A 13 year old male with green eyes, and black hair comes up the hill.
Jacob Heart has left the Infirmiry, finally donw with his long shift, and is walking towards Half-Blood Hill, as he sees the newcomer.
"Helo, there!"
“Hello.” His tone cold and lifeless.
"... Are you good...?"
“Yes.” His tone still being maintained,
"... Alright, bud..."
“Don’t call me bud.”
"Well then, what should I call you?"
“Sortops.” *you do get his tone is always going to be the lifeless one. Right?*
*Yup*
"Well, hello there, Sortops! Welcome to Camp Half-Blood."
“What may I call you?”
"I'm Jacob. Jacob Hart. Is this your first time here at camp?"
“Yes.”
He sighs.
"Well, Sortops, guess what! You know those old stories of the Greek Gods and whatnot?"
“I do.”
"Well, my good friend, all those stories aren't stories. They're real! And in fact, so are all those monsters and stuff from them, and those monsters want to kill you,"
“They do?”
"Yes. They do. Now, here at Camp, you're in one of the few places where you're mostly safe from the monsters."
“Makes sense.”
"Alright, good. Now, if you do get hurt, I can help heal you right up! All you have to do is visit the infirmity, and I'll probably be there. Alright?"
“Yes. But Im the one who injures not gets injured.”
"... Yeah, I'd like to ask you to not actively seek to harm others. I got enough work as it is, I din't need some newbie who thinks they own the place either beat up one of the other newbies, or get beat up by a veteran."
“I won’t get beat up. I obliterated my entire hometown.”
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
"really?" Bob Jr. says nervously "cuz there's a girl who wants to kill me because she scared me and some of her life force got drainded"
“I like death.” Although his tone is still cold and lifeless.
"hi Like Death my name is Bob Jr.!
“Sortops. Why are you so happy?”
"my last name isn't soap optetops. I'm not. When I'm happy all the plants grow bunches. when I'm sad and scared they die. die. die."
*This entire interaction is hilarious. Dark emo kid vs energetic giant child.*
*go to that page from Saturday that I posted on last and trace the story: energetic titan child Death and destruction causer*
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DM for the Daufuskie Dungeon Delvers. Happily a bookworm. Call me Tree. Creator and owner of the Tree Cult. ( I AM NOT THE FOCUS OF THE CULT!!!! ITS A GROUP OF PEOPLE WHO LIKE TREES!!!!!)
PM me the word BOOKS PM me the word TREE PM me if you wanna talk
A 13 year old male with green eyes, and black hair comes up the hill.
Jacob Heart has left the Infirmiry, finally donw with his long shift, and is walking towards Half-Blood Hill, as he sees the newcomer.
"Helo, there!"
“Hello.” His tone cold and lifeless.
"... Are you good...?"
“Yes.” His tone still being maintained,
"... Alright, bud..."
“Don’t call me bud.”
"Well then, what should I call you?"
“Sortops.” *you do get his tone is always going to be the lifeless one. Right?*
*Yup*
"Well, hello there, Sortops! Welcome to Camp Half-Blood."
“What may I call you?”
"I'm Jacob. Jacob Hart. Is this your first time here at camp?"
“Yes.”
He sighs.
"Well, Sortops, guess what! You know those old stories of the Greek Gods and whatnot?"
“I do.”
"Well, my good friend, all those stories aren't stories. They're real! And in fact, so are all those monsters and stuff from them, and those monsters want to kill you,"
“They do?”
"Yes. They do. Now, here at Camp, you're in one of the few places where you're mostly safe from the monsters."
“Makes sense.”
"Alright, good. Now, if you do get hurt, I can help heal you right up! All you have to do is visit the infirmity, and I'll probably be there. Alright?"
“Yes. But Im the one who injures not gets injured.”
"... Yeah, I'd like to ask you to not actively seek to harm others. I got enough work as it is, I din't need some newbie who thinks they own the place either beat up one of the other newbies, or get beat up by a veteran."
“I won’t get beat up. I obliterated my entire hometown.”
*did he actually? That’s the question.*
He sighs, pulling out a notebook and writing some thing down.
"Listen, kid... You're new. I understand that you don;t know what's going on. But please don't try and fight random people. Either way if you beat them up, I'll have to heal them, and if they beat you up, which is more likely, I'll have to heal you. Either option is more work for me."
