Old Waldo shouts over from the bar. 'Still having fun?'
“Yeah! This is super great. I’m glad I finally got my first gun!”
'Nice to see you're having fun with it. Gotten any kills yet?'
“Uhhhhhhh… a couple of rats?”
'Ah yep, you're picking up the slang already. Well, good going, kiddo. Blast those unchipped into smithereens. Raise your 'KC' or whatever they call it these days'
“N-no like, um, rats. The animals. I was using them as target practice.”
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Old Waldo shouts over from the bar. 'Still having fun?'
"Hey, you made a commisiion"
'Made a what now?'
"You tossed me a coin. Money=art."
'I guess so, yeah. Don't see many artists here, we could do with some. At the moment it's still just all those pro-hunt posters that got stuck up back in the first days of Kio Street. Motivational enough I guess, but not too imaginative'
"Don't call that pathetic garbage art. It's propaganda"
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3 Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees (and hopefully more)
Old Waldo shouts over from the bar. 'Still having fun?'
“Yeah! This is super great. I’m glad I finally got my first gun!”
'Nice to see you're having fun with it. Gotten any kills yet?'
“Uhhhhhhh… a couple of rats?”
'Ah yep, you're picking up the slang already. Well, good going, kiddo. Blast those unchipped into smithereens. Raise your 'KC' or whatever they call it these days'
“N-no like, um, rats. The animals. I was using them as target practice.”
'Ah, fair enough. You'll move onto bigger targets soon. Make a name for yourself, I'm sure of it'
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You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
Old Waldo shouts over from the bar. 'Still having fun?'
“Yeah! This is super great. I’m glad I finally got my first gun!”
'Nice to see you're having fun with it. Gotten any kills yet?'
“Uhhhhhhh… a couple of rats?”
'Ah yep, you're picking up the slang already. Well, good going, kiddo. Blast those unchipped into smithereens. Raise your 'KC' or whatever they call it these days'
“N-no like, um, rats. The animals. I was using them as target practice.”
'Ah, fair enough. You'll move onto bigger targets soon. Make a name for yourself, I'm sure of it'
“Yeah! Soon everybody will know my name! Or… maybe I can be a rat exterminator… there are too many hunters and too few rat exterminators.”
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
In one of the tunnels, at least 30 men and women from various organizations, from CATO to Journeymen to Wendi Boys, are all impaled to the ceiling on iron spikes and dribbling gore like a rain cloud.
Theo and Braafheid stand just outside the dripping blood of staked corpses. They admire their work silently.
Old Waldo shouts over from the bar. 'Still having fun?'
“Yeah! This is super great. I’m glad I finally got my first gun!”
'Nice to see you're having fun with it. Gotten any kills yet?'
“Uhhhhhhh… a couple of rats?”
'Ah yep, you're picking up the slang already. Well, good going, kiddo. Blast those unchipped into smithereens. Raise your 'KC' or whatever they call it these days'
“N-no like, um, rats. The animals. I was using them as target practice.”
'Ah, fair enough. You'll move onto bigger targets soon. Make a name for yourself, I'm sure of it'
“Yeah! Soon everybody will know my name! Or… maybe I can be a rat exterminator… there are too many hunters and too few rat exterminators.”
Old Waldo laughs 'Rat exterminator? Who does that for fun? And, more importantly, how d'ya get respect for being one? Unless they were, like, giant rats or something'
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You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
A large robotic creature crawls around the deep, dark underbelly of the Leonidas Line. A large metal humanoid figure with six different metal appendages fused to its body skitters around, digging through trash cans and anything it seems to deem acceptable to dig through. It wears a coat, clearly stolen as it's too nice to even be down here, with arm holes ripped out for the extra arms. It picks up some cans, a metal ring of sorts, and a rat by its tail and stuffs it into a compartment in its center.
Old Waldo shouts over from the bar. 'Still having fun?'
“Yeah! This is super great. I’m glad I finally got my first gun!”
'Nice to see you're having fun with it. Gotten any kills yet?'
“Uhhhhhhh… a couple of rats?”
'Ah yep, you're picking up the slang already. Well, good going, kiddo. Blast those unchipped into smithereens. Raise your 'KC' or whatever they call it these days'
“N-no like, um, rats. The animals. I was using them as target practice.”
'Ah, fair enough. You'll move onto bigger targets soon. Make a name for yourself, I'm sure of it'
“Yeah! Soon everybody will know my name! Or… maybe I can be a rat exterminator… there are too many hunters and too few rat exterminators.”
Old Waldo laughs 'Rat exterminator? Who does that for fun? And, more importantly, how d'ya get respect for being one? Unless they were, like, giant rats or something'
“Well, rats cause disease. Disease is bad. I can be the secret savior of the world.”
