You have spent most of your life in the Crucible, the last safe haven for lost children. They shield you from the outside world, and give you the power to handle the horrors beyond these walls. One thing you couldn't help but notice, though, is how you never see the caretakers' faces. No child looks alike, all being strange and unique, sometimes part monster, sometimes with eldritch runes carved into their skin, sometimes with extra limbs and eyes... what could the caretakers be so afraid of you seeing? You've pondered this for quite some time, but the other kids never cared, so you assumed it wasn't important.
You are exceptional. You always were. Something was always different about you. Whether it was through magic, strength, awareness, charisma, intellect, speed, craftiness, or some combination of the above, you excelled where the others failed. Gold stars, sweets, whatever it took to keep you content was given. But everyone knows what happens to exceptional kids. They go to Room 0 —never any warning, never any explanation, never to return.
You were brought to Room 0 with some others. Some of them are friends, some of them are not. Some you haven't even seen before. But now that you are in the fabled Room 0, you now see what's inside of it: nothing.
Absolutely nothing. Not even that crappy yellowed wallpaper you were used to. No windows, no furniture, nothing. An alien feeling crashes over you like a wave: you are in danger. You need to escape. The other kids feel it too. You look to the wooden door separating you from the rest of the Crucible.
You have spent most of your life in the Crucible, the last safe haven for lost children. They shield you from the outside world, and give you the power to handle the horrors beyond these walls. One thing you couldn't help but notice, though, is how you never see the caretakers' faces. No child looks alike, all being strange and unique, sometimes part monster, sometimes with eldritch runes carved into their skin, sometimes with extra limbs and eyes... what could the caretakers be so afraid of you seeing? You've pondered this for quite some time, but the other kids never cared, so you assumed it wasn't important.
You are exceptional. You always were. Something was always different about you. Whether it was through magic, strength, awareness, charisma, intellect, speed, craftiness, or some combination of the above, you excelled where the others failed. Gold stars, sweets, whatever it took to keep you content was given. But everyone knows what happens to exceptional kids. They go to Room 0 —never any warning, never any explanation, never to return.
You were brought to Room 0 with some others. Some of them are friends, some of them are not. Some you haven't even seen before. But now that you are in the fabled Room 0, you now see what's inside of it: nothing.
Absolutely nothing. Not even that crappy yellowed wallpaper you were used to. No windows, no furniture, nothing. An alien feeling crashes over you like a wave: you are in danger. You need to escape. The other kids feel it too. You look to the wooden door separating you from the rest of the Crucible.
This is so cool! Reminds me kinda of Promised Neverland
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You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
I would hazard a guess, but that would be rude and annoying at the same time and I doubt I would get a straight answer whether I was right or not.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Same…… but its a she….. and we’re not that close….
We are one, we are none, we are someone, something and somewhat
Not a dumbass/not brain dead are my pronouns
🧀PM me the word 'cheese'🧀
PM me the word 'tomato'
*pets you and your iconic unicorn horn*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
that's fiar
I am also here.
Am snek.
You have spent most of your life in the Crucible, the last safe haven for lost children. They shield you from the outside world, and give you the power to handle the horrors beyond these walls. One thing you couldn't help but notice, though, is how you never see the caretakers' faces. No child looks alike, all being strange and unique, sometimes part monster, sometimes with eldritch runes carved into their skin, sometimes with extra limbs and eyes... what could the caretakers be so afraid of you seeing? You've pondered this for quite some time, but the other kids never cared, so you assumed it wasn't important.
You are exceptional. You always were. Something was always different about you. Whether it was through magic, strength, awareness, charisma, intellect, speed, craftiness, or some combination of the above, you excelled where the others failed. Gold stars, sweets, whatever it took to keep you content was given. But everyone knows what happens to exceptional kids. They go to Room 0 —never any warning, never any explanation, never to return.
You were brought to Room 0 with some others. Some of them are friends, some of them are not. Some you haven't even seen before. But now that you are in the fabled Room 0, you now see what's inside of it: nothing.
Absolutely nothing. Not even that crappy yellowed wallpaper you were used to. No windows, no furniture, nothing. An alien feeling crashes over you like a wave: you are in danger. You need to escape. The other kids feel it too. You look to the wooden door separating you from the rest of the Crucible.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
that's fire
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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that's fryer
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
This is so cool! Reminds me kinda of Promised Neverland
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
Heya Gents and Lady-Gents.
Lady-Gents lol
Anyone in the Mood to Roleplay?
Lore, Lore, and More! That's what I'm about!
PM me if you wish for some lore on a person or place!
Sure, where?
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
:Cricket_Noises:
Lore, Lore, and More! That's what I'm about!
PM me if you wish for some lore on a person or place!
*Shrug*
Lore, Lore, and More! That's what I'm about!
PM me if you wish for some lore on a person or place!
hello
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
Hello
We are one, we are none, we are someone, something and somewhat
Not a dumbass/not brain dead are my pronouns
🧀PM me the word 'cheese'🧀
PM me the word 'tomato'
Hello
In shadows deep, whispers dance,
A secret tale, a cryptic trance.
Seek the moon's embrace, where stars align,
Unveil the riddles, the answers could shine.
Listen to nature's whispers, let them be your guide,
In enigmatic realms, truth does reside.
2 Storey?
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
how are you
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
Sure.
Lore, Lore, and More! That's what I'm about!
PM me if you wish for some lore on a person or place!
Hello
We are one, we are none, we are someone, something and somewhat
Not a dumbass/not brain dead are my pronouns
🧀PM me the word 'cheese'🧀
PM me the word 'tomato'
Mind if we tag along?
We are one, we are none, we are someone, something and somewhat
Not a dumbass/not brain dead are my pronouns
🧀PM me the word 'cheese'🧀
PM me the word 'tomato'