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Hello! This is the Alt account of Gonzalo2, which I made because I want more than six characters without having to pay for it.
A 13 year old male with green eyes, and black hair comes up the hill.
Jacob Heart has left the Infirmiry, finally donw with his long shift, and is walking towards Half-Blood Hill, as he sees the newcomer.
"Helo, there!"
“Hello.” His tone cold and lifeless.
"... Are you good...?"
“Yes.” His tone still being maintained,
"... Alright, bud..."
“Don’t call me bud.”
"Well then, what should I call you?"
“Sortops.” *you do get his tone is always going to be the lifeless one. Right?*
*Yup*
"Well, hello there, Sortops! Welcome to Camp Half-Blood."
“What may I call you?”
"I'm Jacob. Jacob Hart. Is this your first time here at camp?"
“Yes.”
He sighs.
"Well, Sortops, guess what! You know those old stories of the Greek Gods and whatnot?"
“I do.”
"Well, my good friend, all those stories aren't stories. They're real! And in fact, so are all those monsters and stuff from them, and those monsters want to kill you,"
“They do?”
"Yes. They do. Now, here at Camp, you're in one of the few places where you're mostly safe from the monsters."
“Makes sense.”
"Alright, good. Now, if you do get hurt, I can help heal you right up! All you have to do is visit the infirmity, and I'll probably be there. Alright?"
“Yes. But Im the one who injures not gets injured.”
"... Yeah, I'd like to ask you to not actively seek to harm others. I got enough work as it is, I din't need some newbie who thinks they own the place either beat up one of the other newbies, or get beat up by a veteran."
“I won’t get beat up. I obliterated my entire hometown.”
*did he actually? That’s the question.*
He sighs, pulling out a notebook and writing some thing down.
"Listen, kid... You're new. I understand that you don;t know what's going on. But please don't try and fight random people. Either way if you beat them up, I'll have to heal them, and if they beat you up, which is more likely, I'll have to heal you. Either option is more work for me."
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
"really?" Bob Jr. says nervously "cuz there's a girl who wants to kill me because she scared me and some of her life force got drainded"
“I like death.” Although his tone is still cold and lifeless.
"hi Like Death my name is Bob Jr.!
*I'm having Capatin Crunch flashbacks.*
*wthdym
*You wouldn't understand... you haven't gone through the Dad Joke Trials...*
*oh but I have why else would I have done a remake of the classic: "dad I'm hungry" "hey hungry"
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DM for the Daufuskie Dungeon Delvers. Happily a bookworm. Call me Tree. Creator and owner of the Tree Cult. ( I AM NOT THE FOCUS OF THE CULT!!!! ITS A GROUP OF PEOPLE WHO LIKE TREES!!!!!)
PM me the word BOOKS PM me the word TREE PM me if you wanna talk
A 13 year old male with green eyes, and black hair comes up the hill.
Jacob Heart has left the Infirmiry, finally donw with his long shift, and is walking towards Half-Blood Hill, as he sees the newcomer.
"Helo, there!"
“Hello.” His tone cold and lifeless.
"... Are you good...?"
“Yes.” His tone still being maintained,
"... Alright, bud..."
“Don’t call me bud.”
"Well then, what should I call you?"
“Sortops.” *you do get his tone is always going to be the lifeless one. Right?*
*Yup*
"Well, hello there, Sortops! Welcome to Camp Half-Blood."
“What may I call you?”
"I'm Jacob. Jacob Hart. Is this your first time here at camp?"
“Yes.”
He sighs.
"Well, Sortops, guess what! You know those old stories of the Greek Gods and whatnot?"
“I do.”
"Well, my good friend, all those stories aren't stories. They're real! And in fact, so are all those monsters and stuff from them, and those monsters want to kill you,"
“They do?”
"Yes. They do. Now, here at Camp, you're in one of the few places where you're mostly safe from the monsters."
“Makes sense.”
"Alright, good. Now, if you do get hurt, I can help heal you right up! All you have to do is visit the infirmity, and I'll probably be there. Alright?"
“Yes. But Im the one who injures not gets injured.”
"... Yeah, I'd like to ask you to not actively seek to harm others. I got enough work as it is, I din't need some newbie who thinks they own the place either beat up one of the other newbies, or get beat up by a veteran."
“I won’t get beat up. I obliterated my entire hometown.”
*did he actually? That’s the question.*
He sighs, pulling out a notebook and writing some thing down.
