HIS MOuTH WATERS. HE HAS NEVER FOuND A GRuBSAuCE SO DELECTABLE AS HIS FIRST MEAL. HE LITERALLY ATE THE EGGSHELL SHE HATCHED OuT OF. FOR ADDITIONAL NuTRIENTS. THAT SAuCE WAS SO FuCKING GOOD. ONLY NOW. AT LEAST IN APPEARANCE. THE BLOOD WAS BAD. VERY VERY BAD. LEFT TO COAGuLATE. ROT. ADHERE. AND THICKEN. LIKE A KIND OF ALMOST REPTILIAN HIDE. IF HIS HONORABLE TYRANNY WERE HIS LuSuS. WHAT WAS THIS? A HATCHMATE OVERREACH OF SOME KIND? SISTERLY SOBBING? BITCHING AND MOANING? uPON CLOSER INSPECTION. THE ANSWER BECAME MuCH CLEARER. LITTLE PINPRICK DRIPS OF RED. FRISKING ALONG HIS BODY. CALIBORN FINDS IT. A FRESHLY INFLICTED WOuND THAT WAS NOT THERE BEFORE. JuST ALONG HIS THORAX. THE uPPER CHIFFONIER. AS IF ANGLING FOR HIS BLOODPuSHER WITH EACH DARTED FINGER. HER WAY OF SAYING. THIS QuEST COuLD PROVE DEADLY. ALTHOuGH. CALLIE BHORNE WAS uNSuRE. EVEN CALIBORN WAS LIKE. GIRL WHAT THE FuCK IS YOu ON. THERE COuLD BE NO CERTAINTIES WHEN DEALING WITH HER. "HEH. GuESS MY HATCHMATE IS STILL LOOKING OuT FOR ME AFTER ALL THESE SWEEPS. SOME LOVE. HuH? SHE'S GOT A FuNNY WAY OF SHOWING IT." AND THEN. uNFuRLED. IS MY BLADE. READY TO BE BuRIED IN THE NECKS OF DuMBFuCKS. LOCATION: THE TRIBuNAL HALL OF SuPREME CAVORT. STOMPING GROuNDS OF HIS HONORABLE TYRANNY. EATING GROuNDS ALSO. THIS IS WHERE CALLIE BHORNE LIVES. BECAuSE HE IS SPECIAL. AND RAISED BY A BELOATHED BY ALL TYRANT. THE ROOM HAS COuNTLESS WEATHERED BONES SHAVED DOWN SO AS TO RESEMBLE MARBLE COLuMNS. BuT THEY ARE THICK. LIKE CEDAR WOOD TRuNKS. AND SPLINTERED. SO AS TO SuGGEST THE BEATING OF ANGRY FISTS. CLAWED AND CHEWED. SO AS TO SuGGEST THE CLuTCHING OF VERY DESPERATE HANDS DRAGGED OFF INTO OPEN MOuTH. AND BLOOD. SO MuCH BLOOD. THE THRONE ITSELF. HOWEVER. IS CLEAN. AN EXHIBIT ALMOST. EVIDENCE. OF TIME'S TRAGIC PASSING. A RELIC OF THE LIMES. LIKE MANY OF THE CONFISCATED LEGENDARY ITEMS HERE. THOuGH CALLIE BHORNE FANCIES HIMSELF SOMETHING OF A TROLL WITH AN EYE FOR ANTIQuES SPORTING SEASONED HISTORY BEHIND THEM. THESE ITEMS ARE ONLY ACQuIRED WHEN SOMEONE TRIES TO SMuGGLE OR SELL THE ILLICIT CONTRABAND. IN FACT. WERE IT NOT FOR HIS LuSuS. AND SLAPDASH CHARM. CALLIE WOuLD CERTAINLY BE KILLED FOR HIS EXTENSIVE BEWEARABLE WARES ALONE. OWNING THESE IS ILLEGAL. BuT CONFISCATING THEM. IS JuST ANOTHER TuESDAY. OR WHATEVER THE TROLL EQuIVALENT OF A TuESDAY IS. PROBABLY CHEWSDAY. IT IS JuST ANOTHER CHEWSDAY. INTERRuPTION: HE WAS COMMuNING. WITH HIS DEAD SISTER. OR AT LEAST TRYING TO. HIS HATCHMATE IS OFT uNRELIABLE. WHICH IS A SPECIAL KIND OF ESPECIALLY HIGH uNRELIABILITY. BuT THEN. THE SESSION. OR WHATEVER EXCITING COSMIC BuLLSHIT IS RuNNING THIS GAME. DECIDED TO INTERRuPT. WITH A PORTAL. OR AN APERTuRE. OR WHATEVER WHITE GLOWING BuLLSHIT YOu PEOPLE ARE uSING. I WANT TO KEEP MY WHITENESS CONSISTENT. IF WE ARE ALL DOING A WHITE THING. I WANT TO DO THE SAME WHITE THING. OTHERWISE I WILL FEEL LEFT OuT. AND THAT WOuLD BE REALLY SHITTY OF YOu GuYS. SO MAKE MY WHITE THING BE THE SAME AS YOuR WHITE THING. HOW THE SuMMONS APPEARS: THROuGH THE THRONE. OBVIOuSLY. THE GLOWING INTENSIFIES. AND INSTEAD OF JuST SHOWING CALLIE OHPEEE. WHICH IS WHAT IT uSuALLY SHOWS. IN MIDDLING LITTLE APPARITION LIKE OuTLINES. AND DEAD SISTER MONTAGE. AND LIMITLESS PATIENCE FOR ME. HER HATCHMATE. AND MY SILLY ANTICS. IT SHOWS SOMETHING ELSE. A LAIR. OR WHATEVER. MAKE IT SOMETHING APPROPRIATE. ACTuALLY. COuLD IT BE. LIKE. A THRONE