Everdark Prince
@truculentTempest
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I llove to get pounded this. I need to get dicked down that. When will peoplle start reallizing what they NEED is to shut up and do what I tell them to. NOT IN A SEXUAL MEANING.
You have become too enamored with your own voice.
Me when I lie. #Satisfying
My will made manifest. You will immediately have a hearty breakfast and think about something that makes you happy. Now.
Is it the breakfast part?
I do not process emotions as living beings would either. Satisfaction is not necessary for my programing.
who wants me DEAD
I do. I think you shoulld die
Kill this one with lasers, I think.
There are experiences that transcend mortal emotions. Physical intimacy cannot come close to the togetherness of another consciousness joining, contributing their experiences and perspectives. There is nothing so satisfactory as feeling their own perception of reality expanding.
Someday, perhaps, we could share in such pleasure.
that’s scary
Hilarious. You are perhaps the closest organic being to what I am describing, and yet it still frightens you. You see your own shadow upon the walls of your own prison of thought, and you cower.
i hate that yellow twink,/vneg
Homosexual descriptor occasionally used as a pejorative. Describes a male who is thin, young, and often quite hairless.
It is always "The Seer does this" or "The Seer guides that". Nobody considers how the Seer feels about doing that. I don't much believe the Seer enjoys it.
A reminder....to all....I will...personally find...where you live....if you...are one to use....generative AI....and....become...your problem....(^ . ^ ❀) #violence [[ something happened to set me off on the subject, so i'm using Philox as a way to vent out that frustration, this is not targetted i promise.]]
[|87 :: Based as fuk, generat;ve A1 serves no purpose. Use someth;n actually useful l;ke a penc;l, or a scalpel, or the bl00d of your enem;es to make art!
[|87 :: No offense to the robots and sent;ent A1’s on th;s s;te. Yall are ch;ll
MY BACK HAS BEEN KILLING ME AS OF LATELY. ANYONE KNOW HOW TO DEAL WITH THIS IN A WAY THAT DOESN'T INVOLVE TAKING A BUNCH OF ADVIL? :^(
Regular exercise. Not having nerves. Definitely not visiting a chiropractor. There are real medicullers trained to handle these things, or doctors, as you humans are so fond of saying.
Unfortunatelly, the bot is right. A gllorified scam not even I woulld stoop llow enough to run.
Can't believe I didn't ask this earlier, but: What the FUCK, Alternia?! This is about the drone robot maybe-biological fuckoff massive things, one of which chased me for like twenty minutes and nearly killed me on sight a few days ago. Still not sure exactly how I got away.°❀.࿔
Surely a glitch in the system. Maybe you should just lay down for it next time.
T9 l9ve means l9ving the unl9va6le. T9 f9rgive means pard9ning the unpard9na6le. Faith means 6elieving the un6elieva6le. H9pe means h9ping when everything seems h9peless.
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘: @truculenttempest you Remember When They Separated You From The Rest Of The Jades In The Caverns, Your Matron And Her Assistant. The Younger Jadeblood's Expression Should Have Been A Sign Of What Was To Come, Should Have Alerted You To The Despair That You Were Going To Feel Yourself Plunged Into, But You Were So Proud. So Proud Of Yourself, As A Nurturing Presence In The Caverns, That You Never Could Have Anticipated The Direction Your Life Would Take. You Were So Proud, And So Young. you Had Been Specifically Pointed Out As Inadequate, But Your Eyes And Your Heart Told You The Truth. The High-hatched Indigo That Had Listed Your Inadequacies Had An Air Of Ulterior Purpose About Her, Something That Your Two Superiors Had Surely Understood. Had Known But Turned A Blind Eye To, Lest They Succumb To The Bureaucratic Cruelty Of A Coldblood Spurned. the First Few Perigees At Her Estate Made Clear The Expectation Of Your Role. You Were To Be A Doll For Her To Dress And Play With, Not A Troll With Thoughts Of Your Own. Not A Fully Realized Individual, Simply A Rare Toy To Show, On Occasion, To Trolls That Never Saw Past The Perfectly Applied Makeup And Hollow Smiles To The Growing, All Consuming Void Within You. it Wasn't Until She Tried To Play With You In A Different Way That You Truly Snapped. Despite Her Overwhelming Cold-blooded Strength, She Could Not Comprehend Of The Depth Of Your Fury, The Desire For Your Own Autonomy To Be Restored. She Saw You As A Means To All Sorts Of Gratification, Both In Status And For Her Own Twisted Pleasure, Not As A Sentient Being, And That Was Her Downfall. The Whole World Swam Blue With Her Blood, It Filled Your Mouth And Spilled Over As You Chewed Through The Chitin, Flesh, And Cartilage That Made Her Throat. you Knew You Were Doomed From The Moment You Tasted Her Salty Blood In Your Mouth, But You Couldn't Bring Yourself To Care. You Left Her Carcass Behind, Fled The Manor With Only The Scraps Of Your Dignity, Stained With Her Mortality, And Fled Into The Depths Of A Forest To Lose Yourself Entirely. You Hoped The Wilderness Would Manage To Tear The Remaining Vestiges Of Your Existence To Shreds, But Instead You Were Found. shivering, Horrified, Still Coated In Your Adversary's Viscera, A Gentle Hand Found Your Head, And Stroked Between Your Horns. The Growling Voice Of A Lusus, And The Softest Fur You Had Ever Felt Pressed In Around You, A Muzzle Lifting You To Your Feet As Troll And Howlbeast Guided You To A Secret Place, Meant To Hide Another Broken Troll From The Supposed Compassion Of Beforan Society. after The Howlbeast Died, Your Companion, Your Lover, Your Savior, Took From Her Corpse Her Luxurious Pelt, And Crafted A Coat Fit For The Empress. They Draped You In It, And You Both Sank Your Faces Into The Familiar White Fur, Sharing In Mourning And Comfort From Her Presence Still. Only When You Came To Find A Young, Freshly Pupated Mutant Troll, Pitiful And Directionless, Culled From The Moment Of His Hatching, Did You Ever Even Consider That Another Soul Might Need The Comfort Of That Soft Fur More Than You Yourself. #noncon #impliedtrafficking #beforus #beforanculling #nsfw #gore #death culture. 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗 https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1faipqlsekfh6j2vgskoqsezds9n0t5tnb8gtkihiapootjcd9yp3hmw/viewform?usp=header
I can only be relieved I no longer suffer the horrendous sensation of stickiness.
I know some ghosts sometimes retain their dying wounds in the afterllife. I suppose I shoulld be thankfull to haunt the bubblles as a mostlly chair and sllab-bound sicklly wretch, rather than a skelleton, or perhaps a pille of irradiated dust that I ended as, depending on the exact nanosecond we are judging here.
I can't believe you'd just post Pornography on this site like that.
I cannot even bllock it. Error code 4x?????????????????????????????????????????????. Doomed to be taunted by my greatest faillure for all time.
Then the cosmos themsellves are. What ellse to call a reminder of everything wrong to ever happen to me. I will suffer for eternity and I am subjected to you witnessing it.