Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Kitsumiho! Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. They/Them.
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
Aig amannan bidh mi air mo ghlacadh ro mhòr an-dràsta...
Halloween fan, Lego master, Dm, bookworm, Ravenclaw and chef. Under 18 year old, currently posting in BST (UK time). Autistic, dyslexic as a warning I might ask you some personal questions so please don’t hate me Master of the clouds, ruler of the sky’s and controller of the Night Death shall come to us all, we just chose when
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Kitsumiho! Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. They/Them.
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
Aig amannan bidh mi air mo ghlacadh ro mhòr an-dràsta...
Naming the city after the country doesn’t go well usually.
Alr, any name ideas for city?
Gimme a sec to think… how bout Ashentai?
Las Vegas?
Already a place.
Las Vegas 2.problem solved
No! That’s literally so unimaginative!
Fine Las Vegas 3.happy now
Las Vegas is not imaginative!
You know I'm just doing this to ragebait right?
Womp womp
Well this has been fun but I have to go to bed now bye
Literally so annoying bro.
Las Vegas 4?
AHHHHHHHH
nah, not imaginative enough. Vegas Las 12.
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Kitsumiho! Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. They/Them.
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
Aig amannan bidh mi air mo ghlacadh ro mhòr an-dràsta...
Naming the city after the country doesn’t go well usually.
Alr, any name ideas for city?
Gimme a sec to think… how bout Ashentai?
Las Vegas?
Already a place.
Las Vegas 2.problem solved
No! That’s literally so unimaginative!
Fine Las Vegas 3.happy now
Las Vegas is not imaginative!
You know I'm just doing this to ragebait right?
Womp womp
Well this has been fun but I have to go to bed now bye
Literally so annoying bro.
Las Vegas 4?
AHHHHHHHH
nah, not imaginative enough. Vegas Las 12.
Honestly better.
ack
typo
meant Vegadeac Liyjdi 57
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Kitsumiho! Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. They/Them.
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
Aig amannan bidh mi air mo ghlacadh ro mhòr an-dràsta...
Your soul is but a petri dish for a rot. People say you feel in the heart; that is, of course, not true. But on some level, it is; you see, your soul is stored in your heart, to a level. Loss of heart keeps your soul trapped in your ribcage, but that is not the point. When your blood pumps, flowing across your body, your soul moves with it. But the issue isn't the soul, no, you need that, It's what it holds; this unearthly flesh, a fungus made of pure animal, is called rot. It grows. It stretches. And for every rule of the world you break, or every personal rule you break, the rot grows, stretches more. For every soul you take, the rot sprouts bulbs. For every bit of pleasure you derive, right as you make another suffer the bulbs burst, spores flooding your body. People say you can remove this rot. Oh, I wish it could be. It's not. You can never lose it, though. You can cut it, scrape it, you can try to kill it. But its stubborn, and just like hair; cutting it cant break the roots. And for every sin to great, the roots spread more. By the time people are elders, you can typically see a red on their right side; between the ribs a red glow, the collarbone with red behind it, at the armpit, a deep red. It kills you if you let it grow too much. People have claimed that some of the richest have found cures for it. Could be why they aren't dead. Are they true? How would I know. I can only hope they are, and we all get 'em.
Hallo, I am a pan, NB (Demigirl?), chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. I do think it may be do for a username change one day; but today is not that day.
Your soul is but a petri dish for a rot. People say you feel in the heart; that is, of course, not true. But on some level, it is; you see, your soul is stored in your heart, to a level. Loss of heart keeps your soul trapped in your ribcage, but that is not the point. When your blood pumps, flowing across your body, your soul moves with it. But the issue isn't the soul, no, you need that, It's what it holds; this unearthly flesh, a fungus made of pure animal, is called rot. It grows. It stretches. And for every rule of the world you break, or every personal rule you break, the rot grows, stretches more. For every soul you take, the rot sprouts bulbs. For every bit of pleasure you derive, right as you make another suffer the bulbs burst, spores flooding your body. People say you can remove this rot. Oh, I wish it could be. It's not. You can never lose it, though. You can cut it, scrape it, you can try to kill it. But its stubborn, and just like hair; cutting it cant break the roots. And for every sin to great, the roots spread more. By the time people are elders, you can typically see a red on their right side; between the ribs a red glow, the collarbone with red behind it, at the armpit, a deep red. It kills you if you let it grow too much. People have claimed that some of the richest have found cures for it. Could be why they aren't dead. Are they true? How would I know. I can only hope they are, and we all get 'em.