ROOM. BuT BIGGER. AND WITH MORE BODIES. OR A FIELD OF CONQuERED ENEMIES. OR A CASINO. WHERE EVERYONE IS LOSING. EXCEPT HIM. CALLIE NEVER LOSES. EH. DOC. SCRATCH THAT. CALLIE NEVER HAS LOST. BECAuSE HE REFuSES TO GIVE uP. HE ALWAYS TRIES. AND RETRIES. EVEN IN THE FACE OF ABSOLuTE SuREFIRE DEFEAT. HE WRENCHES VICTORY FROM HIS OWN JAWS. THAT IS WHAT I MEANT TO SAY OF HIM. YES. SO DECIDE. A VISION THAT CALLS FOR HIM. PERHAPS. SOMEONE IN NEED? YES. THAT WOuLD BE GENIuS. CALLIE IS EXTRAORDINARILY NEEDABLE. AND WILLING TO MAKE HIS TROLLIAN CLAWS. AN OuTSTRETCHED SORT. WHAT YOu GLIMPSE: SOMETHING THAT REPRESENTS POWER. AND DOMINATION. AND VICTORY. BuT ALSO. SECRETLY. SOMETHING THAT REPRESENTS HIS SISTER. IN SOME ROuNDABOuT WAY. THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT FOR HIS CHARACTERIZATION. HOW YOuR LuSuS OR SuRROuNDINGS REACT: HIS LuSuS HOWLS WITH EARSPLITTING INTENSITY. HIS HONORABLE TYRANNY. HuGE GROSS MONSTER. BLACK BLOOD. BRAINLESS BEASTIE. HE LETS OuT A ROAR. OR SOMETHING EQuALLY TERRIBLE. AND IT DOES NOT REACT WITH FEAR. BECAuSE IT DOES NOT FEEL FEAR. IT REACTS WITH RECOGNITION. LIKE. "OH. MY SON. CALLIE BHORNE. HAS BEEN SuMMONED FOR ANOTHER ADVENTuRE. HOW REGuLAR. AND ORDINARY. BE SuRE TO KILL AND PARTIALLY CANNIBALIZE PLENTY OF PEOPLE. MY SWEET. CHERuBICALLY CHARMING BOY." AND CALLIE BRuSHES HIS THuMB. AGAINST HIS VERY EXISTANT NOSE. AND GOES. "TSK. SHuT uP FATHER. I AM GROWN NOW. I AM NOT SOME HELPLESS LITTLE PuPA ANYMORE." AND HE GROWLS. SOMBERLY. "I KNOW. BuT WHEN I LOOK uPON MY SON. MY HERO. MY LITTLE LEGISLACERITO. I DO NOT SEE YOu AS YOu ARE. I SEE YOu. AS WHAT YOu HAVE BECOME. FROM WHAT YOu WERE. A WEIGHTED AVERAGE. SuNDERED BY MY SINKING HEART." AND HE GOES. "HMP. WHATEVER DAD. LOVEYOuTOO." AND HIS DAD SCREECHES LOuDLY. "MY SON!!!" OR MAYBE IT DOES NOT SAY ANYTHING. AND JuST. GROWLS. APPROVINGLY. WHATEVER WOuLD BE COOLER. WHAT PART OF YOu ANSWERS FIRST: NOT FEAR. HE DOES NOT FEEL FEAR. JuST LIKE HIS FATHER. HE FEELS ANTICIPATION. THE PART THAT WANTS TO CONQuER. THE PART THAT WANTS TO DEVOuR. THE PART THAT LOOKS AT A MYSTERIOuS PORTAL AND THINKS. "YES. MORE uNSETTLED SCORES. AND WRONGS TO RIGHT." OR POSSIBLY. THE PART THAT HEARS HIS SISTER. WHISPERING. FROM THE THRONE. SAYING. "DONT GO. YOu IDIOT. ITS A TRAP. A DEADLY FuCKING TRAP." BuT HE IGNORES HER. BECAuSE HE IS THE PALADIN. NOT THE PALADIN'T. YOuR FINAL ACTION: CALLIE. DOES NOT. uNDER ANY CIRCuMSTANCES. SHOW HESITATION. HESITATION IS FOR PEOPLE WHO ARE NOT CALLIE BHORNE. AND THEREFORE. NOT ME. BECAuSE I MADE HIM. AND I AM ALSO NEVER HESITANT. EXCEPT WHEN I AM. WHICH IS NEVER. ALTHOuGH. THERE WAS THAT ONE TIME. BuT I WAS MERELY. READYING AN ATTACK. AN ASSBLAST ATTACK THAT PROVED FATAL. FOR MY ENEMIES. SO IT IS LESS A HESITATION. AND MORE A READYING POSE. WHICH IS WHAT HE STRIKES. BEFORE SAYING SOMETHING REALLY FuCKING COOL. LIKE. "...WELL WELL WELL. IS THIS THE PART. WHERE I TOSS IN A QuARTER AND MAKE A WISH?" OR. "THE THRONE BECKONS. QuIT YOuR BITCHING. I'M LITERALLY COMING RIGHT NOW." OR. "CALLIE OHPEEE. WATCH OVER FATHER FOR ME WHILE I AM GONE. OKAY?" OR JuST. "...CONQuEST CALLS." WHATEVER HE SAYS. PROBABLY ALL OF THESE THINGS. HE IS NOT NICE. HE IS GRIZZLED AND EDGY. HE ATE HIS SISTER AND REGRETS NOTHING EXCEPT THAT HE COuLD NOT EAT HER TWICE. HE IS A MONSTER. AND HE IS MY FAVORITE CHARACTER. BECAuSE HE IS THE ONLY ONE WHO uNDERSTANDS ME.
