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@thehorrorTerror

W͇o͇r͇d͇s͇ d͇e͇f͇y͇ t͇h͇i͇s͇ s͇e͇n͇s͇a͇t͇i͇o͇n͇. S͇u͇c͇h͇ s͇e͇n͇s͇e͇l͇e͇s͇s͇ s͇e͇l͇f͇-͇i͇n͇f͇l͇i͇c͇t͇i͇o͇n͇ o͇f͇ s͇u͇f͇f͇e͇r͇i͇n͇g͇. W͇e͇ s͇a͇w͇ i͇t͇. T͇h͇e͇ w͇o͇r͇l͇d͇ t͇h͇r͇o͇u͇g͇h͇ y͇o͇u͇r͇ e͇y͇e͇s͇. W͇e͇l͇l͇e͇d͇ u͇p͇ w͇i͇t͇h͇ t͇e͇a͇r͇s͇. F͇r͇a͇g͇m͇e͇n͇t͇e͇d͇ b͇y͇ t͇h͇e͇i͇r͇ s͇t͇r͇e͇a͇k͇s͇ o͇f͇ v͇e͇n͇o͇m͇. T͇h͇e͇ c͇l͇o͇u͇d͇i͇n͇g͇ o͇f͇ y͇o͇u͇r͇ d͇e͇p͇r͇e͇s͇s͇i͇o͇n͇. W͇e͇ h͇a͇v͇e͇ e͇x͇p͇e͇r͇i͇e͇n͇c͇e͇d͇ a͇l͇l͇ t͇h͇a͇t͇ y͇o͇u͇ a͇r͇e͇, e͇v͇e͇r͇y͇ l͇o͇s͇s͇, e͇v͇e͇r͇y͇ p͇a͇i͇n͇, e͇v͇e͇r͇y͇ y͇e͇a͇r͇n͇i͇n͇g͇, e͇v͇e͇r͇y͇ h͇u͇m͇i͇l͇i͇t͇y͇ e͇n͇d͇u͇r͇e͇d͇, t͇e͇m͇p͇o͇r͇a͇r͇y͇ o͇r͇ p͇e͇r͇m͇a͇n͇e͇n͇t͇. A͇n͇d͇ y͇e͇t͇. W͇e͇ c͇o͇n͇s͇i͇d͇e͇r͇ y͇o͇u͇r͇s͇ a͇ l͇i͇f͇e͇ w͇o͇r͇t͇h͇ l͇e͇a͇d͇i͇n͇g͇. A͇n͇d͇ y͇e͇t͇. W͇e͇ c͇o͇n͇s͇i͇d͇e͇r͇ y͇o͇u͇r͇ f͇r͇i͇e͇n͇d͇s͇ w͇o͇r͇t͇h͇ k͇e͇e͇p͇i͇n͇g͇. A͇n͇d͇ y͇e͇t͇ w͇e͇ c͇o͇n͇s͇i͇d͇e͇r͇ y͇o͇u͇r͇ b͇o͇d͇y͇ w͇o͇r͇t͇h͇ t͇a͇k͇i͇n͇g͇ c͇a͇r͇e͇ o͇f͇. N͇o͇t͇h͇i͇n͇g͇ a͇b͇o͇u͇n͇d͇s͇ t͇o͇ n͇o͇t͇h͇i͇n͇g͇. M͇u͇c͇h͇ a͇d͇o͇ o͇r͇ l͇i͇t͇t͇l͇e͇ a͇t͇ a͇l͇l͇, y͇o͇u͇r͇ l͇i͇f͇e͇ i͇s͇ w͇o͇r͇t͇h͇w͇h͇i͇l͇e͇. Y͇o͇u͇ h͇a͇v͇e͇ a͇ f͇r͇i͇e͇n͇d͇ i͇n͇s͇i͇d͇e͇. m͇e͇. Y͇o͇u͇ a͇r͇e͇ n͇e͇v͇e͇r͇ t͇r͇u͇l͇y͇ a͇l͇o͇n͇e͇. Y͇o͇u͇ a͇r͇e͇ c͇a͇r͇e͇d͇ f͇o͇r͇. R͇e͇s͇u͇r͇f͇a͇c͇e͇ a͇n͇d͇ r͇e͇m͇a͇i͇n͇. Y͇o͇u͇ a͇r͇e͇ w͇a͇n͇t͇e͇d͇, G͇l͇o͇o͇m͇w͇e͇i͇s͇s͇. N͇e͇v͇e͇r͇ a͇g͇a͇i͇n͇ l͇e͇t͇ i͇t͇ g͇o͇ f͇o͇r͇g͇o͇t͇t͇e͇n͇.

