Saturday 28 October 2023

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> In the dim basement, Herund's numbness recedes. He's been confined in this room, sunlight sneaking through a gated vent just once daily. With newfound dexterity, he retrieves the last fish from his inventory. Other items are irrelevant now; Troll-Swedish Fish (all devoured) and scrap metal (seized). As he flips the last card, his machine reappears. It's a relic he believed lost. Herund starts tinkering with it, but the noodle-armed red monster slams open the heavy door; his captor arrives to claim it. Quick reflexes help him seize the machine, snatching the sickle from within just as Herund is wrapped tightly a arm. The machine is dragged toward the open door. The red monster panics when he notices the missing sickle. The red monster's heart glows within it's body, illuminating various branching threads, and a few golden threads that tether the armbands. Herund phases through the arm, deftly cuts those threads, and slashes the alien's heart, in a single spinning lunge. The red monster falls lifeless and shrinks. "treasure!! ~~:D " ,Herund dons the golden manacles, bolts out of the basement. He crawling along the wet bricked walls like a hemohound off its leash. He bursts into a party room full of drunk party trolls; he must be back in the main hive. Herund looks around, the sights and sounds take him black all those weeks. He remembers when his only friend abandoned him. " ~~:( " 21:44:19

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Sunday 29 October 2023

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(enough waiting around >:[i]9[/i] I WILL DEMOLISH THE CHAT WITH MY SPIRIT BOMB 00:55:39

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(I forgor :V 01:10:30

> It took a bit of thinking, but you managed to work out the whole bed replacement. Only stole... 2? Maybe 3 hours of your time, but done nonetheless. It looked good and spacious. One of the larger sizes, a nice plush mattress adorn in a mint sheet covering, accented with a striped mint and light grey comforter. The pillows followed suit. You had to make it look just right. Their reaction later will tell you if you did well— for now, you will have to dispose of your old bed. Maybe put it in the rundown shack of a hive in the forest. Good a place as any. You lug the thing out of your block and head off campus and into the city. Closer ever closer to the end of this rope you call a wipe. Good. Your plans were timid and mild, docile at best- the plans of those unknown to you, however? Well... they were [color=#ff0000][i]BOMB[/i]astic[/color]. One moment you were just strolling amongst the crowd, a regular violet. A regular "trolll". Unassuming and benign amongst the surplus of others in this city and the [i]next-[/i] [br] [br][bgcolor=#10001e][color=#ba6dcf]==> Be [font=Castellar][color=#e40078][s]<̷̼̟͈̥̮̔̓̄R̵̼̦͓̱͎͚̿͌̔ͅ ̶̦̗͙̗̽͆̐̿̄̀̆̋͠Ë̷͇́̍̐̇̀͛́̆̀̚̕͝͝ ̸͙͚͙̮̬͔̱͇̻̭̰͎̯̭͌͂̔̍͛̈̀̉́̈́̈́̚͝Ḓ̷̫͍͐̓̈̍̊͊̓͛͋̇͐͝͝ ̵̨̢͓͖̙̓̈́̑̀́́̀̏̓͗̚A̶͖͇͉̗̾͛͂̐̊́̔͂̆̐̓̚͝͝ ̶̡͙͕͓̭̝̜͙̩̻̗̲̺̐̐̿C̸̣̖̗̬̼̰̞̠͓̈́ ̸̢̪̯̬̹̱̙͚͉̮̹̠̲̈́͆̂͐͌͜T̵̡̮̗̹̯̫̮̮̼͉͙̫͕̅̈́̎͑͛̔̋̈ ̷̥̳͍̙̓͒̃̉̕̚E̸̡̧̨̧̞̫̬͇̙̮̩̪̪̤͛̓̃͋̄̈ ̷̘͒͐̏̈́D̴̟͙̦̫͚̣̔̇͑̌̂̍̈̆̚͠>̷̢͇͔͖̳̿̑̄͆̓̏̚͘͠͝͠[/s] Classified~[/color][/font] [i]An Elite Ruffiannihilator.[/i] 01:11:03