Your soul is but a petri dish for a rot. People say you feel in the heart; that is, of course, not true. But on some level, it is; you see, your soul is stored in your heart, to a level. Loss of heart keeps your soul trapped in your ribcage, but that is not the point. When your blood pumps, flowing across your body, your soul moves with it. But the issue isn't the soul, no, you need that, It's what it holds; this unearthly flesh, a fungus made of pure animal, is called rot. It grows. It stretches. And for every rule of the world you break, or every personal rule you break, the rot grows, stretches more. For every soul you take, the rot sprouts bulbs. For every bit of pleasure you derive, right as you make another suffer the bulbs burst, spores flooding your body. People say you can remove this rot. Oh, I wish it could be. It's not. You can never lose it, though. You can cut it, scrape it, you can try to kill it. But its stubborn, and just like hair; cutting it cant break the roots. And for every sin to great, the roots spread more. By the time people are elders, you can typically see a red on their right side; between the ribs a red glow, the collarbone with red behind it, at the armpit, a deep red. It kills you if you let it grow too much. People have claimed that some of the richest have found cures for it. Could be why they aren't dead. Are they true? How would I know. I can only hope they are, and we all get 'em.
Cancer
I don't think you get cancer from anything ranging from being a normal flawed person to a mass murderer, and the more moral rules you break the more cancer you have. I also am pretty sure cancer is made from the cells of a species that failed. And pretty sure not all cancer is in a heart. And cancer isn't like something you are bound with.
Hallo, I am a pan, NB (Demigirl?), chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. I do think it may be do for a username change one day; but today is not that day.
Your soul is but a petri dish for a rot. People say you feel in the heart; that is, of course, not true. But on some level, it is; you see, your soul is stored in your heart, to a level. Loss of heart keeps your soul trapped in your ribcage, but that is not the point. When your blood pumps, flowing across your body, your soul moves with it. But the issue isn't the soul, no, you need that, It's what it holds; this unearthly flesh, a fungus made of pure animal, is called rot. It grows. It stretches. And for every rule of the world you break, or every personal rule you break, the rot grows, stretches more. For every soul you take, the rot sprouts bulbs. For every bit of pleasure you derive, right as you make another suffer the bulbs burst, spores flooding your body. People say you can remove this rot. Oh, I wish it could be. It's not. You can never lose it, though. You can cut it, scrape it, you can try to kill it. But its stubborn, and just like hair; cutting it cant break the roots. And for every sin to great, the roots spread more. By the time people are elders, you can typically see a red on their right side; between the ribs a red glow, the collarbone with red behind it, at the armpit, a deep red. It kills you if you let it grow too much. People have claimed that some of the richest have found cures for it. Could be why they aren't dead. Are they true? How would I know. I can only hope they are, and we all get 'em.
Cancer
I don't think you get cancer from anything ranging from being a normal flawed person to a mass murderer, and the more moral rules you break the more cancer you have. I also am pretty sure cancer is made from the cells of a species that failed. And pretty sure not all cancer is in a heart. And cancer isn't like something you are bound with.
Your soul is but a petri dish for a rot. People say you feel in the heart; that is, of course, not true. But on some level, it is; you see, your soul is stored in your heart, to a level. Loss of heart keeps your soul trapped in your ribcage, but that is not the point. When your blood pumps, flowing across your body, your soul moves with it. But the issue isn't the soul, no, you need that, It's what it holds; this unearthly flesh, a fungus made of pure animal, is called rot. It grows. It stretches. And for every rule of the world you break, or every personal rule you break, the rot grows, stretches more. For every soul you take, the rot sprouts bulbs. For every bit of pleasure you derive, right as you make another suffer the bulbs burst, spores flooding your body. People say you can remove this rot. Oh, I wish it could be. It's not. You can never lose it, though. You can cut it, scrape it, you can try to kill it. But its stubborn, and just like hair; cutting it cant break the roots. And for every sin to great, the roots spread more. By the time people are elders, you can typically see a red on their right side; between the ribs a red glow, the collarbone with red behind it, at the armpit, a deep red. It kills you if you let it grow too much. People have claimed that some of the richest have found cures for it. Could be why they aren't dead. Are they true? How would I know. I can only hope they are, and we all get 'em.
Cancer
I don't think you get cancer from anything ranging from being a normal flawed person to a mass murderer, and the more moral rules you break the more cancer you have. I also am pretty sure cancer is made from the cells of a species that failed. And pretty sure not all cancer is in a heart. And cancer isn't like something you are bound with.
Hallo, I am a pan, NB (Demigirl?), chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. I do think it may be do for a username change one day; but today is not that day.