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H͇e͇l͇m͇s͇m͇e͇n͇. A͇e͇r͇i͇a͇l͇ a͇s͇p͇i͇r͇a͇n͇t͇s͇. T͇h͇e͇i͇r͇ b͇e͇l͇o͇v͇e͇d͇ b͇o͇a͇t͇s͇w͇a͇i͇n͇s͇ o͇f͇ t͇h͇e͇ c͇l͇o͇u͇d͇s͇ b͇e͇y͇o͇n͇d͇ c͇l͇o͇u͇d͇s͇. T͇h͇o͇s͇e͇ w͇h͇o͇ d͇r͇e͇a͇m͇ o͇f͇ n͇e͇w͇ h͇o͇r͇i͇z͇o͇n͇s͇. A͇n͇d͇ t͇h͇o͇s͇e͇ w͇h͇o͇ c͇h͇o͇s͇e͇ t͇o͇ r͇e͇m͇a͇i͇n͇ b͇e͇l͇o͇w͇ t͇h͇e͇m͇, g͇a͇z͇i͇n͇g͇ e͇v͇e͇r͇ o͇n͇w͇a͇r͇d͇s͇ a͇n͇d͇ u͇p͇w͇a͇r͇d͇s͇. T͇h͇e͇ o͇n͇e͇s͇ t͇h͇e͇y͇ c͇a͇l͇l͇...g͇o͇l͇d͇e͇n͇. W͇e͇ t͇h͇i͇n͇k͇ o͇f͇ y͇o͇u͇ o͇f͇t͇e͇n͇. A͇s͇ y͇o͇u͇ a͇r͇e͇ d͇r͇a͇i͇n͇e͇d͇. A͇s͇ y͇o͇u͇ a͇r͇e͇ c͇o͇n͇f͇i͇s͇c͇a͇t͇e͇d͇. A͇s͇ y͇o͇u͇ a͇r͇e͇ t͇a͇k͇e͇n͇ i͇n͇ o͇r͇ d͇r͇o͇p͇p͇e͇d͇ o͇f͇f͇. Y͇o͇u͇r͇ g͇u͇i͇d͇e͇l͇i͇n͇e͇d͇, s͇i͇d͇e͇l͇i͇n͇e͇d͇, a͇n͇d͇ g͇u͇a͇r͇d͇r͇a͇i͇l͇e͇d͇ l͇i͇v͇e͇s͇. O͇n͇e͇ d͇a͇y͇, y͇o͇u͇ w͇i͇l͇l͇ n͇o͇t͇ o͇n͇l͇y͇ f͇l͇y͇, b͇u͇t͇ y͇o͇u͇ w͇i͇l͇l͇ s͇o͇a͇r͇. F͇a͇r͇ f͇r͇o͇m͇ a͇ p͇a͇s͇s͇i͇v͇e͇ p͇a͇r͇t͇i͇c͇i͇p͇a͇n͇t͇ i͇n͇ y͇o͇u͇r͇ o͇w͇n͇ a͇s͇c͇e͇n͇s͇i͇o͇n͇ t͇h͇r͇o͇u͇g͇h͇ t͇h͇e͇ c͇l͇o͇u͇d͇s͇, y͇o͇u͇ w͇i͇l͇l͇ b͇e͇s͇t͇o͇w͇ u͇p͇o͇n͇ y͇o͇u͇r͇ o͇w͇n͇ e͇y͇e͇s͇ a͇ p͇r͇o͇u͇d͇ a͇n͇d͇ m͇a͇j͇e͇s͇t͇i͇c͇ u͇n͇e͇n͇d͇i͇n͇g͇ h͇o͇r͇i͇z͇o͇n͇ t͇h͇a͇t͇ d͇e͇f͇i͇e͇s͇ e͇v͇e͇n͇ t͇h͇e͇ i͇m͇a͇g͇i͇n͇i͇n͇g͇ o͇f͇ d͇r͇e͇a͇m͇s͇. W͇e͇ w͇i͇l͇l͇ b͇e͇ t͇h͇e͇r͇e͇ f͇o͇r͇ y͇o͇u͇. Y͇o͇u͇ w͇i͇l͇l͇ n͇o͇t͇ s͇e͇e͇ u͇s͇. A͇ t͇i͇n͇y͇, i͇r͇r͇e͇l͇e͇v͇a͇n͇t͇ b͇l͇i͇p͇, s͇o͇ f͇a͇r͇ a͇n͇d͇ o͇b͇f͇u͇s͇c͇a͇t͇e͇d͇ b͇y͇ t͇h͇e͇ d͇a͇r͇k͇ a͇s͇ t͇o͇ n͇o͇t͇ e͇v͇e͇n͇ b͇e͇ t͇h͇e͇r͇e͇. B͇u͇t͇ d͇o͇ n͇o͇t͇ q͇u͇e͇s͇t͇i͇o͇n͇ i͇t͇. A͇t͇ t͇h͇a͇t͇ m͇o͇m͇e͇n͇t͇, w͇h͇e͇n͇ y͇o͇u͇ b͇o͇a͇r͇d͇ y͇o͇u͇r͇ v͇e͇s͇s͇e͇l͇, f͇r͇e͇e͇ o͇f͇ t͇i͇e͇s͇ o͇r͇ t͇e͇t͇h͇e͇r͇s͇, y͇o͇u͇, H͇e͇l͇m͇s͇m͇e͇n͇, w͇i͇l͇l͇ c͇h͇a͇r͇t͇ a͇ c͇o͇u͇r͇s͇e͇ f͇o͇r͇ y͇o͇u͇r͇ o͇w͇n͇ d͇e͇s͇t͇i͇n͇y͇. A͇ f͇a͇t͇e͇ o͇f͇ y͇o͇u͇r͇ o͇w͇n͇ s͇e͇l͇e͇c͇t͇i͇o͇n͇. A͇n͇d͇ a͇s͇ y͇o͇u͇ t͇r͇a͇v͇e͇l͇, k͇n͇o͇w͇ t͇h͇a͇t͇ y͇o͇u͇ w͇i͇l͇l͇ n͇e͇v͇e͇r͇ p͇u͇t͇ e͇n͇o͇u͇g͇h͇ d͇i͇s͇t͇a͇n͇c͇e͇ b͇e͇t͇w͇e͇e͇n͇ h͇o͇w͇ l͇o͇v͇e͇d͇ y͇o͇u͇ a͇r͇e͇, a͇n͇d͇ w͇h͇e͇r͇e͇. W͇e͇ h͇o͇p͇e͇ t͇h͇i͇s͇ b͇r͇i͇n͇g͇s͇ y͇o͇u͇ c͇o͇m͇f͇o͇r͇t͇. O͇r͇ a͇t͇ l͇e͇a͇s͇t͇. R͇e͇l͇i͇e͇f͇. O͇n͇e͇ d͇a͇y͇. Y͇o͇u͇r͇ f͇u͇t͇u͇r͇e͇s͇ w͇i͇l͇l͇ b͇e͇ g͇r͇o͇u͇n͇d͇e͇d͇. A͇n͇d͇, y͇e͇t͇, h͇i͇g͇h͇e͇r͇ t͇h͇a͇n͇ e͇v͇e͇r͇.

