10-13-2018, 08:19 PM
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TYPHOON
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 ?!
The ocelot heard of her brother's injuries -- secondhand, unreliable -- the spotted wildcat narrowed her dark orange eyes as she affirmed his state for herself. Taking a seat at the edge of the gathering crowd, she supposed it must be true; usually, Pincher called out welcomes for joiners at meetings' starts. Now, he stood there, stiff and quiet with ice forming around him like external veins.
[/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?