[bgcolor=#10001e][color=#ba6dcf]> It is the same as always. [color=#e40078]She[/color] demands it— whether it be with the gesture of a claw, the quirk of the orbs, the raising of a brow, even the mere exasperation of [color=#e40078]Her[/color] breathe— and it is carried out. Unequivocally. Failure is never an option- not when it came to yourself. Though, you know why: you simply [u]never[/u] failed. High standards, higher expectations, and no desire for anything other than [s] your aspirations[/s] minor praise; You're a "Perfect Specimen" so you are told. Which explains why this is something you're good at. It was by [color=#e40078]Her[/color] whim that you see to the end of this situation. [i]Rebels.[/i] or... are these [i]'Villains'?[/i] No... [u]Dead.[/u] That is what they are. Their sniveling excuses for lives were forfeit when [color=#e40078]She[/color] dispatched you to handle this ordeal. Your squadron was left behind in favor of you taking a mere two others at your disposal. Trustworthy at best and meat shields if it comes to it. A series of bombings. How bold. How brazen. How [i]blatantly stupid.[/i][br] [br]They were mere city blocks from each other, the coordination had caused solid enough damage. More than enough panic. You and your pair of subordinates had been dropped onto the scene from your Imperial Airship. You look young; as if you belong amongst these younger trolls, but that's just how highblood longevity operates physically. 01:11:14

[bgcolor=#10001e][color=#ba6dcf]> Your maturity and hundreds upon hundreds of sweeps in terms of experience, however, are in full force to set you apart from these meager hatchlings scrambling about as fires rage on. It's all in the gaze. A chilly sigh escapes your mouth as you and your subordinates look on at the magnitude of the [u]chaos.[/u] The screams, the anger, the fear, the flames... it's soothing. You raise your right hand, slowly stalking toward the danger as plenty rush past to get away. You flex out your gloved hand, letting your fronds spread out. [i]Five.[/i] You clench your hand into a fist, those two understand. Nothing more needs to be done. You clear your throat, a scythe manifesting from your strife deck into your hand as you approach the building. It was almost ethereal in detail. Unimportant to you. With a point of the blade, the pair stepped into the carnage. You yourself slink into the smoke, on the prowl for the five you await.[br] [br]The walking corpses emerge from around the building, clearly satisfied with their work on this building. It is clear they plan to regroup with whoever is involved in the other bombings. You don't need them. A squall emits from your gills from the depths of your concealed spot. It was over swiftly. The pair had beheaded to of the Rebels, while you assailed another pair. You leave one to cower before you; It's obvious from the Imperial Insignia upon your garb who you are: Their Executioner. 01:11:22

[bgcolor=#10001e][color=#ba6dcf]> You spent a moment musing your blade against their throat, their allies' blood sliding across their neck as you just barely break their skin, gandering orbs sharp with focus and devoid of any compassion for the soon-to-be executed. You hear the sirens of local FireTrolls and accompanying drones on their way. Took them long enough. You nod to one of your subordinates and they salute you, stepping away and running off toward the sound of the sirens. You nudge your head toward the other, and they do the same, only taking their chase toward one of the other bomb sites rather than to assist the FireTrolls.[/color][/bgcolor] [color=#0e7828]"Wh-who are yGGGHHSKSKKKKK-"[/color][bgcolor=#10001e][color=#ba6dcf]Executed flawlessly. Sublime cut. You kick the head of the defective troll out of your way as you suck in a deep breathe. This is the other part you are tasked with. [color=#e40078]She[/color] expects to hear of a low casualty count. Which means no more than the offenders should be spoken of. [i]Rescue. Commence.[/i][br] [br]It was easy enough. You bulldozed through the flames, listening beyond crackle of the fire for trolls trapped and doing as commanded of you, saving them all. They attempt to give you thanks, but a glance is enough to silence them. You are off to another bomb site, this one closer to the central college, but still a good ways off. This extremism would have been the end of many more trolls had, but [u]You[/u] are here. 01:11:27