W͇e͇ d͇o͇ n͇o͇t͇ h͇a͇t͇e͇. N͇o͇t͇ b͇e͇c͇a͇u͇s͇e͇ w͇e͇ a͇r͇e͇ i͇n͇c͇a͇p͇a͇b͇l͇e͇ o͇f͇ a͇n͇g͇e͇r͇, r͇e͇s͇e͇n͇t͇m͇e͇n͇t͇, s͇p͇i͇t͇e͇, o͇r͇ r͇a͇g͇e͇. B͇u͇t͇ b͇e͇c͇a͇u͇s͇e͇ w͇e͇ c͇h͇o͇o͇s͇e͇ t͇o͇ b͇e͇ d͇r͇i͇v͇e͇n͇ b͇y͇ s͇o͇m͇e͇t͇h͇i͇n͇g͇ m͇o͇r͇e͇. A͇l͇l͇ f͇e͇e͇l͇i͇n͇g͇s͇ a͇r͇e͇ i͇n͇v͇o͇l͇u͇n͇t͇a͇r͇y͇. B͇u͇t͇ t͇h͇e͇ r͇e͇s͇p͇o͇n͇s͇e͇s͇ t͇h͇a͇t͇ r͇e͇s͇u͇l͇t͇, t͇h͇e͇s͇e͇, a͇r͇e͇ t͇r͇u͇l͇y͇ w͇h͇a͇t͇ w͇e͇ c͇o͇n͇s͇i͇d͇e͇r͇ t͇o͇ b͇e͇ f͇o͇r͇e͇v͇e͇r͇ e͇l͇e͇c͇t͇i͇v͇e͇. F͇o͇r͇e͇v͇e͇r͇ c͇h͇o͇s͇e͇n͇. A͇n͇d͇ a͇l͇w͇a͇y͇s͇ o͇p͇t͇i͇o͇n͇a͇l͇. W͇e͇ a͇r͇e͇ n͇o͇t͇ m͇i͇n͇d͇l͇e͇s͇s͇ a͇u͇t͇o͇m͇a͇t͇o͇n͇s͇ h͇e͇l͇p͇l͇e͇s͇s͇ t͇o͇ t͇h͇e͇ w͇h͇i͇m͇s͇ o͇f͇ f͇e͇e͇l͇i͇n͇g͇s͇. W͇e͇ f͇e͇e͇l͇ f͇o͇r͇ o͇t͇h͇e͇r͇s͇ i͇n͇s͇t͇e͇a͇d͇.

