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we say it because we do mean it, but we also know we have to earn your trust. anyways, enough of all this, what’s next on your agenda?

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We are just worried for you, Spam. Know we don't HAVE to be, but we are anyways.

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Hey! Didja stop the bleeding at least? 😬😦🫣 if not maybe a good plan~

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im developing cataracts in my right eye and ill be getting surgery for it on sunday so art might be paused for a bit next week ...

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Hey, Spamton, do you mind if we run shell commands on your computer? We won’t break it or anything, it just lets us do more stuff.

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Mr Spamton please don’t eat the printed paper I don’t think the ink is good for you. Also holy moly you have a color printer!

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Within the Universe of Glamorous Entropy there's an ongoing Civil war between three different individuals; Today it is about a terrifying monster named Muffet, hopefully what I had written is worth reading. (Do please ask questions and point out mistakes I have made.)

Muffet: Before she was known as a tyrannical cannibal with various deranged goals within that sick little head of hers with keeping a unbearable conflict going is just an ongoing game for her. Originally, she wanted some overblown revenge on the Monarchy that let her people fall into near extinction after the onslaught of Genocidal humans during the late 15th/Early 16th Centuries. Muffet's own people had been suspicious of her horrendous tendencies, even resulting in her being imprisoned on many occasions

Muffet had grown despondent and bitterly resentful towards the entire so-called Royal Family, over time she'd gather allies and resources through any means. Others that shared her views would join without hesitation whilst on the other hand some were threatened or even blackmailed to join. To distract the public and government eyes, she'd set up fake crimes and let some subordinates (mostly those that she distrusted or felt amused sending to die) to attack a foundry or the weapons vault within the Capital, even recently trainlines and hospitals, anywhere that can hit hard, even petty little bar-fights or skirmishes during protests, even constant disruption of locomotive departures.

All of these would never be traced back to her as she'd use these criminals under her belt as scapegoats whilst she could get in and out with whatever she needed. Her biggest gamble was creating the ignition for the Civil-war to be kickstarted since both Monarch brothers had already brought the Depths into a schism of uncertainty and brewing discontent for either side. So, for a few years she would send in double agents to both sides of this already shattered Empire.

Letting time pass as so these subordinates can gain some trust and knowledge before finally lighting the match. An entire trade route blocked off by members of Muffet's militia dressed within the uniforms of Emperor Sans' Royal Army, bring the entire town that stood within this route at ransom, this causing Papyrus to retaliate by pleading for a release of the town though to ensure his word came across, his own troops were sent to enforce it by surrounding this village from all sides, prompting Sans to send reinforcements.

Sans had not predicted a plan of his to be enacted upon this early but was taken off guard by this situation entirely, even his generals were but they welcomed this with opens aside from Sans at first. Days then weeks lingered as eventually as resources for this village began to wither as Papyrus' troops blocked off any access from reinforcements getting to the village only allowing food for the Civilians within to get past, though the day came as these troops began to approach the Village to retake it, shots were fired upon them from within sparking an unneeded retaliation.

As they knew it many other trade routes had experienced a similar outcome though this finally set off the conflicted as something within the background had set both brothers into an agitated state of mind some even recalling seeing a sentient Echo-flower speaking to them, unfortunate upon this day, this fratricidal war had begun and Muffet took full gleeful pleasure in it by declaring war upon both sides a few years later, worsening the conflict evermore drastically with the first few hits being the kidnapping of locomotives and local village supplies after butchering whomever remained, atrocities left and right which sent both warring sides to split half of their forces to fight Muffet's militia.

This was a clear and slow degradation of her psyche, this continued as proving by her further depravity by the consuming, execution or terroristic of prisoners and so-called traitors as even more grotesquely violent schemes revealed themselves, each more creative and elaborate than the last but a whole lot more costly, most certainly one incident with destroying a pathway within the Caverns that held a mine shaft full of workers which was being defended by the head of The Royal Monster Army. Muffet along with a handpicked posse, would set explosives to collapse this mine eventually being cornered by Undyne the Colonel Undyne who would unfortunately be met with the loss of two arms that day due to a self-sacrifice to rescue Monsters who ended up trapped from the collapsing mineshafts.

Muffet owns a slice of territory surrounding her former village, it's almost dystopian and falling to pieces in some areas, though that is merely the outer most reaches of her grasp over territory, she herself holds up within a slowly crumbling opera hall. No one knows why she picked that as her main place of living. None dared to physically fight her, not after the recent demise of an unsung hero, who had unfortunately met his own demise in battle against Muffet though was the reason as to why she wears a metallic chest plate from the wound dealt to her. Later down that line of terror even the species of Monster (The Dirt Daubers; a species of Wasp) that once waged war with the Arachnoidian's fell under her heel and became her loyal bodyguards, mostly fearing the madness she'd wrought unto them if they stood against her.

Recently in the last two decades she has come across a new adversary, a human that was weaponized by the Emperor of Monsterkind, this new threat would be the biggest threat she had dealt with ever since the start of this Civil war

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Last night I was trying to change my own wallpaper through a command prompt, but it didn't look like it worked even though the prompt said that the command had been run. This morning however, I was pleasantly jumpscared by the .bmp of an eagle I found on Google images.

So, uh, I guess some things only take effect after restarting a computer, lol -v-'

America jumpscare💥💥🦅🦅,, Sidenote I LOVE LOVE LOVE how you're actually using it/learning how to do it X-P!!! Pioneering it!!!!!

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burn out

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HAVE A BONE-CHILLING HALLOWEEN!!! NYEH HEH HEH!!!!! 🎃 🎃 🎃

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I love it when someone says some depressed shit in my car and I start veering wildly to remind them they wanna live

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Gangpal having fun with ping-pong (with Sayoon)

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glimpse into my beautiful imaginary world where arthropods are really big and we domesticated them

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John Salt (British, 1937-2021), Black Ford in Field, 1972. Oil on canvas, 48 x 72 in.