Well, they’re not my organs but that’s ok! At least I have some!
*appeared from the void, slit a hole in your stomach, grabbed the organs, and returned to the void*
EVERYBODY, KEEP YOUR ORGANS, PLEASE
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Hello! Call meTana. My pronouns are She/Her. I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, Pansexual pancake, and ace I will mother you if you are being stupid. ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
Standing there, a woman, wings on her back, outstretched as if about to fly, caught in the middle of a dance, with the music blaring in the background. A face of pure sincerity graced her face. The wings themselves were beautiful and terrible at the same time; the pain caused simply because they were there was evident by the tense muscles on her back, made out of silver metal, they reflected the faces of the thousands of people watching quietly, the beauty of it was evident by the awe on their faces. They stared and watched the scene of beauty, forgetting the hate of the world in the face of awe. And in the background stood the backdrop, a simple blue-pink-white colors, fading in between each color with sincere beauty, matching the color of her outfit to make it seem as if everything was beauty. Amidst all of the screens projecting her image, stand the words If only these wings could fly.
And the crowd cheers. They forget their worries, envelop themselves in the image. The wings, the sincerity of the moment, drags them down, down, down like a maelstrom. In time, people come to accept things. It’s one of the fallacies of this world —that things take time. But, these people refuse to allow time to become an obstacle. They wish that the flag would extend forever, so that they could lose themselves in its eternity. "One must be a sea, to receive a polluted stream without becoming impure."
A great flame is what she is, ever strong, ever vast, ever wide. Drips may break her, but they will never break her down. She will stand strong, and spread; she will grow, even if people try to stamp her; 'cause she ain't just an passing flame, just a small spark; she will remain ever strong, never fully gone, 'cause you can't break her, 'cause even if you try, she'll be whole again, she'll grow again, she'll never fall down. You can't knock a cave wall down a hole, only hurt it and throw yourself down. So if you try to break her, just see, how far you've fallen, and you can't flee. Broken down, is what one shall be, if you break her down, you only will fall, until the day, you've lost your all. The world will scream her name, just you wait and see, as every star has her haters; that's just the fee.
Does everybody like this?
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Hello! Call meTana. My pronouns are She/Her. I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, Pansexual pancake, and ace I will mother you if you are being stupid. ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
Standing there, a woman, wings on her back, outstretched as if about to fly, caught in the middle of a dance, with the music blaring in the background. A face of pure sincerity graced her face. The wings themselves were beautiful and terrible at the same time; the pain caused simply because they were there was evident by the tense muscles on her back, made out of silver metal, they reflected the faces of the thousands of people watching quietly, the beauty of it was evident by the awe on their faces. They stared and watched the scene of beauty, forgetting the hate of the world in the face of awe. And in the background stood the backdrop, a simple blue-pink-white colors, fading in between each color with sincere beauty, matching the color of her outfit to make it seem as if everything was beauty. Amidst all of the screens projecting her image, stand the words If only these wings could fly.
And the crowd cheers. They forget their worries, envelop themselves in the image. The wings, the sincerity of the moment, drags them down, down, down like a maelstrom. In time, people come to accept things. It’s one of the fallacies of this world —that things take time. But, these people refuse to allow time to become an obstacle. They wish that the flag would extend forever, so that they could lose themselves in its eternity. "One must be a sea, to receive a polluted stream without becoming impure."
A great flame is what she is, ever strong, ever vast, ever wide. Drips may break her, but they will never break her down. She will stand strong, and spread; she will grow, even if people try to stamp her; 'cause she ain't just an passing flame, just a small spark; she will remain ever strong, never fully gone, 'cause you can't break her, 'cause even if you try, she'll be whole again, she'll grow again, she'll never fall down. You can't knock a cave wall down a hole, only hurt it and throw yourself down. So if you try to break her, just see, how far you've fallen, and you can't flee. Broken down, is what one shall be, if you break her down, you only will fall, until the day, you've lost your all. The world will scream her name, just you wait and see, as every star has her haters; that's just the fee.