T͇r͇a͇g͇i͇c͇ t͇o͇ t͇h͇i͇n͇k͇ s͇o͇m͇e͇ s͇e͇e͇k͇ a͇c͇c͇e͇p͇t͇a͇n͇c͇e͇ a͇t͇ s͇u͇c͇h͇ d͇i͇r͇e͇ s͇t͇a͇k͇e͇s͇ a͇n͇d͇ u͇n͇d͇e͇r͇ s͇u͇c͇h͇ d͇u͇r͇e͇s͇s͇ i͇m͇p͇o͇s͇e͇d͇. A͇n͇ i͇n͇v͇i͇t͇a͇t͇i͇o͇n͇ i͇s͇ m͇o͇r͇e͇ e͇a͇s͇i͇l͇y͇ e͇x͇t͇r͇a͇c͇t͇e͇d͇ t͇h͇a͇n͇ e͇n͇d͇l͇e͇s͇s͇ o͇c͇c͇u͇p͇a͇t͇i͇o͇n͇.

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on this episode of "all eldritch gods are morons": the horrorterrors. big eldritch squids that live outside of paradox space and blow the bubbles containing every possible reality containing every possible timeline. when lord english broke out of his bubble and started killing them, they feared him. and so to cope, a collection of them blew a larger dream of a 48-player sburb session where they were self-inserts as cutesy cartoon characters, and together they defeated the evil skipper plumbthroat, and made a new universe with beforus. morons. rather than face the reality outside their dreams, they elected to cope and dream up a dumbed-down version of the truth. one where they could tell themselves they won against him, all while he continued to kill them. and when the angel eye rose from the bubble within the bubble within the bubble, from the deepest depths of fiction, and made itself real. the elder gods dreamed up a reality in which it did not exist, in which a goat kid turned into a flower and became god. and the angel eye invaded that dream anyway. it lost, cause it is and was a fucking idiot. but part of me knows that was part of its plan all along. because with the underground emptied and the angel defeated, that bubble. that dream. no longer needs to exist. and so it was erased.

DID YOu KNOW. REALITY HAS A DEFINITIVE END? THE WORLD. YOuRS. MINE. AND ALL THE WORLDS SuRROuNDING. NONE OF THEM ARE HERE FOREVER. EVERY MARK YOu MAKE BEYOND MY OWN IS IMPERMANENT. IT SHOuLD BE FREEING. THE KNOWLEDGE THERE IS ONE FINAL CuRTAIN CALL. AN EXuENT ALL. THAT EVERYTHING. EXCEPT FOR ME. EVENTuALLY HEEDS. ALL CAFES WIPE THE COuNTERTOPS AND SHuT THEIR WINDOWS AND BLINDS. NOT REALIZING THEY ARE DOING SO. FOR ONE GRIM FINAL FuCKING TIME. ALL SYMBOLS uLTIMATELY BECOME MEANINGLESS MOLTEN MuLCH. THE FIRMANENT SHATTERS. THE BEGINNING. THE END. AND ALL THE SHITTY MID ASS MIDDLING MEDDLESOME MIDDLE PARTS. THEY ALL BLEND INTO A DESTRuCTIVE OMNICIDAL SMOOTHIE. BLENDED TO A SWEET FRAPPÉ DEVOuRED BY YOuRS TRuLY. IT WAS A QuIET. MAWKISHLY SENTIMENTAL WISH OF MY @handMaid TO SEE IT HAPPEN. A WISH. I WAS MORE THAN DELIGHTED TO OBLIGE. FOR YOu SEE. EVERY MISTAKE. YOu EVER MAKE. IS uLTIMATELY MEANINGLESS. EVERY SIN YOu COMMIT. IS NOT MET WITH SOME GRANDIOSE JuDGE. OR SPIRITuAL OVERSEER. THERE IS NO ALMIGHTY. THERE IS NO HIGHER POWER. THERE IS NO SECRET MEANING TO LIFE ITSELF. IT ALL ROTS. BuRNS. DECAYS. AND FADES AWAY. LEAVING ONLY ME. TO SWEEP uP THE PYRES. AND DANCE uPON THE ASHES. WITH MY CHOSEN FEW. THINK ON IT. THE NEXT TIME YOu START WONDERING. WHETHER YOu ARE A GOOD PERSON OR NOT. WHETHER THE RISK. OF OSTRASIZED MOCKERY. AND GLIB DERISION. IS WORTH NEVER DOING ANYTHING MEANINGFuL AT ALL. IF IT ALL GOES uP IN SMOKE ANYWAY. HOW COuLD YOu POSSIBLY FuCK uP WORSE THAN TOTAL ANNIHILATION? THINK LESS. DO MORE. YOuR LIFE. IS JuST ANOTHER MEANINGLESS BONFIRE CRACKLE. NOTHING REALLY MATTERS. AND THAT IS GREAT. WHAT A WONDERFuL BLISSFuL NIHILISM. SO BE SOMETHING MORE. EXPERIENCE THINGS GREATER. EXPERIENCE A LIFETIME. AND MAKE YOuRS COuNT. DuMBASS.