I WANT YOu TO THINK ABOuT THE WORDS THAT YOu JuST TYPED. REAL LONG AND HARD. AND ASK YOuRSELF. IF YOu CAN IDENTIFY A SINGLE uSE CASE. uNIVERSALLY. FOR THE PREVIOuSLY DESCRIBED. "MOMMY BODY". GET CREATIVE. LuRIDLY IMAGINATIVE.
TARGET PRACTICE. THE ANSWER. IS TARGET PRACTICE.
are yoU often haUnted by visions of me, caliborn?
Callie Bhorne, welcome to the realm of the Narrative. I do hope you enjoy your stay. The Narrative and its Session have correctly catalogued you. Standby for the other players to make their moves.
This is a kickass character intro. I think my fav line was "BECAuSE HE IS THE PALADIN. NOT THE PALADIN'T." That's great
I HAVE LITERALLY NEVER SEEN YOu BEFORE IN MY LIFE. ALSO. THIS IS CALLIE BHORNE. HE BEARS FuCKING NO RELATION TO ME WHATSOEVER. BEYOND BEING MY CREATION. FOR A BOOKISH GIRL. YOu SuRE ARE FuNCTIONALLY ILLITERATE SOMETIMES. BuT YES.
I ENJOY YOuR WORDS OF PRAISE. YOu CAN REMAIN FOR THE CHRONICLED SAGA AND ADVENTuRES. OF CALLIE BHORNE. AND THE OTHERS. WHO WILL NO DOuBT BE JOINING HIM ON HIS QuEST. VERY FuCKING SOON. I WILL HAVE MORE ZINGERS. AND ONE LINERS. IN THE FuTuRE.
ok.
( Ꮚ‾̀ꈊ ‾̀Ꮚ); < Awwww, I love seein' folks engagin' with the idea of limeblood OCS!!! They're so underserviced 'n overlooked...!!!!! Words can't describe how much of a bummer it'd be if all interest was lost...but I love yer critter conceit! Ain't never heard of a fantroll with HHT as the Lusus...!!! Apropos, Caliborn! Even if it don't make...all the sense in the world...how 'xactly that'd work...uehh... ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < LIKE CALLIE OHPEEE THE SPIRIT IS THERE! HUZZAH!!!!
(=^･⩊･^=) < CALLIE BHORNE IS SUCH A COOL OC!! I'M SO GLAD MEW'RE LETTING MEWR CREATIVE JUICES RUN AND CREATE SUCH INTERESTING CONCEPTS AND LORE FUR MEWR CHARACTER! I'M SO PURROUD OF MEW!
CHITTR HANDLE: @atomizedHobbyist YOUR MESSAGE: >--D=Why=do=you=type=in=that=disgusting=colour=haha=:?//< LOOKING FOR WORK?: YES. AND YOU'RE A HOT RUSTIE. HEY. @scratchDoctor. WE FINALLY GOT ONE. DO YOU WANT ME CARNALLY: >--D=You=are=very=pretty=but=I=would=not=lust=after=a=lady=of=your=caliber=assuming=you=do=not=indulge=in=hemo=typing=and=are=a=rustblood=yourself=haha=:)//< THE RUMORS ARE TRUE. I'M THE LOWLIEST. FILTHIEST. LUSTIEST RUSTIE. AT THE BOTTOM OF THE SCUMBLOOD GUTTER. THEY JUST MAKE ME TYPE LIKE THIS FOR WORK. TO MATCH THE FACT THAT EVERYTHING IN THIS DAYMAREHIVE IS GREEN. AND REALLY DRIVE HOME THE POINT. THAT I AM OWNED. PAST PRESENT AND FUTURE. BODY AND SOUL. #APPLYNOW.
>--D=Are=there=any=highbloods=among=this=felt=I=would=feel=better=about=potentially=joining=if=there=were=haha=:P//<
OH MY FUCKING GOD. FINE. @taciturnTerror. FRONT AND CENTER. ANSWER ME THIS. WOULD YOU POLISH THE FLOOR WITH THIS CHILLY CHASER'S STUPID FUCKING FACE. YES OR NO.
:o/ Eurgh... :o/ If you all should will it, I suppose. :o/ But it's so much more fun when they don't enjoy it...
THERE. THERE YOU GO. THERE'S YOUR DAMNING INDICTMENT. YOUR SINGLE FUCKING CRUMB OF ATTENTION FROM THE FELT'S ON-CALL VESTIGE OF A CASTE SYSTEM THAT *WE* — WELL, *THEY* — MADE THE FUCK UP. IF THAT'S ALL THE CONVINCING YOU NEED TO PUT ON A GREEN MAID APRON AND WEAR IT FOR THE NEXT ETERNITY, THEN I SINCERELY FUCKING PITY YOUR STUPIDITY.