"Listen, kid... You're new. I understand that you don;t know what's going on. But please don't try and fight random people. Either way if you beat them up, I'll have to heal them, and if they beat you up, which is more likely, I'll have to heal you. Either option is more work for me."
“Fine.”
"Thank you!"
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Hello! This is the Alt account of Gonzalo2, which I made because I want more than six characters without having to pay for it.
"really?" Bob Jr. says nervously "cuz there's a girl who wants to kill me because she scared me and some of her life force got drainded"
“I like death.” Although his tone is still cold and lifeless.
"hi Like Death my name is Bob Jr.!
“Sortops. Why are you so happy?”
"my last name isn't soap optetops. I'm not. When I'm happy all the plants grow bunches. when I'm sad and scared they die. die. die."
“My name is Sortops.”
"okay! hi Soap-optetops!" the grass and stuff stops dying and regrows/returns to life.
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DM for the Daufuskie Dungeon Delvers. Happily a bookworm. Call me Tree. Creator and owner of the Tree Cult. ( I AM NOT THE FOCUS OF THE CULT!!!! ITS A GROUP OF PEOPLE WHO LIKE TREES!!!!!)
PM me the word BOOKS PM me the word TREE PM me if you wanna talk
A 13 year old male with green eyes, and black hair comes up the hill.
Jacob Heart has left the Infirmiry, finally donw with his long shift, and is walking towards Half-Blood Hill, as he sees the newcomer.
"Helo, there!"
“Hello.” His tone cold and lifeless.
"... Are you good...?"
“Yes.” His tone still being maintained,
"... Alright, bud..."
“Don’t call me bud.”
"Well then, what should I call you?"
“Sortops.” *you do get his tone is always going to be the lifeless one. Right?*
*Yup*
"Well, hello there, Sortops! Welcome to Camp Half-Blood."
“What may I call you?”
"I'm Jacob. Jacob Hart. Is this your first time here at camp?"
“Yes.”
He sighs.
"Well, Sortops, guess what! You know those old stories of the Greek Gods and whatnot?"
“I do.”
"Well, my good friend, all those stories aren't stories. They're real! And in fact, so are all those monsters and stuff from them, and those monsters want to kill you,"
“They do?”
"Yes. They do. Now, here at Camp, you're in one of the few places where you're mostly safe from the monsters."
“Makes sense.”
"Alright, good. Now, if you do get hurt, I can help heal you right up! All you have to do is visit the infirmity, and I'll probably be there. Alright?"
“Yes. But Im the one who injures not gets injured.”
"... Yeah, I'd like to ask you to not actively seek to harm others. I got enough work as it is, I din't need some newbie who thinks they own the place either beat up one of the other newbies, or get beat up by a veteran."
“I won’t get beat up. I obliterated my entire hometown.”
*did he actually? That’s the question.*
He sighs, pulling out a notebook and writing some thing down.
"Listen, kid... You're new. I understand that you don;t know what's going on. But please don't try and fight random people. Either way if you beat them up, I'll have to heal them, and if they beat you up, which is more likely, I'll have to heal you. Either option is more work for me."
“Fine.”
"Thank you!"
He doesn’t reply. His neutral expression turns into a frown.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
A 13 year old male with green eyes, and black hair comes up the hill.
Jacob Heart has left the Infirmiry, finally donw with his long shift, and is walking towards Half-Blood Hill, as he sees the newcomer.
"Helo, there!"
“Hello.” His tone cold and lifeless.
"... Are you good...?"
“Yes.” His tone still being maintained,
"... Alright, bud..."
“Don’t call me bud.”
"Well then, what should I call you?"
“Sortops.” *you do get his tone is always going to be the lifeless one. Right?*
*Yup*
"Well, hello there, Sortops! Welcome to Camp Half-Blood."
“What may I call you?”
"I'm Jacob. Jacob Hart. Is this your first time here at camp?"
“Yes.”
He sighs.
"Well, Sortops, guess what! You know those old stories of the Greek Gods and whatnot?"
“I do.”
"Well, my good friend, all those stories aren't stories. They're real! And in fact, so are all those monsters and stuff from them, and those monsters want to kill you,"
“They do?”
"Yes. They do. Now, here at Camp, you're in one of the few places where you're mostly safe from the monsters."
“Makes sense.”
