#‛|● ℛ EC┆“OPEN STARTERS” ⌦ ᵒᵖᵉⁿ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵘᵗᵘᵃˡˢ

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    ❝-—Where in this part of Hell can you get some DECENT GODDAMN ENTERTAINMENT? I shouldn’t have to make my own- no no, that’ll be no good for ANYONE!❞  //  OPEN H.AZBIN H.OTEL BASED STARTER

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      ❝-—People say snakes are cold, but I assure you give me 5 minutes and I could make you quite warm.❞     // Naga Open Starter

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    ❝-—These scales ain’t just for attractin’ mates. But if ya’ want, I can make you feel real snug, n’ real relaxed real quickly. All you need to do is come a bit closer. Don’t mind the teeth. ❞   The serpentine figure might SPEAK as if he was giving a CHOICE / BUT THE WAY MASSIVE TAIL STARTED TO SNEAK NEAR AN EXIT GAVE WAY TO THE REALITY OF THIS.  //      OPEN NAGA STARTER FOR MUTUALS!

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       ❝-— Hey can you pass me some of the cow tit juice? I’m thirsty.❞     // A CURSED OPEN STARTER  

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        ❝-—Yeet.❞     And there he goes, PROCEEDING TO TOSS WHAT WAS PROBABLY A HUMAN ORGAN FORMED INTO A BALL

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❛[ ● REC] ⌦ OPEN TO MUTUALS : dead by daylight fun

     `A HOT SUMMERS DAY, OLD GLUE  `A CANDLE, 30 MINUTES IN.   Plastic melting under a match- all equated to the way his SKIN reacted as he attempted control (ATTEMPTED REMELDING). But in place of the easy clay he could craft with minimal thought / THE SHOW-TIME MONSTER, THE RED ROOM DEVIL / was a PITHY DIRT that gunked up and settled in fleshy lumps- feeling like it was about to fall off (BUT WOULDN’T, OH, IT WOULDN’T). What The Director was trying to do? Rip that PAINTED SMILE off his face, turn it into something lesser or something fuller- perhaps full of TEETH ripped across his membrane, or to nothing at all. What he got instead was the mess of MELTING where he had concentrated, resulting in a muffled irritated hiss- only GROWING with realization of observer.      ❝-—Y’know, its rude to fuckin’ stare right?❞

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    THE COLD SWEAT, THE TOSSED AWAY DRIBBLES WITH A SHUDDERING FORM. None of this hit quick enough to shake the difference of wake and sleep, PANICKED frame jolted to an upright position- breath a thick unpaced mess of exhale and inhale. BLUES UNSTEADY, dancing across the room in a fashion of an animal startled and terrified- walls, floor. Hands. Back to hands. BLOOD. Blood thick, claws made from flesh twisted and mangled- not mental fabrication, existent. THICK / RED / AND DEVOURING (ANY PALE TO HANDS LACKED).

     REALITY. COME BACK TO REALITY. This was not youth- this was not age of the indescribable line of the inhuman reality of the God assumed. ERROR There was error. Flaw. Always a fucking flaw. A bastard ability was the trickster, but it wasn’t perfect if a mind was not conscious to craft. 

   THE HALF FORMED MASS THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO LAY IN HAND AS SPOKEN BY WHAT HAD AWOKEN FROM WAS ABSENT. There was nothing stolen before it could form- not here, not right now that was. Years ago that had passed- the framing of grainy ULTRASOUND from a clipping in a newsprint a decade ago spoke of that.

     THERE WAS NO REFORMATION-HANDS DRIPPING WITH BLOOD FROM OWN VEINS THAT HAD OPEN TO CAST ILLUSION, CLAWS DRAGGING THROUGH LONG LOCKS AND PARTING THEM WITH THE WAKE OF VERMILION. Wet. He felt wet. It wasn’t just the sweat, or the blood. NEAR THE EYES- corrupted hands moved over them, stationary at the point of lids. KEEPING WHAT WAS DRIPPING FROM BEING SEEN.

OPEN STARTER // PANIC BOY

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      ❝-— I could really go for some spider milk right now. Some spilk. Mmmm❞   // YET ANOTHER CURSED OPEN

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  ❝-—I know it’s a pathetic word but.....they are innocent.❞   The great beast / A DISTORTED HORROR THROWN TOGETHER OF INSECTOID AND SERPENTINE FEARS HUMANS CLUNG TO / looked almost.... soft around the unwanted, rejected, MURDERED innocent youth harrowing this circle. (NEVER WOULD CLAWED FINGERS ACT SO DELICATE TO ANY OTHER HEAD BUT THE CHILDREN).   ❝-—Sure, they haven’t been cast down to the bowels, but they deserve....better. Other chances.❞    Perhaps it was, in some cruel way, A DEMONS JEALOUSY / WHERE THEY MAY STUFF SINNERS WITH INSECTS IN THE SEDUCTION TO LUST, THE DEMON HAD NOT CRAFTED AN OFFSPRING (PERHAPS ENVIOUS AND GREEDY, TO THINK GIVING CARE TO THE REJECTIONS OF HUMANS WOULD FEEL THE SAME)    //   OPEN DEMON STARTER FOR MUTUALS!

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       ❝-—Are you hungry? Check my glove compartment.❞

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     ❝-— Listen, you asked me what movies I use when I’m feelin’ the mood- you don’t need to be suddenly questioning my logic just because Aliens was thrown in there with the rest.❞

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            ❝-—When I get my hands on you I’m going to disassemble your molecules!❞     // OPEN STARTER!

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       ❝-—I’m a humanitarian. Because what better way to help animals then to eat those that eat them?❞

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      ❝-—Science-❞    Proceeds to wipe SOME SORT OF LIQUID off his face / THE LOW LIGHT DIDN’T MAKE IT EASY TO TELL WHAT.         ❝-—Sometimes it just gets in the fuckin’ eye. And that’s a lesson to be learned.❞

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     ❝-— People need to stop askin’ me if I play basketball. Just cause I’m tall doesn’t mean I like to throw balls into hoops. I mean, not in that way.❞

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❛[ ● REC] ⌦ OPEN TO MUTUALS : some dbd crack

    ❝-—Tick tock, best find the exits before I put Birdemic on full blast!❞