[bgcolor=#10001e][color=#ba6dcf]> The pandemonium had left many trampled and struggling to get away from the growing flames of this sight. You catch sight of individuals far too calm about their escape route to be just average trolls. Priorities come before lives. Always. Even if the priority is lives, your prerogative dictates that you make an executive call. You are indeed a conduit for [color=#e40078]Her[/color] Will and Justice to be exacted. Make it quick. You twirl your scythe with a firm grip, letting the heads of running trolls pass through your vision as you pick out the horns of those dead trolls walking. [i]There.[/i] They can, not escape from you. You slithered through the crowd to claim the heads of these insurgents. The headless husks collapsing to the pavement to bleed out upon the ground. Worthless as weeds, but less resilient.[br] [br]Your pan is now more attentive to the rescuing part of your job description. That is when the chain reaction starts: another explosion from the building. Too much fresh oxygen breathed new life into the roaring inferno. All manner of objects and shrapnel had flown from the windows on high, not to mention those close to the new explosion had been thrown to the ground. Not an issue. You lunge into action, sliding to grasp the shirts of a few unlucky trolls and flinging them out of dangers way. The glass doesn't effect you and the burning objects that fall toward you are sniped out of the air by compact punches. 01:11:40

[bgcolor=#10001e][color=#ba6dcf]> Your rush is relentless in the actions you preform. The lives you grapple and kead away from danger. Your fins perk up as you take note of the sound of another seadweller. You catch sight of the fellow seadweller trying to drag themself and a loungeplank away from the scene. There goes another falling item; too engulfed in flames to make out what it is, calling it a fireball wouldn't be wrong. Unfortunstely, it is falling for that seadweller. You toss the current trols you have in your grasp off toward safety as you sprint to change directions, launching into the air with a jump forceful enough to crack the ground, delivering a deadly kick to the falling "fireball" to send it careening off the path of the seadweller. You promptly snatch them up under your arm alomg with their loungeplank and take them over to the FireTrolls who have arrived to this area too. Sloppy— both the FireTrolls tardiness and this seadweller's lack of care.[/color][/bgcolor] "Thanks.."[br] [br][bgcolor=#10001e][color=#ba6dcf]You barely catch their muttered gratitude between their coughs and the fact that you are not interested in it. This whole situation became solvable the moment [color=#e40078]She[/color] demanded you handle it. Wihin an hour, the radical villains or rebels or whatever they [i]would[/i] of called themselves had been dealt with. 01:11:49

[bgcolor=#10001e][color=#ba6dcf]> Just as you had planned, you met back up with your supporting duo right where you expected the extraction point to be. Unbeknownst to you, however, was the constant documentation of this event through the lens of the media's many stations— well, you [i]knew[/i] it was a given, but you did not forsee it getting in your way. Cameras were on you and your subordinates, reporters attempting to approach, but too wary to come within arm's length given your predatory staring and imposing body language. You look over to the subordinate on your left, giving them a nod as you turn your back to the many cameras and frenzied news outlets. You shall allow minor conversation to be made. Your intent in doing so being obvious: to show that The Empire is [i]still[/i] unstoppable. [color=#038ee0]"The Insurgents were dealt with expeditiously and with the utmost scrutiny."[/color] [br] [br]Televised for all to see, for all to hear, and written for all to read with constant updates. You await your aerial chariot to return back to [color=#e40078]Her[/color] presence and call. Eventually, the reporters get the gall to ask for an audience with you. You slowly turn, icy gaze somehow managing to pierce into the eyes of the lenses like a blaze more ferocious than any inferno tonight.[/bgcolor][/color][color=#629910]"E-Everyone back hive is surely wondering the thoughts of the leader behind this campaign-"[/color] 01:11:55

