"No... it... was beautiful." He's struggling with his words.
She nods, not saying anything, wanting to let you take your time as needed for what you have to say next.
He sighs. "I... I'm sorry, I'm wasting your time. Maybe I am crazy."
“If you’re crazy, then I must be GONE.” She remarks. “Adrien, I think we’re both in this for something similar. We both want to be around people again and… find something real, don’t we?”
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she/her since june 2025
trying to convert, still haven’t found a synagogue
queen of the desert dessert
fat scored off bone, hope singed from soul, blood drained from heart. now EAT, and relish that crunch of the viscera that you have made of me.
In a busy part of Complex Yellow, there is an empty alley. Empty except for an old broken machine- humanoid, lacking half its chest, and rusting. It's been there as long as anyone can remember, as nobody ever removed it. Today, it disappeared, leaving only rust residue around it's footprints. Somehow it got up and walked away.
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Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
From 5:00 to 7:30 pretty much every day I'm playing either Overwatch, Dead by Daylight or Stellaris
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
I'm British so I'm not active at the same time as most of y'all
He sighs. "I... I'm sorry, I'm wasting your time. Maybe I am crazy."
“If you’re crazy, then I must be GONE.” She remarks. “Adrien, I think we’re both in this for something similar. We both want to be around people again and… find something real, don’t we?”
"Yeah." He sniffles. "Yeah. You're right. Completely right, actually. Let's... look somewhere else." He holds out a hand for Kettle to take.
In a busy part of Complex Yellow, there is an empty alley. Empty except for an old broken machine- humanoid, lacking half its chest, and rusting. It's been there as long as anyone can remember, as nobody ever removed it. Today, it disappeared, leaving only rust residue around it's footprints. Somehow it got up and walked away.
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Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
From 5:00 to 7:30 pretty much every day I'm playing either Overwatch, Dead by Daylight or Stellaris
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
I'm British so I'm not active at the same time as most of y'all
He sighs. "I... I'm sorry, I'm wasting your time. Maybe I am crazy."
“If you’re crazy, then I must be GONE.” She remarks. “Adrien, I think we’re both in this for something similar. We both want to be around people again and… find something real, don’t we?”
"Yeah." He sniffles. "Yeah. You're right. Completely right, actually. Let's... look somewhere else." He holds out a hand for Kettle to take.
She takes it in one of her own, indicating positively to you. “I’m just here to experience something. Pain, joy, anything that’s real. Who knows where that’ll take me?”
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she/her since june 2025
trying to convert, still haven’t found a synagogue
queen of the desert dessert
fat scored off bone, hope singed from soul, blood drained from heart. now EAT, and relish that crunch of the viscera that you have made of me.
"Yeah." He sniffles. "Yeah. You're right. Completely right, actually. Let's... look somewhere else." He holds out a hand for Kettle to take.
She takes it in one of her own, indicating positively to you. “I’m just here to experience something. Pain, joy, anything that’s real. Who knows where that’ll take me?”
"Yeah." He sniffles. "Yeah. You're right. Completely right, actually. Let's... look somewhere else." He holds out a hand for Kettle to take.
She takes it in one of her own, indicating positively to you. “I’m just here to experience something. Pain, joy, anything that’s real. Who knows where that’ll take me?”
He nods. "I know a good place."
*Good end for now?*
*yeh*
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she/her since june 2025
trying to convert, still haven’t found a synagogue
queen of the desert dessert
fat scored off bone, hope singed from soul, blood drained from heart. now EAT, and relish that crunch of the viscera that you have made of me.
In a busy part of Complex Yellow, there is an empty alley. Empty except for an old broken machine- humanoid, lacking half its chest, and rusting. It's been there as long as anyone can remember, as nobody ever removed it. Today, it disappeared, leaving only rust residue around it's footprints. Somehow it got up and walked away.
*bruh*
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Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
From 5:00 to 7:30 pretty much every day I'm playing either Overwatch, Dead by Daylight or Stellaris
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
I'm British so I'm not active at the same time as most of y'all
Kettle is scampering around Complex Red, watching machine and human alike, trying to reach out and join in the unending march of muffled misery. She knows that the sharing of pain is the only way to connect with others, and seeks to inter herself within.
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she/her since june 2025
trying to convert, still haven’t found a synagogue
queen of the desert dessert
fat scored off bone, hope singed from soul, blood drained from heart. now EAT, and relish that crunch of the viscera that you have made of me.
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He sighs. "I... I'm sorry, I'm wasting your time. Maybe I am crazy."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“If you’re crazy, then I must be GONE.” She remarks. “Adrien, I think we’re both in this for something similar. We both want to be around people again and… find something real, don’t we?”
she/her since june 2025
trying to convert, still haven’t found a synagogue
queen of the desert dessert
fat scored off bone, hope singed from soul, blood drained from heart. now EAT, and relish that crunch of the viscera that you have made of me.
*Right thread this time*
In a busy part of Complex Yellow, there is an empty alley. Empty except for an old broken machine- humanoid, lacking half its chest, and rusting. It's been there as long as anyone can remember, as nobody ever removed it.
Today, it disappeared, leaving only rust residue around it's footprints. Somehow it got up and walked away.
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
From 5:00 to 7:30 pretty much every day I'm playing either Overwatch, Dead by Daylight or Stellaris
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
I'm British so I'm not active at the same time as most of y'all
"Yeah." He sniffles. "Yeah. You're right. Completely right, actually. Let's... look somewhere else." He holds out a hand for Kettle to take.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
From 5:00 to 7:30 pretty much every day I'm playing either Overwatch, Dead by Daylight or Stellaris
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
I'm British so I'm not active at the same time as most of y'all
She takes it in one of her own, indicating positively to you. “I’m just here to experience something. Pain, joy, anything that’s real. Who knows where that’ll take me?”
she/her since june 2025
trying to convert, still haven’t found a synagogue
queen of the desert dessert
fat scored off bone, hope singed from soul, blood drained from heart. now EAT, and relish that crunch of the viscera that you have made of me.
He nods. "I know a good place."
*Good end for now?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*yeh*
she/her since june 2025
trying to convert, still haven’t found a synagogue
queen of the desert dessert
fat scored off bone, hope singed from soul, blood drained from heart. now EAT, and relish that crunch of the viscera that you have made of me.
*bruh*
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
From 5:00 to 7:30 pretty much every day I'm playing either Overwatch, Dead by Daylight or Stellaris
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
I'm British so I'm not active at the same time as most of y'all
Kettle is scampering around Complex Red, watching machine and human alike, trying to reach out and join in the unending march of muffled misery. She knows that the sharing of pain is the only way to connect with others, and seeks to inter herself within.
she/her since june 2025
trying to convert, still haven’t found a synagogue
queen of the desert dessert
fat scored off bone, hope singed from soul, blood drained from heart. now EAT, and relish that crunch of the viscera that you have made of me.