Your soul is but a petri dish for a rot. People say you feel in the heart; that is, of course, not true. But on some level, it is; you see, your soul is stored in your heart, to a level. Loss of heart keeps your soul trapped in your ribcage, but that is not the point. When your blood pumps, flowing across your body, your soul moves with it. But the issue isn't the soul, no, you need that, It's what it holds; this unearthly flesh, a fungus made of pure animal, is called rot. It grows. It stretches. And for every rule of the world you break, or every personal rule you break, the rot grows, stretches more. For every soul you take, the rot sprouts bulbs. For every bit of pleasure you derive, right as you make another suffer the bulbs burst, spores flooding your body. People say you can remove this rot. Oh, I wish it could be. It's not. You can never lose it, though. You can cut it, scrape it, you can try to kill it. But its stubborn, and just like hair; cutting it cant break the roots. And for every sin to great, the roots spread more. By the time people are elders, you can typically see a red on their right side; between the ribs a red glow, the collarbone with red behind it, at the armpit, a deep red. It kills you if you let it grow too much. People have claimed that some of the richest have found cures for it. Could be why they aren't dead. Are they true? How would I know. I can only hope they are, and we all get 'em.
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Kitsumiho! Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. They/Them.
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
Aig amannan bidh mi air mo ghlacadh ro mhòr an-dràsta...
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Literally so annoying bro.
Hiya! You can call me Link. Here’s a bit about me:
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Kitsumiho! Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. They/Them.
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
Aig amannan bidh mi air mo ghlacadh ro mhòr an-dràsta...Las Vegas 4?
You can call me Cloud, Extended signature
Halloween fan, Lego master, Dm, bookworm, Ravenclaw and chef.
Under 18 year old, currently posting in BST (UK time). Autistic, dyslexic as a warning I might ask you some personal questions so please don’t hate me
Master of the clouds, ruler of the sky’s and controller of the Night
Death shall come to us all, we just chose when
AHHHHHHHH
Hiya! You can call me Link. Here’s a bit about me:
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Kitsumiho! Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. They/Them.
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
Aig amannan bidh mi air mo ghlacadh ro mhòr an-dràsta...nah, not imaginative enough. Vegas Las 12.
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
Honestly better.
Hiya! You can call me Link. Here’s a bit about me:
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Kitsumiho! Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. They/Them.
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
Aig amannan bidh mi air mo ghlacadh ro mhòr an-dràsta...ack
typo
meant Vegadeac Liyjdi 57
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
I kinda like that
Hiya! You can call me Link. Here’s a bit about me:
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Kitsumiho! Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. They/Them.
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
Aig amannan bidh mi air mo ghlacadh ro mhòr an-dràsta...I'M BACK
When da yit gon flurgin
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm what to call the city hmm
When da yit gon flurgin
I think we settled on Ashentai or smth, idk. Memory is bad.
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend. Freak.
I LOVE THE DRAGON PRINCE
need pokemon… need pokemon so bad… PSYDUCK!!!
Your soul is but a petri dish for a rot. People say you feel in the heart; that is, of course, not true. But on some level, it is; you see, your soul is stored in your heart, to a level. Loss of heart keeps your soul trapped in your ribcage, but that is not the point. When your blood pumps, flowing across your body, your soul moves with it. But the issue isn't the soul, no, you need that, It's what it holds; this unearthly flesh, a fungus made of pure animal, is called rot. It grows. It stretches. And for every rule of the world you break, or every personal rule you break, the rot grows, stretches more. For every soul you take, the rot sprouts bulbs. For every bit of pleasure you derive, right as you make another suffer the bulbs burst, spores flooding your body. People say you can remove this rot. Oh, I wish it could be. It's not. You can never lose it, though. You can cut it, scrape it, you can try to kill it. But its stubborn, and just like hair; cutting it cant break the roots. And for every sin to great, the roots spread more. By the time people are elders, you can typically see a red on their right side; between the ribs a red glow, the collarbone with red behind it, at the armpit, a deep red. It kills you if you let it grow too much. People have claimed that some of the richest have found cures for it. Could be why they aren't dead. Are they true? How would I know. I can only hope they are, and we all get 'em.
. ݁𝜗~☆Extended Signature☆~𝜚.
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Hallo, I am a pan, NB (Demigirl?), chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. I do think it may be do for a username change one day; but today is not that day.
Ok but doesn't feel very modern
When da yit gon flurgin
Cancer
When da yit gon flurgin
I don't think you get cancer from anything ranging from being a normal flawed person to a mass murderer, and the more moral rules you break the more cancer you have. I also am pretty sure cancer is made from the cells of a species that failed. And pretty sure not all cancer is in a heart. And cancer isn't like something you are bound with.
. ݁𝜗~☆Extended Signature☆~𝜚.
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Hallo, I am a pan, NB (Demigirl?), chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. I do think it may be do for a username change one day; but today is not that day.
I mean it kinda makes me think of cancer
When da yit gon flurgin
Ah
. ݁𝜗~☆Extended Signature☆~𝜚.
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Hallo, I am a pan, NB (Demigirl?), chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. I do think it may be do for a username change one day; but today is not that day.
… wow
Hiya! You can call me Link. Here’s a bit about me:
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Kitsumiho! Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. They/Them.
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
Aig amannan bidh mi air mo ghlacadh ro mhòr an-dràsta...