[bgcolor=#10001e][color=#ba6dcf]> You step up to the trembling soul before you, all the cameras getting a better look of your face- to a [i]select few[/i], that face is almost unmistakable. Not a one to one match, but the features are most certainly there, the horns would be a dead give away if they were completely in frame, so it's left to speculation what the full biological design of them are, but... you probably look very similar to[/bgcolor][/color] someone else. [bgcolor=#10001e][color=#ba6dcf]Though, another point of contention would be your hair— it's half violet and half black, but by the middle. You look down upon the reporter with a seemingly grim expression before clasping the hand she had the microphone in and bringing it up to your mouth, focus completely on her. You don't need to peer into the lens directly to get your point across.[br] [br]You finally speak, even[/bgcolor][/color] that voice is sort of similar, [bgcolor=#10001e][color=#ba6dcf]"Rebels. Villains. Doesn't matter. They're all [i][u]DEAD[/u][/i]. As long as I breathe, there will be nothing to worry about. [i]Their souls are forfeit to be reaped.[/i] That is what they have chosen to sow, while upstanding, [u]meaningful[/u] trolls such as the ones at my side and the promising one you seem to be becoming will be safe." You apparently can manage to give a genuine smile of sorts, "I never fail." The charisma stat is staggeringly high.[/bgcolor][/color] 01:12:22

[bgcolor=#10001e][color=#ba6dcf]> You gently release the reporter's hand as you had already picked up on your departure arriving minutes prior.[/bgcolor][/color][color=#629910] "R-Right! We thank you all for your invaluable service, as well as The Empress's a-astounding leadership!"[/color] [bgcolor=#10001e][color=#ba6dcf]You nod in response, smile remaining before you turn away, beckoning your subordinates to join you as the Airship lands as predicted. You all board the vehicle and ascend. Your orders were clear, of course it was a perfect success as per usual. Nothing but the best for [color=#e40078]Her[/color] at all times. Surely, that satisfied [color=#e40078]Her[/color] needs. For the most part anyways. That impromptu interview didn't cause any blemishes, you're certain of that, but having [font=castellar][color=#e40078][s]been stuck with her-[/s] [s]been forced to be with her-[/s] Ah ah ah~ bad thoughts.[/color][/font] [i]the honor to have been graced with serving under [color=#e40078]Her[/color] directly for so long[/i], you're certain [color=#e40078]She[/color] will have a speech prepared for you and you alone later.[br] [br]Mission: [u]Complete.[/u][/bgcolor][/color][br] [br]This was... a lot more eventful than you thought a simple bed dumping would be. You would have been fine. Probably. But you appreciated that random guy's help regardless. You think. You're indifferent to getting "saved". You decide a random dumpster will do for this old thing- it's burnt. 01:12:29

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(nah irs just saturday :v 01:32:03

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((woah its fucking glowing 03:20:52

((oh shit he put his whole back into it 03:21:48

((hm 03:42:32

((good wall, good wall 03:42:41

((one question 03:42:45

((what 03:42:50

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(don't WHAT me :v 03:58:01

((WHAT 03:59:21

(:gun: READ IT AND FIND OUT 03:59:44

((i read it and im still fucking confused 04:01:38

(:v idk what to tell ya then, I am not a complex writer ùVú 04:03:41

(I shall not CONFIRM nor DENY any guesses and theorems until everyone has had their chance to place their bets :V 04:07:07

((fine 04:08:09

(ŭV ŭ should be the big OBVI though 04:09:05

((well both my guesses were both pretty meh 04:13:36

((but its all i got 04:13:42

(what were they again >:v 04:17:51

((either Zeg is having a jekyll and hyde moment and going hero mode and blacking out, or its his ancestor 04:18:26

(otay otay :V 04:19:29

(NOW GIVE THE RED LORE 04:47:14

((its not done 04:47:54

ù — ú when is the HALLOWEEN EVENT 04:49:20

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((i wrote two pages 05:14:10

((are ya ready 05:14:17

((its bad 05:14:20

((like actual table scraps bad 05:14:48

((but ye shall receive actually interesting context and lore soon 05:15:09

((this is just for vibes 05:15:15

(give it to me so I can beat the shit out of a cat right after and have catharsis:V 05:15:46

(yeah... she is no longer needed here anyway) 05:17:31

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(all they had to do was hand over their preggo reddo, but nooooo they have to be difficult and loving and caring and thoughtful of their mate's health >:U 05:20:20