Standing there, a woman, wings on her back, outstretched as if about to fly, caught in the middle of a dance, with the music blaring in the background. A face of pure sincerity graced her face. The wings themselves were beautiful and terrible at the same time; the pain caused simply because they were there was evident by the tense muscles on her back, made out of silver metal, they reflected the faces of the thousands of people watching quietly, the beauty of it was evident by the awe on their faces. They stared and watched the scene of beauty, forgetting the hate of the world in the face of awe. And in the background stood the backdrop, a simple blue-pink-white colors, fading in between each color with sincere beauty, matching the color of her outfit to make it seem as if everything was beauty. Amidst all of the screens projecting her image, stand the words If only these wings could fly.
And the crowd cheers. They forget their worries, envelop themselves in the image. The wings, the sincerity of the moment, drags them down, down, down like a maelstrom. In time, people come to accept things. It’s one of the fallacies of this world —that things take time. But, these people refuse to allow time to become an obstacle. They wish that the flag would extend forever, so that they could lose themselves in its eternity. "One must be a sea, to receive a polluted stream without becoming impure."
A great flame is what she is, ever strong, ever vast, ever wide. Drips may break her, but they will never break her down. She will stand strong, and spread; she will grow, even if people try to stamp her; 'cause she ain't just an passing flame, just a small spark; she will remain ever strong, never fully gone, 'cause you can't break her, 'cause even if you try, she'll be whole again, she'll grow again, she'll never fall down. You can't knock a cave wall down a hole, only hurt it and throw yourself down. So if you try to break her, just see, how far you've fallen, and you can't flee. Broken down, is what one shall be, if you break her down, you only will fall, until the day, you've lost your all. The world will scream her name, just you wait and see, as every star has her haters; that's just the fee.
Does everybody like this?
I don't get it
It seems a bit pretentious, honestly, but I don't think that was your intent
I feel so mean writing this, like one of those stupid journalists on the internet who play the first level of a video game then call it too difficult and rate it 4.8/10
Standing there, a woman, wings on her back, outstretched as if about to fly, caught in the middle of a dance, with the music blaring in the background. A face of pure sincerity graced her face. The wings themselves were beautiful and terrible at the same time; the pain caused simply because they were there was evident by the tense muscles on her back, made out of silver metal, they reflected the faces of the thousands of people watching quietly, the beauty of it was evident by the awe on their faces. They stared and watched the scene of beauty, forgetting the hate of the world in the face of awe. And in the background stood the backdrop, a simple blue-pink-white colors, fading in between each color with sincere beauty, matching the color of her outfit to make it seem as if everything was beauty. Amidst all of the screens projecting her image, stand the words If only these wings could fly.
And the crowd cheers. They forget their worries, envelop themselves in the image. The wings, the sincerity of the moment, drags them down, down, down like a maelstrom. In time, people come to accept things. It’s one of the fallacies of this world —that things take time. But, these people refuse to allow time to become an obstacle. They wish that the flag would extend forever, so that they could lose themselves in its eternity. "One must be a sea, to receive a polluted stream without becoming impure."
A great flame is what she is, ever strong, ever vast, ever wide. Drips may break her, but they will never break her down. She will stand strong, and spread; she will grow, even if people try to stamp her; 'cause she ain't just an passing flame, just a small spark; she will remain ever strong, never fully gone, 'cause you can't break her, 'cause even if you try, she'll be whole again, she'll grow again, she'll never fall down. You can't knock a cave wall down a hole, only hurt it and throw yourself down. So if you try to break her, just see, how far you've fallen, and you can't flee. Broken down, is what one shall be, if you break her down, you only will fall, until the day, you've lost your all. The world will scream her name, just you wait and see, as every star has her haters; that's just the fee.
Standing there, a woman, wings on her back, outstretched as if about to fly, caught in the middle of a dance, with the music blaring in the background. A face of pure sincerity graced her face. The wings themselves were beautiful and terrible at the same time; the pain caused simply because they were there was evident by the tense muscles on her back, made out of silver metal, they reflected the faces of the thousands of people watching quietly, the beauty of it was evident by the awe on their faces. They stared and watched the scene of beauty, forgetting the hate of the world in the face of awe. And in the background stood the backdrop, a simple blue-pink-white colors, fading in between each color with sincere beauty, matching the color of her outfit to make it seem as if everything was beauty. Amidst all of the screens projecting her image, stand the words If only these wings could fly.