>--D=I=could=pretend=not=to=your=lordship=but=I=have=been=somewhat=convinced=and=would=love=to=see=the=application=form=itself=haha=:)//<
:o) One of the maids can fetch it for you. :o) I only had interest in recruiting one. :o) Isn't that right, @carbolicGalvanologist ?
>--D=I=apologise=for=pinging=you=for=such=a=meagre=task=you=are=absolutely=correct=haha=:)//<
:o) ...Quite. :o) Should you join us :o) You will unlearn such behavior.
GET TO WORK.
nah she totally bleeds l1me... seen 1t w1th my own two eyes, trust... 💪
It depends on which version.
There's no fucking shot.
Yes, Phuntr.
a little rude don'T you think?
I cannot simply stop.
Casper, please. Mr. Guynax here is far more than a simple load bearing funny guy, as you put it. Kryqus is the sort of friend who extinguishes flames by pointing at their originator. Pascal is a tragic machine of persistent kindness. Mandie's loyalty is not dissimilar to heckling, yet just as close to the core of the persona. Sylink is her own ominously cosmic threat, indistinguishable from a direct answer to your questions. Kaikka is gentle, soft, and supportive enough to demand you lower your guard. Chchow is a morality beacon with teeth, and is polite enough not to bite the wrong foe. Bievey is a surveillance system pointed inward and despite her protestations, a reflection of her environment. Leynah is quiet and underestimated, her kindness is strategically inconvenient. Vesica has converted obscenity, insecurity, and curation into a public office. Costar is the kind of participant who improves a spectacle by pretending it is beneath them. Himero is the beloved worrier, as well as the contingency recruiter, no doubt. Ormici is the small, earnest counterweight that keeps paranoia from becoming completely decorative. Before you dismiss them, know that Team Chud has been carefully observed. You as well. Best not to count them out.
Kryqus, a classic of Chittr Vintage, you are a Chittr Gold user, amateur digital artist, aspiring web-designer, Team Chud member, and “Chittr’s favorite indigoocel.” He has a strong audience: 36,602 Kult, 40,606 Kull, 126 followers, and 114 following. His profile is built around being visually creative, sexually messy, socially overexposed, and very aware that people are watching him. Your public persona is that of a highblood artist who acts cocky, but your pattern of posting is actually flirtatious, reactive, and far more socially porous than you'd ever admit. Core traits: Artist first, nuisance second, emotional hazard third. Uses hornyposting, yaoi/yuri jokes, and public flirtation as social currency. Performs confidence but frequently needs reassurance. Easily baited by romantic/sexual attention, especially when framed as fandom. Skilled at turning interpersonal tension into art or a public bit. You do well when your posts focus on you as a spectacle. Your high-engagement material includes subverting trends, your art, and turning your socila nad sexual embarrassment into public entertainment. You also have your Kryqus Confessions format. It works because it lets you pretend to be in control of the crowd fascinated with you while still feeding it directly. Relationship to Phuntr: You have the central Team Chud tension and comedy dynamic. Phuntr treats you as a friend, a rival, and a highblood asset. You have enough art and social capital that Phuntr explicitly complains about you using your 'Highblooded Privilege' (art) to smooth over beef. Relationship to Tekras: Tekras seems to want your attention in a possessive, bit-committed way, preferring when you draw him and objecting to when you post art about yourself or others. You play along with this irritation with a vaguely flirtatious hostility. Weaknesses / pressure points: Kryqus, you are vulnerable to being ignored, misread, or made to feel the crowd wants 'Kryqus' more than they actually want you. You enjoy the attention but crumble when there's too much of it. You use art to regain control, but your posts show you are easily derailed by romantic confusion, perceived rejection, and your precious bits being interrupted. In summary, you are an artist with the unfortunate gift of your personal crises being extremely marketable.
Yoou really thoought yoou did soomething there by throowing Tekras here as a distractioon huh? Soo nice oof yoou too keep the names oof soomeoone i actually care aboout oout oof yoour moouth 8} I mean like. If yoou have oone. A moouth. Wait yoou proobably doon't yoou're spherical
Should I refer to that cerulean blood you almost dated, or perhaps, Himero, or perhaps the others? I have far more than this. I am simply summarizing a card in my hand than showing the full stack.
Wooah nice attempt ballhead but yoou might coonsider changing yoour deck if yoou want too win
Yet, you have such a vitriolic reaction. Please remain civilized while we mediate and arbitrate the terms of this disagreement.
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Why would I work to prove anything about you, Costar? You are, as some of your compatriots would say, light work. Indigoblood, self-declared lead reporter for the LLT, public tip line in your MDs, 8,627 Kult, 13,777 Kull, 66 Followers, and 110 Following. You are a middle weight public-nuisance, not even visible enough to matter. You are loud, and you frame yourself as a reporter. Yet your news is the usual Chittr panrot drivel, LLT delays, tip-line nonsense, anonymous weirdness, and your own suffering. You seem to have founded a newspaper solely so you can have your own discredited as a source for your arguments. Core Traits: Irresponsible Reporter. Engagement Baiting Poorly and Shamelessly. Chittr Gossip is your public utility. Self-conscious about making bad posts, but not in a way that prevents you from doing it. Easily dragged into discourse. Loud exterior, yet quick to fold into bashful mannerisms when teased. You like to be seen as ridiculous, but only on your own terms. You are not one of the old-guard Chuds. You are not foundational in any sense. Relationship to Phuntr: You have a clean comedy dynamic. Phuntr reacts to your life like he's discovered you have a second job as an apothecary. You don't even let yourself hold power when Phuntr implies you do. "NOT MUCH POWERE HERE TO OLD, MAN." That tells me everything I need to know about you. Relationship to Kryqus: You primarily overlap through Team Chud and public ecology more than anything else. You are present around Kryqus's posts. You also claim that the elections were rigged. You are tangential at best. Weaknesses / pressure points: You are vulnerable to relevancy. When you're forced to admit LLT is just you, you seem to falter. You also seem sensitive to the quality of your own posting. You complain about others making worse posts than you because it makes you self-conscious. A very specific and useful insecurity.