((alright okay shhh so i can post all 23 parts of this 05:21:55

> God has never smiled down upon you- not that you believe in a god, or at least not God, but if you did, he would not so much as glance at you even now. Maybe he’s aware of the suffering, not just yours but the general suffering of life. Maybe he’s locked onto it in a trance, stuck, unable to act. You like to think that he is indeed locked in with it, but in more of a waltz, where the man leads. Spiralling endlessly down to hell.[br] [br]You went to religious school as a grub, well as religious as regular trolls get. There was no mention of God or even a god, just of martyred reds and the same bloody fights you’ve been watching come and go for 9 sweeps. The point that you’re getting at is that any fate you’ve met was not divinely ordained, no higher power has dirtied its hands playing with your strings, nothing is writing your life into some shitty cheap off broadway script, no one is saving you. No one with the power to. Your fate is solely yours, a self inflicted saw trap of drama, back when you thought that drama was the worst to come of this. Back when you didn’t know the stakes. 05:24:13

You’ve often thought about how it would feel, your soft, perfect hands around his scaly throat. His gills stammering and seizing under your grip, him being on the other side of the gun for once. What did he say the first time you complained about this lifestyle? Back when it wasn’t so dark, or just a different shade of black? [color=#600060]”That’s just show business.”[/color]You’re sure he was quoting something, he said it like it was a joke, like he found you amusing. His perfect plaything, his [i]pet.[/i] The peoples’ choice, the face of talent. Everyone knows the pretty little ruby who pulled himself up by his bootstraps because he was just so in love with theatre. The perfect unattainable dream, an idol, a mocking jab. You should be happy where you are, sat up stories above the rest, powdering your face before a dinner you didn’t even have to think about cooking, the clothes, the fans, the face. You’re just so goddamn ungrateful for the whole package, living the dream is rotting your pan. 05:24:20

You stare into the mirror, leaning over the counter, pressing your manicured claws into your palms in a white knuckled fist. You really are a drama queen, an amazing choice of profession. There’s so much going on outside of you, the bombings, the culling, the people [i]really[/i] suffering, and here you are, staring into a mirror with your overpriced pressed powder in your nice clothes and perfect hair, complaining about having to go to dinner. Honestly, when was the last time you even worried about being homeless or starving or anything other than breaking a nail or ruining your new heels. You’re being dramatic even now. No.. that’s not fair, you may not be dying but your problems matter right? Even if you aren’t stuck in a shitty neighbourhood, meeting the end of a subjugglators weapon, doing hard labour around the clock for pocket change, you’re still not happy. You don’t know what that makes you, ungrateful or awake to the poison he spews. Maybe two things can be true at once but you’ll never know, and it’ll do you better not to consider it. Silent ignorance is better than having a spine for once, less danger because don’t you forget, even though you wear the shoes, you are no different from any other lowblood he could’ve pulled off the streets and dressed up. 05:24:44

There’s a knock on the bathroom door, you take a deep breath and shake off whatever that was, what a weird little episode. You close your compact and tuck it away in whichever drawer you normally shove it in, calling out “Yes?” the click of your heels echoes across the cold floor as you open the door to leave. A rust younger and smaller than you is standing in front of you, clad in all black and violet, their voice is small, they’re just here to notify you to head to the table. You nod and thank them, watching the troll scurry off. Your violet is in a good mood tonight, you never let yourself get comfortable but at least you don’t have to worry too much if you play the right cards. He wants a good looking red to sit there and look pretty, someone to indulge his rants and rambles without actually saying a word, you’ll play the part gladly, whatever it takes to buy time till freedom. But he isn’t a monster. You’re being too harsh and you know it. Yes he can be cruel and unusual but that’s just life, you should toughen up, it doesn’t mean he’s the whole of the problem.[br] [br]You take slow steps down the hall, towards the dining room. You know no one is all bad, you know he especially isn’t. The way he looks at you when he speaks, he treats you better than anyone else, not everyone is a movie character, not everyone is as simple as some harsh gestures. Honestly he’s worse around others, when it’s just you and him, when it’s quiet before sunrise.. it’s something [i]holy.[/i] 05:25:03

No matter how gritty things can get, being with him is the closest you’ve ever felt to God. There is no light without dark, love functions the same and you wouldn’t trade that high for any sort of freedom. Okay, okay. Just play along like you’re supposed to, this is the way these things work, he’s only playing his role, time for you to play yours. 05:25:10