And the crowd cheers. They forget their worries, envelop themselves in the image. The wings, the sincerity of the moment, drags them down, down, down like a maelstrom. In time, people come to accept things. It’s one of the fallacies of this world —that things take time. But, these people refuse to allow time to become an obstacle. They wish that the flag would extend forever, so that they could lose themselves in its eternity. "One must be a sea, to receive a polluted stream without becoming impure."
A great flame is what she is, ever strong, ever vast, ever wide. Drips may break her, but they will never break her down. She will stand strong, and spread; she will grow, even if people try to stamp her; 'cause she ain't just an passing flame, just a small spark; she will remain ever strong, never fully gone, 'cause you can't break her, 'cause even if you try, she'll be whole again, she'll grow again, she'll never fall down. You can't knock a cave wall down a hole, only hurt it and throw yourself down. So if you try to break her, just see, how far you've fallen, and you can't flee. Broken down, is what one shall be, if you break her down, you only will fall, until the day, you've lost your all. The world will scream her name, just you wait and see, as every star has her haters; that's just the fee.
Does everybody like this?
I don't get it
It seems a bit pretentious, honestly, but I don't think that was your intent
I feel so mean writing this, like one of those stupid journalists on the internet who play the first level of a video game then call it too difficult and rate it 4.8/10
Ah
It seems like the paragraphs don't fit together well?
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Hello! Call meTana. My pronouns are She/Her. I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, Pansexual pancake, and ace I will mother you if you are being stupid. ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
Standing there, a woman, wings on her back, outstretched as if about to fly, caught in the middle of a dance, with the music blaring in the background. A face of pure sincerity graced her face. The wings themselves were beautiful and terrible at the same time; the pain caused simply because they were there was evident by the tense muscles on her back, made out of silver metal, they reflected the faces of the thousands of people watching quietly, the beauty of it was evident by the awe on their faces. They stared and watched the scene of beauty, forgetting the hate of the world in the face of awe. And in the background stood the backdrop, a simple blue-pink-white colors, fading in between each color with sincere beauty, matching the color of her outfit to make it seem as if everything was beauty. Amidst all of the screens projecting her image, stand the words If only these wings could fly.
And the crowd cheers. They forget their worries, envelop themselves in the image. The wings, the sincerity of the moment, drags them down, down, down like a maelstrom. In time, people come to accept things. It’s one of the fallacies of this world —that things take time. But, these people refuse to allow time to become an obstacle. They wish that the flag would extend forever, so that they could lose themselves in its eternity. "One must be a sea, to receive a polluted stream without becoming impure."
A great flame is what she is, ever strong, ever vast, ever wide. Drips may break her, but they will never break her down. She will stand strong, and spread; she will grow, even if people try to stamp her; 'cause she ain't just an passing flame, just a small spark; she will remain ever strong, never fully gone, 'cause you can't break her, 'cause even if you try, she'll be whole again, she'll grow again, she'll never fall down. You can't knock a cave wall down a hole, only hurt it and throw yourself down. So if you try to break her, just see, how far you've fallen, and you can't flee. Broken down, is what one shall be, if you break her down, you only will fall, until the day, you've lost your all. The world will scream her name, just you wait and see, as every star has her haters; that's just the fee.
Does everybody like this?
It’s really nice! Me likes!
Thank you!
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Hello! Call meTana. My pronouns are She/Her. I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, Pansexual pancake, and ace I will mother you if you are being stupid. ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
Standing there, a woman, wings on her back, outstretched as if about to fly, caught in the middle of a dance, with the music blaring in the background. A face of pure sincerity graced her face. The wings themselves were beautiful and terrible at the same time; the pain caused simply because they were there was evident by the tense muscles on her back, made out of silver metal, they reflected the faces of the thousands of people watching quietly, the beauty of it was evident by the awe on their faces. They stared and watched the scene of beauty, forgetting the hate of the world in the face of awe. And in the background stood the backdrop, a simple blue-pink-white colors, fading in between each color with sincere beauty, matching the color of her outfit to make it seem as if everything was beauty. Amidst all of the screens projecting her image, stand the words If only these wings could fly.