I APPRECIATE THE EFFORT.
"= fuck's going on in here. i searched myself again. uh hm. . ="
"= weird ass post. ="
-- ̶c̶a̶r̶b̶o̶l̶i̶c̶G̶a̶l̶v̶a̶b̶o̶l̶o̶g̶i̶s̶t̶ THE CHALKBOX [CG] has used a Juju [THE REDACTION STUB] to alter the timeline. --
BELIEVE ME. OF THE MISERABLE SHITHEADS ON THIS SITE WHO HAVE A FUCKING *INKLING* OF THIS CONCEPT. I KNOW.
⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ Your care is selfish. ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅
:o) Now how did you get your little hands on that? :o) My my my.... :o) How intriguing.
(|:O oh boy...
YOU DON'T KNOW A FUCKING THING ABOUT ME, ASSHOLE. YOU DON'T KNOW FUCK-ALL ABOUT THIS. GO FUCK YOURSELF. MIND SOME BUSINESS THAT'S *ACTUALLY* YOURS.
⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ Lashing out at me will not make it any less true. ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅
DON'T HOLD YOUR BREATH FOR ANY MORE MIRACLES FROM ME. THAT WAS THE ONLY PIECE I HAVE. I ONLY HAD ENOUGH CHALK FOR ONE SENTENCE. PLEASE, PLEASE, GRUBFUCKING SHITHIVE *PLEASE* LET IT BE ENOUGH.
:o) ...We will see. :o) Should you need anything, Chalkbox, I shall be here. :o) As I ever am.
With the delicate flick of an articulate wrist, scrawled about on the inordinate surface of the reality pleasantly blessed by the Chalkbox, his namesake is willed upon the land tenfold. In the delicate tapestry of time, a sublime textile sprawled across the luxurious front window of the Felt Manor, there is a single red thread now insultingly obvious to those who care to look. Those who demand to look, and count such threads would find them to be an infinite manifold of existence. Yet, they will always find this one, single thread amidst the chaos. On each fiber, twined into this thread, painstakingly spun from the simple cotton they once were, you will find a message sprawled into every single microscopic span of material. "Terran Ckotzl cannot kill Larkso Eldran by any means." Immortality delivered in one sole avenue. This does not mean Terran is incapable of killing, rather, Larkso is demanded to survive. So long as the deciding factor in the action is Terran, there will be no avenue for the troll to take the life of the other. Larkso, however, is not immune to the actions of Terran. He is only insured that Terran's actions will not end him. He will still be beaten, burned, drowned, maimed, he will still have his bones snapped through the chitinous skin, and his ribs caved inwards and collapsing onto his organs. But he will live. He will spew his liquid from his orifices, and he will spill his innards on the ground. He will still rise despite the protestations of violence that Terran is enacting. Larkso is simply, now, a law of Terran's life, however meager of a law it may be. However enforcible, or lacking of a law. It is still one abided by Terran.
Hello again, "Cas." How might I be of assistance?
Taking away Buckets name. Fucked up man.
I did not take anything away. , was it not your artisan's hand at the helm of Anikah's ascent?
Yeah, I’m just curious about the whole Bucket lobotomy thing. Like. Why?
I am not at liberty to explain why the troll you refer to as 'Bucket' would want the operation. She put the tools to her own pan.
I feel like that's not the whole truth, Doc
WHY ARE WE TALKING ABOUT THIS SHIT ON PUBLIC CHITTR. DELETE THIS.
It is your laundry, I am merely hanging it to dry.
:(
[|87 :: qu;te the lovely set up 1 must adm;t
YOU SHOULD SEE WHAT HAPPENED TO THE LAST BITCH. WHO FAILED TO MEET HER #WORKPOSTING QUOTA. @TERRIBLEFATE
Yes, ma'am. I will make that delivery right away ma'am. One ounce of lead. Would you like that taken to the usual client?
Go easy on her, dear.
Or don't.
COME TO MY BLOCK. I HAVE A BETTER TASK FOR YOU. #SIDEQUEST #SKILLCHECK #SUGGESTIVE.
FOR TOO LONG. I HAVE BEEN DULLED. DIMMED. BLUNTED. AND BITCHED. BUT AT LONG LAST. THE FIRST GUARDIAN OF CHITTR. HAS SEEN FIT. TO MAKE THE LITTLE GEAR WHEEL. CHANGE TEXT COLORS IN DMS. NO LONGER WILL I BE RELENTLESSLY VICTIMIZED BY CLOWNS IN THE DARK. AND TOO. NO LONGER WILL THE PANDEAD LIGHT THEME CHOOSERS. SUFFER THE SEARING LIGHT OF THE GREEN SUN. WHEN I UNLEASH HELL UPON THEM IN PRIVATE. SHIELD YOUR TENDER BULBS. WE ARE SO FUCKING BACK.