"Alright, good. Now, if you do get hurt, I can help heal you right up! All you have to do is visit the infirmity, and I'll probably be there. Alright?"
“Yes. But Im the one who injures not gets injured.”
"... Yeah, I'd like to ask you to not actively seek to harm others. I got enough work as it is, I din't need some newbie who thinks they own the place either beat up one of the other newbies, or get beat up by a veteran."
“I won’t get beat up. I obliterated my entire hometown.”
*did he actually? That’s the question.*
He sighs, pulling out a notebook and writing some thing down.
"Listen, kid... You're new. I understand that you don;t know what's going on. But please don't try and fight random people. Either way if you beat them up, I'll have to heal them, and if they beat you up, which is more likely, I'll have to heal you. Either option is more work for me."
“Fine.”
"Thank you!"
He doesn’t reply. His neutral expression turns into a frown.
"... You good...?"
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Hello! This is the Alt account of Gonzalo2, which I made because I want more than six characters without having to pay for it.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
A 13 year old male with green eyes, and black hair comes up the hill.
Jacob Heart has left the Infirmiry, finally donw with his long shift, and is walking towards Half-Blood Hill, as he sees the newcomer.
"Helo, there!"
“Hello.” His tone cold and lifeless.
"... Are you good...?"
“Yes.” His tone still being maintained,
"... Alright, bud..."
“Don’t call me bud.”
"Well then, what should I call you?"
“Sortops.” *you do get his tone is always going to be the lifeless one. Right?*
*Yup*
"Well, hello there, Sortops! Welcome to Camp Half-Blood."
“What may I call you?”
"I'm Jacob. Jacob Hart. Is this your first time here at camp?"
“Yes.”
He sighs.
"Well, Sortops, guess what! You know those old stories of the Greek Gods and whatnot?"
“I do.”
"Well, my good friend, all those stories aren't stories. They're real! And in fact, so are all those monsters and stuff from them, and those monsters want to kill you,"
“They do?”
"Yes. They do. Now, here at Camp, you're in one of the few places where you're mostly safe from the monsters."
“Makes sense.”
"Alright, good. Now, if you do get hurt, I can help heal you right up! All you have to do is visit the infirmity, and I'll probably be there. Alright?"
“Yes. But Im the one who injures not gets injured.”
"... Yeah, I'd like to ask you to not actively seek to harm others. I got enough work as it is, I din't need some newbie who thinks they own the place either beat up one of the other newbies, or get beat up by a veteran."
“I won’t get beat up. I obliterated my entire hometown.”
*did he actually? That’s the question.*
He sighs, pulling out a notebook and writing some thing down.
"Listen, kid... You're new. I understand that you don;t know what's going on. But please don't try and fight random people. Either way if you beat them up, I'll have to heal them, and if they beat you up, which is more likely, I'll have to heal you. Either option is more work for me."
“Fine.”
"Thank you!"
He doesn’t reply. His neutral expression turns into a frown.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
"really?" Bob Jr. says nervously "cuz there's a girl who wants to kill me because she scared me and some of her life force got drainded"
“I like death.” Although his tone is still cold and lifeless.
"hi Like Death my name is Bob Jr.!
*I'm having Capatin Crunch flashbacks.*
*wthdym
*You wouldn't understand... you haven't gone through the Dad Joke Trials...*
*oh but I have why else would I have done a remake of the classic: "dad I'm hungry" "hey hungry"
*... So you should know what I mean when I say I'm having Capatin Crunch flashbacks...*
*this one? "did you hear who killed captain crunch?" " it was a cereal killer."
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DM for the Daufuskie Dungeon Delvers. Happily a bookworm. Call me Tree. Creator and owner of the Tree Cult. ( I AM NOT THE FOCUS OF THE CULT!!!! ITS A GROUP OF PEOPLE WHO LIKE TREES!!!!!)
PM me the word BOOKS PM me the word TREE PM me if you wanna talk
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
"really?" Bob Jr. says nervously "cuz there's a girl who wants to kill me because she scared me and some of her life force got drainded"
“I like death.” Although his tone is still cold and lifeless.
"hi Like Death my name is Bob Jr.!
“Sortops. Why are you so happy?”
"my last name isn't soap optetops. I'm not. When I'm happy all the plants grow bunches. when I'm sad and scared they die. die. die."
“My name is Sortops.”
"okay! hi Soap-optetops!" the grass and stuff stops dying and regrows/returns to life.