And the crowd cheers. They forget their worries, envelop themselves in the image. The wings, the sincerity of the moment, drags them down, down, down like a maelstrom. In time, people come to accept things. It’s one of the fallacies of this world —that things take time. But, these people refuse to allow time to become an obstacle. They wish that the flag would extend forever, so that they could lose themselves in its eternity. "One must be a sea, to receive a polluted stream without becoming impure."
A great flame is what she is, ever strong, ever vast, ever wide. Drips may break her, but they will never break her down. She will stand strong, and spread; she will grow, even if people try to stamp her; 'cause she ain't just an passing flame, just a small spark; she will remain ever strong, never fully gone, 'cause you can't break her, 'cause even if you try, she'll be whole again, she'll grow again, she'll never fall down. You can't knock a cave wall down a hole, only hurt it and throw yourself down. So if you try to break her, just see, how far you've fallen, and you can't flee. Broken down, is what one shall be, if you break her down, you only will fall, until the day, you've lost your all. The world will scream her name, just you wait and see, as every star has her haters; that's just the fee.
Does everybody like this?
I don't get it
It seems a bit pretentious, honestly, but I don't think that was your intent
I feel so mean writing this, like one of those stupid journalists on the internet who play the first level of a video game then call it too difficult and rate it 4.8/10
Ah
It seems like the paragraphs don't fit together well?
That’s not what he said…
And I disagree with him but that’s just me
Think I see the deeper meaning with like the colors.
Standing there, a woman, wings on her back, outstretched as if about to fly, caught in the middle of a dance, with the music blaring in the background. A face of pure sincerity graced her face. The wings themselves were beautiful and terrible at the same time; the pain caused simply because they were there was evident by the tense muscles on her back, made out of silver metal, they reflected the faces of the thousands of people watching quietly, the beauty of it was evident by the awe on their faces. They stared and watched the scene of beauty, forgetting the hate of the world in the face of awe. And in the background stood the backdrop, a simple blue-pink-white colors, fading in between each color with sincere beauty, matching the color of her outfit to make it seem as if everything was beauty. Amidst all of the screens projecting her image, stand the words If only these wings could fly.
And the crowd cheers. They forget their worries, envelop themselves in the image. The wings, the sincerity of the moment, drags them down, down, down like a maelstrom. In time, people come to accept things. It’s one of the fallacies of this world —that things take time. But, these people refuse to allow time to become an obstacle. They wish that the flag would extend forever, so that they could lose themselves in its eternity. "One must be a sea, to receive a polluted stream without becoming impure."
A great flame is what she is, ever strong, ever vast, ever wide. Drips may break her, but they will never break her down. She will stand strong, and spread; she will grow, even if people try to stamp her; 'cause she ain't just an passing flame, just a small spark; she will remain ever strong, never fully gone, 'cause you can't break her, 'cause even if you try, she'll be whole again, she'll grow again, she'll never fall down. You can't knock a cave wall down a hole, only hurt it and throw yourself down. So if you try to break her, just see, how far you've fallen, and you can't flee. Broken down, is what one shall be, if you break her down, you only will fall, until the day, you've lost your all. The world will scream her name, just you wait and see, as every star has her haters; that's just the fee.
Does everybody like this?
I don't get it
It seems a bit pretentious, honestly, but I don't think that was your intent
I feel so mean writing this, like one of those stupid journalists on the internet who play the first level of a video game then call it too difficult and rate it 4.8/10
Ah
It seems like the paragraphs don't fit together well?
That’s not what he said…
And I disagree with him but that’s just me
Think I see the deeper meaning with like the colors.