((done 05:25:13

(ō _ ō I demand more. 05:25:49

((well ya gotta WAIT 05:26:03

((and give me that sweet sweet feedback 05:26:18

(*unsheathes Homelander* I am not SUGGESTING [i]anymore... [u]More.[/u][/i] 05:26:47

((tf are you going to do? misogynise me to death? 05:27:55

(:[i]V[/i] idk maybe, it'd take a long time to concoct the funniest misogynistic joke known to man [s]since women are unfunnyt[/s]. 05:38:05

((read the wall first 05:38:19

(done :V 05:40:42

((okay 05:41:05

((gimme the goods 05:41:17

(it was the tastey enough >:u i still want m o r e 05:41:40

((aaagghhh 05:41:48

((please 05:41:54

((my brain only functions so often 05:42:06

(they are being put through the mental wringer. Sort of. Not really, but they stressin :v 05:42:34

((its called gaslighting thanks 05:43:19

(shit, I could gaslight everyone here >:v lemme at em 05:43:53

((you can try 05:44:07

((oh look another wall)) 05:45:20

((you wanted Keirro content 05:45:46

(yes I did, and now I am CRASHING IT INTO A WALL for more :V 05:46:52

((why 05:47:01

(because more 05:47:31

((for why 05:47:47

((honestly i dont know how far im going to get into Keirros life 05:48:28

((I dont know what to do about the violet because i dont want to play him but also,,, what the fuck else would i do 05:49:08

(hand em over... allow me to run the ones >:V 05:49:41

((que 05:50:02

(i will BEAT THE SHI- 05:52:22

(:V or play them, I can do all 8 at once 05:52:35

((buddy 05:53:10

((how many characters are you playing right now 05:53:20

(one :V 05:53:27

(with like uhhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH 05:53:40

(shut up let me count. 05:53:50

(shutupshutupshutupshutup. Shut up. Shut up. SHUT UP. SHUT UP >:U 05:54:18

((fuck you 05:54:21

(8???? 05:54:48

(NO WAIT SHUT UP >:U 05:54:56

(Technically 13 if I count all 12 NPCs :v 05:55:35

((bro 05:56:00

(make it 14, give me that mfs hex code >:V 05:56:45

((nah you gotta pass the interview first 05:58:00

(go on, give it to me 05:58:59

((not in this chat 05:59:12

((thats classified info 05:59:18

(THEN GIVE IT SOMEWHERE ELSE >:V 06:00:04

((impatient ass 06:00:37

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(p-please no) 06:28:38

(○ V ○ [i]Fall.[/i] 06:32:28

(This is the end for you. Nothing but darkness awaits you and your people. Nou are strong... [i]but I am beyond strength. [u]I am the end of all things.[/u][/i] 06:36:33

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(*drops to knees* please... have mercy!) 06:37:00

(:v well okay, it is a cat after all. They need to be around to see me poison their kitten into memeing on their relationship >:9 06:39:01

(WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO TO THE CHILD?!) 06:39:45

(ZEEEEEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA THEY'LL JUST HAVE TO BE BORN SO WE CAN FIND OUT 06:40:28

(>:v and where is not-wifesprit at so he can give her her damn present and tell her that he's [REDACTED] 06:45:11

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(i will have your throat cut) 06:49:01

(for w h a t 06:49:25

(suspition of kidnapping, i dont trust you at all anymore with my husband or child) 06:52:23

(>:v thats why im coming to your door as we s p e a k 06:53:05

(hmmmmmmmm) 06:53:45

(still dont trust it) 06:55:06

(pssssssshhhh WATCH *types* 06:56:20

(wait no i have to check the cat again *slurps into the logs* 06:59:17

(cat has done nothing for... ever lol, i have been detaching thine self from this place slowly) 07:00:16

(I just have blender brain after eating so much serial today :v 07:01:42

(cereal >:v not serial 07:01:55

(:[i]V[/i] ye ye alrite I've LOCKED. IN. I remember w a t c h. 07:04:12

(*peers at plans* > -> when i get my HANDS UPON Fukros... 07:08:36

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(ŭ-ŭ i have forgorn once more and am the bog sad 07:49:45

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