:o) #KurlozAnswers :o) Who's calling in...? :o) @emotionalCorpse :o) Ah, Mr. D'Amore! A pleasure. :o) Q: :o)? :o(? :o) A: :o( :o( Well...I am most sorry to see that. :o) But perhaps an answer can change that? :o) Q: Do you agree to the possibility of seizure? :o) A: Yes would it ever be any different with us? :o) Q: Do you plead fealty to our Lord of Double Death? :o) A: Yes :o) You never did seem like someone to bow to idols...anymore. :o) And for your question... :o) "just a heads up, will break that contract from last question lmfao XD faithfulness isn’t quite my strong suit, but whatever my question to you is, what is the most painful thing you’ve put a troll through or gone through, dealer’s choice which you answer though please, don’t spare us the details" :o) To spare those on the timeline a most unfortunate lurching, I shall talk about myself. :o) And also say. :o) #Violence #Gore #Horror #Body-horror :o) I have sort of a skewed view on these things so I'm just covering my bases there. :o) I think the most pain I've ever been through was when dearest @handMaid needed to make a spectacle out of highblood execution back in the old days. :o) Well...Old days for you, hm? :o) For me, it was honestly relatively recent. Perhaps only a thousand or so sweeps ago? i was put to the chains and dragged through the streets on the back of a cart. stones dug into every part of me and lit up my nervous system from all angles. grit bore into the pores of me, boulders shredded at my grub scars. i was pulled until i was brought to a table in the woods. prepared just for me, i'd bet. lowbloods of every motherfuckin' shade surrounded me, but i only had eyes for one. you remember, right, damara? how i looked at you then. how my pan flashed into yours and i told you not to hold nothin' back. and to your utmost credit, sister, YOU WERE LIKE FIRE. i was placed upon my deathcupe and she began with her murder most foul. she cut at my skin first. shallow, enough to draw blood but only nicks. i watched the purple leak out of me like grape faygo singing BEAUTIFUL motherfucking rivers. i shivered at the touch of chill my blood brought up to my skin, gritting my teeth into the cuts. she whispered in my ear, only loud enough for my ass to hear. "IT'S JUST YOU AND ME. IGNORE THEM. FOCUS ON HOW *I* MAKE YOU FEEL." she didn't say another word after that, just lay into me with the quickness. i felt her knife carve into fat and meat and touch to bone and my whole body *rocked* with the agony of it. though my tongue was cut out long ago, i still felt my squawk blister sore with the screaming. i squirmed and writhed in my restraints, felt her take somethin' *hot* and cauterize a few of the worst ones shut. she wanted to prolong my suffering. i think my vision gave out after some time, or maybe i was just squeezing my eyes shut, but eventually it blended into a downright SYMPHONY of frustration and agony. it felt like minutes passed into hours into sweeps of torture. my skin peeled, my flesh was marked and claimed, and my blood shed for the beauty of it. it was brutality, it was ferocity, it was... PERFECTION. :o) ...Or perhaps I made all of that up. :o) After all, how could a troll ever come back from that? :o) Hee hee :o) Haa haa :o) Hoo hoo
JUST SPRAYING OUR BUSINESS. ACROSS ALL OF CHITTR. LIKE A FIRST-TIMER MISSING THE PAIL AND HITTING THE FLOOR.
my curiosity has pulled your business from behind closed doors, sorry for the intrusion, though i must say an artist of the flesh is an artist nonetheless #gore
:o) Hee hee. :o) My apologies. I have a soft spot for Mr. D'Amore.
ALL YOUR SPOTS ARE SOFT.
:o) Hah. Hah. Hah. :o) Guilty.