The colors actually have nothing to do with it
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Hello! Call meTana. My pronouns are She/Her. I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, Pansexual pancake, and ace I will mother you if you are being stupid. ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
Standing there, a woman, wings on her back, outstretched as if about to fly, caught in the middle of a dance, with the music blaring in the background. A face of pure sincerity graced her face. The wings themselves were beautiful and terrible at the same time; the pain caused simply because they were there was evident by the tense muscles on her back, made out of silver metal, they reflected the faces of the thousands of people watching quietly, the beauty of it was evident by the awe on their faces. They stared and watched the scene of beauty, forgetting the hate of the world in the face of awe. And in the background stood the backdrop, a simple blue-pink-white colors, fading in between each color with sincere beauty, matching the color of her outfit to make it seem as if everything was beauty. Amidst all of the screens projecting her image, stand the words If only these wings could fly.
And the crowd cheers. They forget their worries, envelop themselves in the image. The wings, the sincerity of the moment, drags them down, down, down like a maelstrom. In time, people come to accept things. It’s one of the fallacies of this world —that things take time. But, these people refuse to allow time to become an obstacle. They wish that the flag would extend forever, so that they could lose themselves in its eternity. "One must be a sea, to receive a polluted stream without becoming impure."
A great flame is what she is, ever strong, ever vast, ever wide. Drips may break her, but they will never break her down. She will stand strong, and spread; she will grow, even if people try to stamp her; 'cause she ain't just an passing flame, just a small spark; she will remain ever strong, never fully gone, 'cause you can't break her, 'cause even if you try, she'll be whole again, she'll grow again, she'll never fall down. You can't knock a cave wall down a hole, only hurt it and throw yourself down. So if you try to break her, just see, how far you've fallen, and you can't flee. Broken down, is what one shall be, if you break her down, you only will fall, until the day, you've lost your all. The world will scream her name, just you wait and see, as every star has her haters; that's just the fee.
Does everybody like this?
I don't get it
It seems a bit pretentious, honestly, but I don't think that was your intent
I feel so mean writing this, like one of those stupid journalists on the internet who play the first level of a video game then call it too difficult and rate it 4.8/10
Ah
It seems like the paragraphs don't fit together well?
That’s not what he said…
And I disagree with him but that’s just me
Think I see the deeper meaning with like the colors.
Standing there, a woman, wings on her back, outstretched as if about to fly, caught in the middle of a dance, with the music blaring in the background. A face of pure sincerity graced her face. The wings themselves were beautiful and terrible at the same time; the pain caused simply because they were there was evident by the tense muscles on her back, made out of silver metal, they reflected the faces of the thousands of people watching quietly, the beauty of it was evident by the awe on their faces. They stared and watched the scene of beauty, forgetting the hate of the world in the face of awe. And in the background stood the backdrop, a simple blue-pink-white colors, fading in between each color with sincere beauty, matching the color of her outfit to make it seem as if everything was beauty. Amidst all of the screens projecting her image, stand the words If only these wings could fly.
And the crowd cheers. They forget their worries, envelop themselves in the image. The wings, the sincerity of the moment, drags them down, down, down like a maelstrom. In time, people come to accept things. It’s one of the fallacies of this world —that things take time. But, these people refuse to allow time to become an obstacle. They wish that the flag would extend forever, so that they could lose themselves in its eternity. "One must be a sea, to receive a polluted stream without becoming impure."
A great flame is what she is, ever strong, ever vast, ever wide. Drips may break her, but they will never break her down. She will stand strong, and spread; she will grow, even if people try to stamp her; 'cause she ain't just an passing flame, just a small spark; she will remain ever strong, never fully gone, 'cause you can't break her, 'cause even if you try, she'll be whole again, she'll grow again, she'll never fall down. You can't knock a cave wall down a hole, only hurt it and throw yourself down. So if you try to break her, just see, how far you've fallen, and you can't flee. Broken down, is what one shall be, if you break her down, you only will fall, until the day, you've lost your all. The world will scream her name, just you wait and see, as every star has her haters; that's just the fee.
Does everybody like this?