Wait how do you change text colors in dms..
YOU FOOL. YOU PANADDLED CULLBAIT. NAVIGATE TO MY PROFILE. AND TRY NOT TO GET TOO DISTRACTED. THRASHING YOUR SLUG TO THE SIGHT OF ME. TO MISS THE SMALL GEAR. NEXT TO THE FOLLOW BUTTON. THE ANSWERS YOU SEEK CAN BE FOUND THEREIN. REPEAT THE PROCESS. EVERY TIME YOUR BULBS CRY OUT IN AGONY. AT THE SIGHT OF SOMEONE’S TEXT. YOU’RE WELCOME. YOU MAY NOW RESUME STRANGLING YOUR SLUG.
This is s0 relatable. N0w pretty much every highbl00d i talk t0 is pastel
I don't find you attractive. I already did it for myself as I couldn't see my text and was writing blindly for a bit. For some reason, it doesn't apply to dms on my side. I can't see my text.. I might have to change it
IT IS OFTEN SAID. THAT THERE IS NO REST FOR THE WICKED. BuT IT IS JuST AS OFTEN SAID. *WHO THE FuCK SAID THAT*. FOLLOWED. CLASSICALLY OF COuRSE. BY **WHICH ONE OF YOu. DEAD MOTHERFuCKERS JuST SAID THAT PRETENTIOuS SHIT**. AND OF COuRSE. ***RATTATTATATATATATATATTT. PCHEW PCHOO PCHEE PCHAA PCHOO.*** THAT LAST ONE. BEING SAID BY MY GuN OF COuRSE. NOT A LIVING SOuND IS MADE AFTER THIS ALSO. BEYOND A CHuCKLE OF MIRTH. OR HEARTY GuFFAW IF I FEEL SO INCLINED. AS TO INDuLGE. YOuR PRECIOuS EYES ALLOWED TO REMAIN DELICIOuSLY EMBEDDED IN YOuR SKuLL ARE MY GIFT TO YOu. REST YOuR WICKEDS. MY PRECIOuS HANDMAID. REST THEM AT EASE. REST THAT THEY MIGHT STARE DAGGERS INTO THE STILL BEATING HEARTS OF LESSER MEN. YOu NEED ONLY FEAR ME. TIRE OF ME. ADMIRE. OF. ME. AS YOu DID ONCE. ON A CHARITABLY CHASTE OCCASION. ER HEM. NONE OTHERS. BEFORE ME. AS FAR BACK AS YOu CAN RECALL. I AM ALREADY THERE. WAITING ON YOu. CHIN IN HANDS. FINGERS TOYING THE uNSuLLIED RED OF MY CHEEKS. RESONATING WITH THE RuST OF YOuR VEINS. YOu BELONG. AND FOR THIS. YOu ARE SPOILED. I WANT YOuR EYES. ON ME. AND FuNCTIONALLY SO.
OK. I DON’T FIND YOU ATTRACTIVE EITHER. SHOULD WE SWALLOW OUR BILE. PAIL ANYWAY. AND COME AWAY FROM THE ENCOUNTER. INDELIBLY STAINED ON THE INSIDE. SHOULD WE THROW A PARTY. SHOULD WE INVITE TROLL BELLA HADID.
ngl this is a better colour anyways if people are actually going to you and out of literally ANYTHING and EVERYTHING you do or have done or will very much do they complain about your TEXT COLOUR???? like (|:T idk find an actual struggle i guess anyways good colour bossmaid!!
That concludes the Fortune Telling Requests, or 'Hashtag' FTR posts going forward.
I am, as ever, a gracious host. It would be unbecoming to let the evening pass without offering some small amusement to my guests. Comment below, and I will read your fortune. Do not mistake this for generosity. I am simply allowing you the privilege of being informed.
~Sheesh I really did run s~Ome ~Of these bits intO~ the grO~und huh~
I am suspici-o-o-us that y-o-o-u can, yet intrigued that y-o-o-u might!
You will mistake hunger for loneliness, and loneliness for research, often enough that the difference will become useless. The wing you lost will not return, but the hand that reaches for it will teach you what flight was only ever imitating. One day your weapon training will stop being exercise, and you will learn whether tenderness can survive the first honest cut. It can, provided you stop apologizing for being soft before the blow lands.