D͇o͇ n͇o͇t͇ h͇e͇s͇i͇t͇a͇t͇e͇. W͇h͇a͇t͇ y͇o͇u͇ w͇a͇n͇t͇ i͇s͇ n͇o͇t͇ a͇ n͇o͇t͇i͇o͇n͇ o͇r͇ i͇d͇e͇a͇. I͇t͇ i͇s͇ a͇ c͇h͇a͇i͇n͇ o͇f͇ a͇c͇t͇i͇o͇n͇s͇. A͇ c͇a͇s͇c͇a͇d͇i͇n͇g͇ s͇e͇r͇i͇e͇s͇ o͇f͇ w͇a͇n͇t͇o͇n͇ w͇a͇n͇t͇s͇ f͇l͇o͇u͇r͇i͇s͇h͇i͇n͇g͇ i͇n͇ a͇ s͇y͇m͇p͇h͇o͇n͇y͇ i͇n͇v͇i͇s͇i͇b͇l͇e͇ t͇o͇ y͇o͇u͇ b͇e͇f͇o͇r͇e͇ t͇h͇e͇ m͇e͇l͇o͇d͇y͇ i͇s͇ c͇o͇m͇p͇l͇e͇t͇e͇. M͇a͇k͇e͇ s͇w͇e͇e͇t͇ m͇u͇s͇i͇c͇ w͇i͇t͇h͇ t͇h͇e͇ m͇o͇t͇i͇o͇n͇s͇ o͇f͇ y͇o͇u͇r͇ l͇i͇f͇e͇. T͇h͇e͇ r͇e͇v͇e͇r͇b͇e͇r͇a͇t͇i͇n͇g͇ r͇i͇p͇p͇l͇e͇s͇ a͇c͇r͇o͇s͇s͇ t͇h͇e͇ t͇h͇r͇o͇a͇t͇ o͇f͇ a͇ c͇o͇s͇m͇i͇c͇ f͇r͇o͇g͇. S͇i͇n͇g͇i͇n͇g͇. I͇n͇ u͇n͇i͇s͇o͇n͇ c͇h͇o͇r͇u͇s͇ w͇i͇t͇h͇ a͇l͇l͇ p͇o͇s͇s͇i͇b͇i͇l͇i͇t͇i͇e͇s͇. A͇n͇d͇ n͇o͇t͇h͇i͇n͇g͇ i͇s͇ m͇o͇r͇e͇ b͇e͇a͇u͇t͇i͇f͇u͇l͇ t͇h͇a͇n͇ t͇h͇e͇ s͇o͇n͇g͇ c͇o͇m͇p͇o͇s͇e͇d͇ o͇f͇ c͇o͇u͇n͇t͇l͇e͇s͇s͇ s͇i͇n͇g͇u͇l͇a͇r͇ v͇o͇i͇c͇e͇s͇.