He frowns.
Bob Jr looks sad and the grass stops growing "what's wrong?"
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DM for the Daufuskie Dungeon Delvers. Happily a bookworm. Call me Tree. Creator and owner of the Tree Cult. ( I AM NOT THE FOCUS OF THE CULT!!!! ITS A GROUP OF PEOPLE WHO LIKE TREES!!!!!)
PM me the word BOOKS PM me the word TREE PM me if you wanna talk
*This entire interaction is hilarious. Dark emo kid vs energetic giant child.*
Hello! This is the Alt account of Gonzalo2, which I made because I want more than six characters without having to pay for it.
“I won’t get beat up. I obliterated my entire hometown.”
*did he actually? That’s the question.*
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
*You wouldn't understand... you haven't gone through the Dad Joke Trials...*
Hello! This is the Alt account of Gonzalo2, which I made because I want more than six characters without having to pay for it.
“My name is Sortops.”
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
*go to that page from Saturday that I posted on last and trace the story:
energetic titan childDeath and destruction causer*DM for the Daufuskie Dungeon Delvers. Happily a bookworm. Call me Tree. Creator and owner of the Tree Cult. ( I AM NOT THE FOCUS OF THE CULT!!!! ITS A GROUP OF PEOPLE WHO LIKE TREES!!!!!)
PM me the word BOOKS PM me the word TREE PM me if you wanna talk
He sighs, pulling out a notebook and writing some thing down.
"Listen, kid... You're new. I understand that you don;t know what's going on. But please don't try and fight random people. Either way if you beat them up, I'll have to heal them, and if they beat you up, which is more likely, I'll have to heal you. Either option is more work for me."
Hello! This is the Alt account of Gonzalo2, which I made because I want more than six characters without having to pay for it.
“Fine.”
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
*oh but I have why else would I have done a remake of the classic: "dad I'm hungry" "hey hungry"
DM for the Daufuskie Dungeon Delvers. Happily a bookworm. Call me Tree. Creator and owner of the Tree Cult. ( I AM NOT THE FOCUS OF THE CULT!!!! ITS A GROUP OF PEOPLE WHO LIKE TREES!!!!!)
PM me the word BOOKS PM me the word TREE PM me if you wanna talk
*... So you should know what I mean when I say I'm having Capatin Crunch flashbacks...*
Hello! This is the Alt account of Gonzalo2, which I made because I want more than six characters without having to pay for it.
"Thank you!"
Hello! This is the Alt account of Gonzalo2, which I made because I want more than six characters without having to pay for it.
"okay! hi Soap-optetops!" the grass and stuff stops dying and regrows/returns to life.
DM for the Daufuskie Dungeon Delvers. Happily a bookworm. Call me Tree. Creator and owner of the Tree Cult. ( I AM NOT THE FOCUS OF THE CULT!!!! ITS A GROUP OF PEOPLE WHO LIKE TREES!!!!!)
PM me the word BOOKS PM me the word TREE PM me if you wanna talk
He doesn’t reply. His neutral expression turns into a frown.
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
"... You good...?"
Hello! This is the Alt account of Gonzalo2, which I made because I want more than six characters without having to pay for it.
He frowns.
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
“I’m fine.”
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
*CUT WITH CIRCLE*
"... You don't look fine."
Hello! This is the Alt account of Gonzalo2, which I made because I want more than six characters without having to pay for it.
*this one? "did you hear who killed captain crunch?" " it was a cereal killer."
DM for the Daufuskie Dungeon Delvers. Happily a bookworm. Call me Tree. Creator and owner of the Tree Cult. ( I AM NOT THE FOCUS OF THE CULT!!!! ITS A GROUP OF PEOPLE WHO LIKE TREES!!!!!)
PM me the word BOOKS PM me the word TREE PM me if you wanna talk
“I am.”
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
Bob Jr looks sad and the grass stops growing "what's wrong?"
DM for the Daufuskie Dungeon Delvers. Happily a bookworm. Call me Tree. Creator and owner of the Tree Cult. ( I AM NOT THE FOCUS OF THE CULT!!!! ITS A GROUP OF PEOPLE WHO LIKE TREES!!!!!)
PM me the word BOOKS PM me the word TREE PM me if you wanna talk
"... Alright..."
Hello! This is the Alt account of Gonzalo2, which I made because I want more than six characters without having to pay for it.