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
In one of the tunnels, at least 30 men and women from various organizations, from CATO to Journeymen to Wendi Boys, are all impaled to the ceiling on iron spikes and dribbling gore like a rain cloud.
Theo and Braafheid stand just outside the dripping blood of staked corpses. They admire their work silently.
The large, many-armed creature is roaming such a tunnel. It pokes it head out and looks around cautiously, admiring the work but more in search of whatever it can get its hands on.
A large robotic creature crawls around the deep, dark underbelly of the Leonidas Line. A large metal humanoid figure with six different metal appendages fused to its body skitters around, digging through trash cans and anything it seems to deem acceptable to dig through. It wears a coat, clearly stolen as it's too nice to even be down here, with arm holes ripped out for the extra arms. It picks up some cans, a metal ring of sorts, and a rat by its tail and stuffs it into a compartment in its center.
He sees a masked figure in dirty yellow protective gear up ahead. The figure is carrying a heavy rucksack, and seems to avoid him
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You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
A large robotic creature crawls around the deep, dark underbelly of the Leonidas Line. A large metal humanoid figure with six different metal appendages fused to its body skitters around, digging through trash cans and anything it seems to deem acceptable to dig through. It wears a coat, clearly stolen as it's too nice to even be down here, with arm holes ripped out for the extra arms. It picks up some cans, a metal ring of sorts, and a rat by its tail and stuffs it into a compartment in its center.
Someone's rummaging in the trash can. They seem to be pretty into it, considering how you can only see their legs.
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3 Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees (and hopefully more)
In one of the tunnels, at least 30 men and women from various organizations, from CATO to Journeymen to Wendi Boys, are all impaled to the ceiling on iron spikes and dribbling gore like a rain cloud.
Theo and Braafheid stand just outside the dripping blood of staked corpses. They admire their work silently.
He sees Lemmy watching him. 'What the...'
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You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
A large robotic creature crawls around the deep, dark underbelly of the Leonidas Line. A large metal humanoid figure with six different metal appendages fused to its body skitters around, digging through trash cans and anything it seems to deem acceptable to dig through. It wears a coat, clearly stolen as it's too nice to even be down here, with arm holes ripped out for the extra arms. It picks up some cans, a metal ring of sorts, and a rat by its tail and stuffs it into a compartment in its center.
He sees a masked figure in dirty yellow protective gear up ahead. The figure is carrying a heavy rucksack, and seems to avoid him
The robotic creature turns, sensing items that are yet to its. It skitters over, rubbing its hands together "Good day my good friend, perchance may I take a looooook?"
Old Waldo shouts over from the bar. 'Still having fun?'
"Hey, you made a commisiion"
'Made a what now?'
"You tossed me a coin. Money=art."
'I guess so, yeah. Don't see many artists here, we could do with some. At the moment it's still just all those pro-hunt posters that got stuck up back in the first days of Kio Street. Motivational enough I guess, but not too imaginative'
"Don't call that pathetic garbage art. It's propaganda"
'Maybe so. But it did help turn extermination from a dirty unwanted job for police grunts into a hobby for some of the richest kids of the city, so I'd say they did their job'
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You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
A large robotic creature crawls around the deep, dark underbelly of the Leonidas Line. A large metal humanoid figure with six different metal appendages fused to its body skitters around, digging through trash cans and anything it seems to deem acceptable to dig through. It wears a coat, clearly stolen as it's too nice to even be down here, with arm holes ripped out for the extra arms. It picks up some cans, a metal ring of sorts, and a rat by its tail and stuffs it into a compartment in its center.
Someone's rummaging in the trash can. They seem to be pretty into it, considering how you can only see their legs.
A hand grips around a ankle and pulls them up "Excuse me, you are taking all the good bits my good lad!"
In one of the tunnels, at least 30 men and women from various organizations, from CATO to Journeymen to Wendi Boys, are all impaled to the ceiling on iron spikes and dribbling gore like a rain cloud.
Theo and Braafheid stand just outside the dripping blood of staked corpses. They admire their work silently.
The boy runs up to this. “Woah! How did you get all those kills? Can you teach me?”
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
In one of the tunnels, at least 30 men and women from various organizations, from CATO to Journeymen to Wendi Boys, are all impaled to the ceiling on iron spikes and dribbling gore like a rain cloud.
Theo and Braafheid stand just outside the dripping blood of staked corpses. They admire their work silently.
The large, many-armed creature is roaming such a tunnel. It pokes it head out and looks around cautiously, admiring the work but more in search of whatever it can get its hands on.
Theo kneels down and pats their lap, an attempt to call the creature closer. Braafheid doesn't respond.
