08-11-2018, 03:58 PM
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NECRO MAMBAS
HEAD SOOTHSAYER
NECRO MAMBAS
HEAD SOOTHSAYER
[div style="width: px; font-family: GEORGIA; color: #422426; text-align: left; padding-top: 15px; padding-left: 10px"][align=center]ARE YOU GOOD WITH CHAOS ?!
Rosemary, unfortunately, has no sense of style - and she knows this. Still, she imagines that her natural ocelot coloration looks a lot like paint anyway. Strolling up, the witch glanced at the others, before looking at the cans, and then back to the others. "Any suggestions for me?" she asked, looking at Vandal in particular - she trusted the mutated creature's input on these matters most of all, for some bizarre reason.
[/td][/tr][/table]© MADI
I FEEL SO HUNGRY —
— Dear diary, I don't know what's going on, but something's up / The dog won't stop barking, and I think my TV is bust / Every channel is the same, it's sending me insane / And earlier somebody bit me, what a fucking day / The sky is falling / It's fucking boring / I'm going braindead, isolated / God is a shithead / And we're his rejects / Traumatized for breakfast / I can't stomach any more survival horror / Dear diary, I feel itchy like there's bugs under my skin / The dog's gone rabid (shut the fuck up) / Doing my head in —— WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?