
THE DOCTOR
@snaggedWritings
SCIENTIST

Drinking some green goo #lifestyle

my egg #breakfast
#VOIDPOSTING

[ENTRY 17] [FUCK. FUCK. FUUUUUUUUUUUCK. HE DIED. SO QUICKLY. I THOUGHT HE’D LAST. A LITTLE LONGER. I CHASED HIM ACROSS THE STARS. I TRIED TO PROLONG IT. BUT HE FUCKING. FUCK. WHY DID HE HAVE TO DIE SO EASILY. WHY COULDN’T HE HAVE LASTED. I THOUGHT HE WAS. A WORTHY OPPONENT. I THOUGHT HE WAS… I’M DONE WITH THIS STUPID BULLSHIT UNIVERSE. I’VE TORN APART EVERY TIME INSIDE OF IT. THAT I COULD. THAT WAS THE ONLY THING LEFT. I WILL MAKE SURE MY SUMMONING IS COMPLETED. AND THEN MOVE ON TO THE NEXT.]

My vessel often encounters lost lands again.
HOW INCONVENIENT. WHEN ATTEMPTING THE VERY VERY FAMILIAR SURVEY, MY TEST WAS INTERRUPTED BETWEEN QUESTIONS 57 AND 58. THIS IS AN ISSUE. HTTPS://FILE.GARDEN/XASN_1TSSGUYUT-R/CHITTR/IMAGE_TREE.PNG
* THERE ARE THINGS ABOVE AND THINGS BELOW * ALL THE THINGS ARE HERE AND THERE * SO NEAR SO FAR SO WHEREVER THEY ARE!

Through the darkness of future past The magician longs to see. One chants out between two worlds Fire walk with me.
I saw something. I saw something that was not there. What.
MY MACHINE FOR CROSS-UNIVERSAL TRANSPORT OF PEOPLE AND OBJECTS OF DEMONIC PROPORTION (SUCH AS PUPPETS) WILL BE COMPLETE WITHIN 5 DAYS.

sshe iss ssorry if sshe doessn't messssage you back. it'ss ssimply that darknessss took her and sshe faded from time and sspace. alien sstarss wheeled overhead and nightss melted together into a river longer than the lifetime of a universse. sshe iss back now, sshe hopess you are good
fun fact: mꙮst prꙮphecies dꙮn't call peꙮple by their legal names, usually sticking tꙮ terms such as "the herꙮ", "the mage", "the guy whꙮ's gꙮing tꙮ be eaten alive by variꙮus farm animals", etc. if yꙮur future has been predicted by a centuries-ꙮld text, yꙮu can either: 1. change yꙮur rꙮle in the stꙮry. with a cꙮuple ꙮf days ꙮf training, yꙮu can stꙮp being "the alchemist plagued by the knꙮwledge ꙮf his fate", and start being "the beekeeper". 2. cause the tragic event described in the prꙮphecy, but ꙮn yꙮur ꙮwn terms. are yꙮu gꙮing tꙮ "lꙮse yꙮur hand" physically, ꙮr get a sickness, tempꙮrarily preventing yꙮu frꙮm using it? - The Mystical Potion Seller Guy Man

:33 < furrce f33ds mew pawder that makes mew gr33n
I PAINTED MY CLAWS TODAY. APPARENTLY, THE OFFICE RULES SAY NOTHING ABOUT A LITTLE BIT OF COLOR ON THE ENDS OF OUR FRONDS, SO FUCK IT. GREEN IT IS.
Ah, the bunker. What a fun place to be..
OOPS DO NOT NEED THEM SEEING THAT

