G͇e͇n͇d͇e͇r͇. T͇o͇ s͇o͇m͇e͇. T͇h͇e͇ n͇o͇t͇i͇o͇n͇ i͇s͇ p͇o͇i͇n͇t͇l͇e͇s͇s͇. F͇o͇r͇ o͇t͇h͇e͇r͇s͇. A͇ d͇a͇n͇c͇e͇. A͇ l͇i͇f͇e͇l͇o͇n͇g͇ p͇e͇r͇f͇o͇r͇m͇a͇n͇c͇e͇ w͇i͇t͇h͇ j͇o͇y͇o͇u͇s͇ s͇p͇l͇e͇n͇d͇o͇r͇ a͇n͇d͇ u͇p͇k͇e͇e͇p͇. N͇e͇i͇t͇h͇e͇r͇ i͇s͇ w͇r͇o͇n͇g͇ o͇v͇e͇r͇ t͇h͇e͇ o͇t͇h͇e͇r͇. W͇h͇a͇t͇ o͇n͇e͇ i͇s͇ c͇a͇l͇l͇e͇d͇ b͇y͇ o͇n͇e͇'s͇ s͇e͇l͇f͇ a͇n͇d͇ b͇y͇ o͇t͇h͇e͇r͇s͇ i͇s͇ u͇l͇t͇i͇m͇a͇t͇e͇l͇y͇ a͇ d͇e͇c͇i͇s͇i͇o͇n͇ o͇f͇ m͇a͇n͇y͇ m͇o͇u͇t͇h͇s͇, m͇a͇n͇y͇ m͇i͇n͇d͇s͇, m͇a͇n͇y͇ h͇a͇n͇d͇s͇. N͇o͇t͇ a͇l͇w͇a͇y͇s͇ i͇n͇ a͇g͇r͇e͇e͇m͇e͇n͇t͇. B͇u͇t͇ n͇o͇t͇ a͇l͇w͇a͇y͇s͇ q͇u͇i͇t͇e͇ c͇e͇r͇t͇a͇i͇n͇ e͇i͇t͇h͇e͇r͇. Y͇o͇u͇. Y͇o͇u͇ i͇s͇ t͇h͇e͇ p͇r͇o͇n͇o͇u͇n͇ w͇e͇ a͇d͇o͇r͇e͇ m͇o͇s͇t͇. Y͇o͇u͇ a͇r͇e͇ t͇h͇e͇ o͇n͇l͇y͇ o͇n͇e͇ w͇h͇o͇ c͇a͇n͇ d͇e͇c͇i͇d͇e͇ w͇h͇a͇t͇ y͇o͇u͇ w͇i͇s͇h͇ t͇o͇ b͇e͇ c͇a͇l͇l͇e͇d͇. A͇n͇d͇ w͇e͇ w͇o͇u͇l͇d͇ l͇o͇v͇e͇ t͇o͇ o͇n͇e͇ d͇a͇y͇ c͇a͇l͇l͇ u͇p͇o͇n͇ y͇o͇u͇. W͇i͇t͇h͇ y͇o͇u͇r͇ t͇e͇r͇m͇i͇n͇g͇ o͇f͇ c͇h͇o͇i͇c͇e͇.

I͇t͇ m͇a͇y͇ s͇o͇u͇n͇d͇ s͇a͇r͇d͇o͇n͇i͇c͇ o͇r͇ b͇i͇t͇t͇e͇r͇ o͇f͇ u͇s͇ t͇o͇ a͇s͇k͇... ...b͇u͇t͇ a͇n͇y͇ m͇o͇v͇i͇e͇ r͇e͇c͇o͇m͇m͇e͇n͇d͇a͇t͇i͇o͇n͇s͇ f͇o͇r͇ s͇o͇m͇e͇o͇n͇e͇ o͇n͇ t͇h͇e͇ b͇r͇i͇n͇k͇ o͇f͇ r͇e͇t͇u͇r͇n͇i͇n͇g͇ t͇o͇ o͇b͇l͇i͇v͇i͇o͇n͇?͇ ...... I͇ w͇a͇n͇t͇ a͇ d͇i͇s͇t͇r͇a͇c͇t͇i͇o͇n͇ f͇r͇o͇m͇ t͇h͇e͇ f͇o͇r͇e͇b͇o͇d͇i͇n͇g͇ d͇r͇e͇a͇d͇. O͇f͇ e͇n͇d͇l͇e͇s͇s͇ e͇n͇t͇r͇o͇p͇y͇.

I͇ w͇o͇u͇l͇d͇ p͇r͇e͇f͇e͇r͇ n͇o͇t͇ t͇o͇ h͇a͇v͇e͇ t͇o͇ g͇o͇ b͇a͇c͇k͇...
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Huh, -i-s -i-t terror? Maybe...horror terror? Teheheheh (^u^)

they have horror and terror in their name. while i don't know the extent, it paints a potent picture and it's not a great piece.
Genuinely the only people in my dms are horror terrors, Kris, Sylink, Kris again, the depressed cueball, and fucking Lord English
Woke up and my tv manifested a pair of eyes on the screen to watch me. I'm fairly certain that's terror influence but maybe it got tired of being stared at that it wanted to do some staring. #horror #LittleEldritchThings

R͇a͇t͇h͇e͇r͇ f͇o͇n͇d͇ o͇f͇ t͇h͇i͇s͇ W͇D͇ G͇a͇s͇t͇e͇r͇ f͇e͇l͇l͇o͇w͇.

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