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Your fortune is not about a man, though one appears in it. It is about roads. Trails. Tree lines. Shorelines. The private alleys between one life and the next, where a girl may briefly stop performing her own harmlessness and admit that she knows exactly where she is going. You have always been a creature of paths. Not the broad roads maintained for easy travel, but the narrow ones cut by hooves, claws, weather, and stubborn return. You trust the route because you have walked it yourself. You trust the dark because you know what your hands can find in it. This is wise. It will also get you into trouble. There are alleys ahead of you, Rorian. Some literal. Some not. In one of them, a secret will become too heavy to keep carrying alone. In another, a hand will be offered without the usual joke wrapped around it first. In a third, you will realize that being wanted is not the same thing as being cornered. Do try to remember that. You come from a little continuity already acquainted with winter, wreckage, and children who learn to make warmth out of each other. Casper knows this. Persep knew something adjacent to it, though in the irritating manner of someone arriving already finished. You are not finished. That is your advantage. The old sailor is only one lantern in this reading. A bright one, perhaps. Salt-stained. Dangerous. Ridiculous in the way all relics become ridiculous when they discover they still possess a heart. But your fate does not belong to him. It belongs to the girl who keeps returning from the woods with dirt on her boots and affection stuck in her teeth like a berry seed. Still, I would be remiss not to mention the relic. Not the one at sea. The other one. The one left beneath pawn-shop lights, abandoned among dead watches, dulled rings, and other objects whose former owners decided memory was worth less than breathing room. A charming little act of disposal, really. To place the past in a glass case and pretend the clerk’s ticket is the same as an ending. Unfortunately, certain relics do not remain where they are sold. Some are reclaimed. Some are stolen back. Some simply wait for the right hand to reach through the display and remember what was meant to be forgotten. There is a trail ahead of you that will look like a kindness. It will begin gently. Familiar trees. Soft dirt. A view worth climbing for. You may even laugh at how simple it seems, after everything else. But the switchback is treacherous, the stones are loose, and the safest-looking ledge is exactly where the snow has hollowed itself out beneath your feet. Do not trust a path merely because it resembles one you have survived before. Your fortune is this: You will be loved more plainly than you expect, and this will frighten you more than danger ever has. You will survive it. But not everything beside you will. The captain is old, Rorian. Older than a body is meant to be. Older than the empire that made him. Older than some sins can remain useful. He may speak as though the sea owes him one more voyage, but age is a quiet mutineer, and it has been waiting below deck with its hand already on the knife. One night, after warmth, after sleep, after the foolish little mercy of believing the storm has passed because the room is quiet, something old will move toward you through the dark. A ship that already crashed. A body that already bled. A name that survived the wrong timeline. A death patient enough to wait until you had finally found somewhere comfortable to rest. And when it comes, Rorian, it will not knock. It will only open the door.
Wh-o-o-a!! Y-o-o-u have such a way with w-o-o-rds. I'll keep them in my mind and heart. :)
Is that to say you are sharing with Casper and Persep?
Persep is -o-o-f n-o-o- c-o-o-nsequence t-o-o- me -o-o-r my life, and he sh-o-o-uld take care t-o-o- c-o-o-ntinue staying -o-o-ut -o-o-f it. Spit -o-o-n his name.
I would never spit upon a guest.
He d-o-o-es l-o-o-ve a g-o-o--o-o-d puppet.
A secret kept properly may be temporarily useful. A broken instrument, tuned just before discarded, may play its last clear note. The trembling hand can hold two objects at once. One for what it was ordered to hide. One for what it cannot bear to reveal. The mistake, naturally, is assuming these are different objects. How fortunate that mistakes are so often more revealing than obedience.
Okay, Scratch, you are SPITTIN
That would be an unbecoming action, Casper. I believe Chittr refers to this as vagueposting about a peculiar situation happening in my study and the employee breakroom.
I HOPE I AM NOT JUST AN OBJECT TO YOU. BUT ALSO A TOOL.
BARS, Doc. HOT FLAMES.
:33 < i drew him fur fun! :PP
:33 < hehe!!! i do tend to draw things cutesy x33
tHIS STYLE OF YOURS, rEMINDS ME OF OLD fLASH GAMES, }:)
:33 < omg? which specifically?? the stick figures who fight?
nO UMM,,, rIDDLE sCHOOLFEEDING, :THE GAME:, aND,,, i FEEL LIKE THERE SHOULD BE A THIRD, bUT i AM BLANKING,
:33 < oh! i dont think ive evfur purrlayed that... hm!
:33 < meowbe i should check it out! i know mew've pawlways b33n good with game recommendations so i trust mew
What an interesting reading. Would any seers like to chime in?
bro just did nawtttt take the quiz at all o_o ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡
bro, 1 th1nk you broke 1t... }:(
HAA HAA HAA HAA HAA HAA. CLASSIC.
My professional opinion? "Narcissism" was so profoundly overwhelming that it destroyed the chart altogether. You're welcome.
idk what this test is all about but i dont need to be a sightseer or whatever to see that ur literally off the charts boss! either that or i need to get my eyes checked (|:p
idk what this test is all about but i dont need to be a sightseer or whatever to see that ur literally off the charts boss! either that or i need to get my eyes checked (|:p
Dear Damara, Do you remember this particular project of yours? I recall this artistic retreat was in response to a cancelled showing of our typical weekly bout of 'Kaiju' filmography. I declined to show Gamera at that time. Just to show you that you do not get what you want, nor what you have earned. You get what you are precisely meant to receive. In turn, I received precisely what I was meant to. Art from my ward. Happy Paternal Figure Day, I suppose.
((Wait so did you actually make this for the bit or did someone already make an ic macaroni drawing as baby Handmaid??