I don't get it
It seems a bit pretentious, honestly, but I don't think that was your intent
I feel so mean writing this, like one of those stupid journalists on the internet who play the first level of a video game then call it too difficult and rate it 4.8/10
Ah
It seems like the paragraphs don't fit together well?
That’s not what he said…
And I disagree with him but that’s just me
Think I see the deeper meaning with like the colors.
Hello! Call meTana. My pronouns are She/Her. I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, Pansexual pancake, and ace I will mother you if you are being stupid. ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
*appeared from the void, slit a hole in your stomach, grabbed the organs, and returned to the void*
call me chara, or charas acomplice
Currently in jeff the Evil Roomba cult, and cult of the party wizard i am a knight of craftmancy and fancy folkith of the inland pirate kingdom
PM me the word AVACADO
EVERYBODY, KEEP YOUR ORGANS, PLEASE
Hello! Call me Tana.
My pronouns are She/Her.
I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, Pansexual pancake, and ace
I will mother you if you are being stupid.
ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
*nah, my worms protect me so they eat you instead*
…and his brother loved worms. AVACADO
Does everybody like this?
Hello! Call me Tana.
My pronouns are She/Her.
I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, Pansexual pancake, and ace
I will mother you if you are being stupid.
ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
*nah, i move too fast+ even then, I can just return to the void, plus remember, you sent them away until CALLED APON again, which they were not*
call me chara, or charas acomplice
Currently in jeff the Evil Roomba cult, and cult of the party wizard i am a knight of craftmancy and fancy folkith of the inland pirate kingdom
PM me the word AVACADO
It’s really nice! Me likes!
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023
I don't get it
It seems a bit pretentious, honestly, but I don't think that was your intent
I feel so mean writing this, like one of those stupid journalists on the internet who play the first level of a video game then call it too difficult and rate it 4.8/10
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Daaaaang that’s good. I’m intruieged.
…and his brother loved worms. AVACADO
Ah
It seems like the paragraphs don't fit together well?
Hello! Call me Tana.
My pronouns are She/Her.
I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, Pansexual pancake, and ace
I will mother you if you are being stupid.
ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
Thank you!
Hello! Call me Tana.
My pronouns are She/Her.
I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, Pansexual pancake, and ace
I will mother you if you are being stupid.
ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
*Wormelepathy, part of the benefits of being a Paladin of Providence, I can communicate mentally with all worms on the same plane of existence as me.*
…and his brother loved worms. AVACADO
That’s not what he said…
And I disagree with him but that’s just me
Think I see the deeper meaning with like the colors.
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023
The colors actually have nothing to do with it
Hello! Call me Tana.
My pronouns are She/Her.
I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, Pansexual pancake, and ace
I will mother you if you are being stupid.
ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
*yeah... and it took me less than a few seccond to gut and take your organs, and with the element of surprise, there is no way to react that fast*
call me chara, or charas acomplice
Currently in jeff the Evil Roomba cult, and cult of the party wizard i am a knight of craftmancy and fancy folkith of the inland pirate kingdom
PM me the word AVACADO
Naw I didn’t mean those colors
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023
Then what ones?
The blue pink and white?
Yeah, trans flag
Hello! Call me Tana.
My pronouns are She/Her.
I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, Pansexual pancake, and ace
I will mother you if you are being stupid.
ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
*yeah…and my worms are still tracking you down then.*
…and his brother loved worms. AVACADO
*good luck reaching me, considering im in my patrons demiplain*
call me chara, or charas acomplice
Currently in jeff the Evil Roomba cult, and cult of the party wizard i am a knight of craftmancy and fancy folkith of the inland pirate kingdom
PM me the word AVACADO
*or maybe outside the plains? where would the void rest?*
call me chara, or charas acomplice
Currently in jeff the Evil Roomba cult, and cult of the party wizard i am a knight of craftmancy and fancy folkith of the inland pirate kingdom
PM me the word AVACADO
*Wormaportation, I can use the power of wormholes in literal worm holes, it’s disgusting but it can transport me between the planes instantaneously.*
…and his brother loved worms. AVACADO