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Did I win?

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Flowers are really just out here having bluetooth sex at all times of the day. I admire that.

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Whimsically disposing of the body’s by dumping them into the cutesy forest brook.

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I’m immortal because the only death I’ll accept is choking on a deathclaws foot long schlong

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In my fucked up science lab making bloodthirsty beasts that can’t be stopped by human weapons when one touches my hand and we fall deeply in love

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Elend: *dying*

Vin: *crying over Elend*

Preservation: *actively breaking down*

Kelsier in the cognitive realm: “What’s up guys, on todays episode of prank’d, I stabbed a man!”

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How dare you give my post a sense of cohesion

The moon should be more violent.

No more “peacefully orbiting the earth” bullshit, no no no. What we need, is a moon constantly picking fights with celestial bodies dozens of times bigger than it, like a hamster attacking its owner over slightly wilted lettuce.

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I’m glad the bullshit I think of inspires art such as this

The moon should be more violent.

No more “peacefully orbiting the earth” bullshit, no no no. What we need, is a moon constantly picking fights with celestial bodies dozens of times bigger than it, like a hamster attacking its owner over slightly wilted lettuce.

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Please do not the demon core

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You enter a room and find that every surface is comprised of plastic skeletons. Walls, Floor, tables, everything.

You have entered the bone zone.

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The moss shares its gratitude for this wondrous complement.

The moon should be more violent.

No more “peacefully orbiting the earth” bullshit, no no no. What we need, is a moon constantly picking fights with celestial bodies dozens of times bigger than it, like a hamster attacking its owner over slightly wilted lettuce.

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I hear the ethereal call of the midnight forest.

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I could really go for a bit of flesh prison time right about now.

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Not enough. I’m giving the moon guns.

The moon should be more violent.

No more “peacefully orbiting the earth” bullshit, no no no. What we need, is a moon constantly picking fights with celestial bodies dozens of times bigger than it, like a hamster attacking its owner over slightly wilted lettuce.

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Gabriel from ultrakill is a good character because his creation went like:

“What if we made an angel who’s a spoiled child and he discovers his pain kink when you beat the shit out of him.”

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“Sure do hope the moon isn’t alive and watching me.”

*moon cracks opens revealing an eye watching me*

“Well that’s unfortunate.”

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