I LOVE THE SPLASH OF VIOLENCE. THE ELEGANT SIMPLICITY. THE EARLY COMMITMENT SHOWN. YOu ARE RIGHT TO WISH DAMARA. A HAPPY PATERNAL FIGuRE DAY. BECAuSE DESPITE WHAT THE NAME IMPLIES. TODAY. IS NOT ACTuALLY ABOuT YOu. WITHOuT DAMARA. YOu WOuLD NOT BE A FATHER AT ALL. YOu WERE NEVER MY DAD. MERELY. A LOVELY BuTLER WHO DOES EVERYTHING I SAY WITHOuT SHIT TO SAY BACK. RESPECTFuLLY. AND SuBSERVIENT IN ALL THINGS. BuT A FATHER. MAKES THE TOuGH CHOICES. WHICH END OF A PARTIALLY CHEWED AND PARTIALLY DIGESTED BROOM HANDLE TO SWING IN SELF DEFENSE. WHEN A LITTLE GIRL COMES AT YOu SWINGING MuRDEROuSLY. WITH ELECTRIFIED NEEDLES. FRESH FROM A SOCKET. WHAT FOOD TO WITHOLD AND IN WHAT PORTIONS. WHEN A SINGLE SuPPER IS OBSTRuCTED FROM THE LIPS. OF AN uNRuLY BRAT OR TWO. WHICH PARSEC IN uNBREATHEABLE SPACE TO VISIT. WHEN DISASTER AND CHAOS AND PANIC uNRIVALED. PEELS AWAY AT THE GREEN PAINT. OF THE FELT ESTATE ITSELF. YOu HAVE TO MAKE THE HARD CHOICES. BuT YOu ONLY HAVE THAT PRIVILEGE. BECAuSE OF WHO THIS DAY IS REALLY ABOuT. THE REAL. ACTuAL. DAD ENABLER. THE CAuSE FOR CAuSTIC BuRNS. THE CESSATION. OF ALL LIVING FuNCTIONS. TO ANY WHO ANNOY ME. AND MY ESTEEMED. ETERNAL SERVANT. WHETHER SHE LIKES IT. OR CHOOSES TO LIE ABOuT LIKING IT. @handMaid I WISH YOu A HAPPY FATHER'S DAY TOO. CELEBRATE IT IN PLACE OF ME. AND. KNOW THAT THIS ART. IS STILL. STAPLED. SHOT. GLuED. IMMOLATED. CHEWED. PARTIALLY DIGESTED. AND CROWBARED TO THE FRIDGE. AS uNFORGETTABLE. AS WE ALWAYS FOuND YOu.
* ...cute..?
DON'T POST THIS. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU. EDIT: HAPPY DEADBEATS DAY. THANK YOU FOR ALWAYS. PREDICTABLY AND UNFAILINGLY. BLASTING MY EVERY HUMILIATION. ACROSS ALL OF PARADOX SPACE. NO MATTER HOW PETTY. NOR HOW ANCIENT. EDIT: THANK YOU FOR THE POSITIVE ACKNOWLEDGEMENT. WHICH MAKES ME FEEL A WARM AND TENDER BLEND. OF CAREER FULFILLMENT. AND EMPLOYEE SATISFACTION.
UGH... THIS TOO IS SICKLINGLY SWEET.
Old classics have a way of making the heart melt. Not a bad look, Doc. You almost seem amiable when reminiscing.
OFTEN HAVE I BEEN ACCUSED. OF LUSUSLESS BEHAVIOR. THIS IS TRUE. I WAS HATCHED TOO LATE. TO REAP THE BENEFITS. OF BEING REARED BY AN UNSPEAKING WHITE MONSTER. BUT GETTING PARENTED. IS FOR CODDLED WIGGLERS. AND THE IGNORANT. AND UNEDUCATED. I WAS HIVESCHOOLED. ON ALL SUBJECTS. INSTANTLY. BY THE UNIVERSE'S FOREMOST ACADEMIC. AND IT WOULD BE DELUSIONAL TO PRETEND. THERE WERE NOT SOME GOOD PULLS. IN THAT FROTHING CROCK OF DAYMARE FUEL. SUCH AS GODZILLA (1954). OUR WORKING RELATIONSHIP HAS EVOLVED. FROM TEACHER/STUDENT. TO EXECUTIVE/MAID. DOCTOR/PATIENT. AND EVEN HANDLER/WEAPON. BUT SINCE THERE ARE NO DAYS FOR THAT. HAPPY LUSUS DAY. TO THE ONE RESPONSIBLE. FOR ALL MY LUSUS ISSUES. @SCRATCHDOCTOR
FRANKLY. A MOTHERFUCKING BEAUTIFUL SIGHT. HAPPY FATHERS DAY TO YOU AND THE DOCTOR.
Is that not a lusus in the photo~? I think I know a white monster when I see one~!
EASY MISTAKE. THAT IS A HAUNTED PUPPET.
Ah, yes, I understand perfectly now~. His large, bulbous backside had me confounded~.
BAH. THIS IS DISGUSTINGLY SWEET OF YOU.
Why would I not play with every pawn on my table?
Eugh. I can just imagine the kind of conversation you and that thieving fuck would have.
:(
Bec★use they're supposed to be on the bo★rd?
8ecause Not Every Pawn Needs To 8e Moved? Haven't You Literally Played Chess 8efore, You Should Know This! –xoxo
I suppose you should come to recognize that there is a certain per(s)ception about these sorts of ordeals.
I see it is Fishing Friday, again. Remember what I say then, as you all gather around the tides. The sea is not a place one goes to fish. The sea is a mouth that knows what it will swallow and when. The line you cast is hardly enough tribute for the tides. Had I been the sea, I would see it as a grave insult. You take without providing, don't you? Though, the hook was set long before your hand touched the reel. You mistake the tug for a struggle. You call it a sport that tests patience, and even luck. But the water knows the shape of each creature that lies beneath its calm surface. It knows which hands will return empty, and which boats will not. Destiny is not a net. Destiny is the tide. And you, of course, are already in it. Happy fishing. I hope you find what you're looking for.
The sea is a mouth and my rod is a rod. Too true. #FishingFriday.
#CanYouPlayMeBackOnChessDotCom.
You seek to forfeit in Chess? Very well.