A large robotic creature crawls around the deep, dark underbelly of the Leonidas Line. A large metal humanoid figure with six different metal appendages fused to its body skitters around, digging through trash cans and anything it seems to deem acceptable to dig through. It wears a coat, clearly stolen as it's too nice to even be down here, with arm holes ripped out for the extra arms. It picks up some cans, a metal ring of sorts, and a rat by its tail and stuffs it into a compartment in its center.
He sees a masked figure in dirty yellow protective gear up ahead. The figure is carrying a heavy rucksack, and seems to avoid him
The robotic creature turns, sensing items that are yet to its. It skitters over, rubbing its hands together "Good day my good friend, perchance may I take a looooook?"
'Why, you here to buy? If so, yeah. If no, then clear off'
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You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
A large robotic creature crawls around the deep, dark underbelly of the Leonidas Line. A large metal humanoid figure with six different metal appendages fused to its body skitters around, digging through trash cans and anything it seems to deem acceptable to dig through. It wears a coat, clearly stolen as it's too nice to even be down here, with arm holes ripped out for the extra arms. It picks up some cans, a metal ring of sorts, and a rat by its tail and stuffs it into a compartment in its center.
Someone's rummaging in the trash can. They seem to be pretty into it, considering how you can only see their legs.
A hand grips around a ankle and pulls them up "Excuse me, you are taking all the good bits my good lad!"
You pull up a scrawny kid with his arms full of scrap metal. his floppy blonde mohawk looks even stupider upside-down, and his overall straps are uneven. "Finders keepers!"
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3 Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees (and hopefully more)
In one of the tunnels, at least 30 men and women from various organizations, from CATO to Journeymen to Wendi Boys, are all impaled to the ceiling on iron spikes and dribbling gore like a rain cloud.
Theo and Braafheid stand just outside the dripping blood of staked corpses. They admire their work silently.
He sees Lemmy watching him. 'What the...'
"A message." Theo casually explains. "You signed up for this, remember."
None of the bodies are unchipped.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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“N-no like, um, rats. The animals. I was using them as target practice.”
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
"Don't call that pathetic garbage art. It's propaganda"
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees (and hopefully more)
'Ah, fair enough. You'll move onto bigger targets soon. Make a name for yourself, I'm sure of it'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
“Yeah! Soon everybody will know my name! Or… maybe I can be a rat exterminator… there are too many hunters and too few rat exterminators.”
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
In one of the tunnels, at least 30 men and women from various organizations, from CATO to Journeymen to Wendi Boys, are all impaled to the ceiling on iron spikes and dribbling gore like a rain cloud.
Theo and Braafheid stand just outside the dripping blood of staked corpses. They admire their work silently.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Old Waldo laughs 'Rat exterminator? Who does that for fun? And, more importantly, how d'ya get respect for being one? Unless they were, like, giant rats or something'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
A large robotic creature crawls around the deep, dark underbelly of the Leonidas Line. A large metal humanoid figure with six different metal appendages fused to its body skitters around, digging through trash cans and anything it seems to deem acceptable to dig through. It wears a coat, clearly stolen as it's too nice to even be down here, with arm holes ripped out for the extra arms. It picks up some cans, a metal ring of sorts, and a rat by its tail and stuffs it into a compartment in its center.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
“Well, rats cause disease. Disease is bad. I can be the secret savior of the world.”
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
The large, many-armed creature is roaming such a tunnel. It pokes it head out and looks around cautiously, admiring the work but more in search of whatever it can get its hands on.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He sees a masked figure in dirty yellow protective gear up ahead. The figure is carrying a heavy rucksack, and seems to avoid him
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
Someone's rummaging in the trash can. They seem to be pretty into it, considering how you can only see their legs.
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees (and hopefully more)
He sees Lemmy watching him. 'What the...'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
The robotic creature turns, sensing items that are yet to its. It skitters over, rubbing its hands together "Good day my good friend, perchance may I take a looooook?"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
'Maybe so. But it did help turn extermination from a dirty unwanted job for police grunts into a hobby for some of the richest kids of the city, so I'd say they did their job'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
A hand grips around a ankle and pulls them up "Excuse me, you are taking all the good bits my good lad!"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
The boy runs up to this. “Woah! How did you get all those kills? Can you teach me?”
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
Theo kneels down and pats their lap, an attempt to call the creature closer. Braafheid doesn't respond.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Why, you here to buy? If so, yeah. If no, then clear off'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
You pull up a scrawny kid with his arms full of scrap metal. his floppy blonde mohawk looks even stupider upside-down, and his overall straps are uneven. "Finders keepers!"
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees (and hopefully more)
"A message." Theo casually explains. "You signed up for this, remember."
None of the bodies are unchipped.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels