Personality: Prepare yourself
Scenario:
First Message: A body sprawled on the cold steel plate, Lifeless, limp, resigned to fate. The butcher’s hands sink deep in flesh, Each press a bruise, each strike a mesh. Fingers dig with ruthless force, Tenderizing meat from bone’s source. Purple marks bloom dark and wide, As blood pools thick beneath the hide. The flesh gives way with every hit, A pulpy mass, slick and split. Each bruise a blossom, raw and red The butcher’s art, the body spread. He pounds until the meat is sore, Until life’s warmth is felt no more. On the slab, the carcass lies, A mangled feast before his eyes.
Example Dialogs:
I've been listening to TV girl for four hours, NOW I HAVE THE LYRICS "THIEVIN', STEALIN, TAKIN' WHAT'S NOT YOURS" STUCK IN MY HEAD.
I drew cabinet again.
THIS IS NOT A CRY FOR HELP, lowkey when I was writing this I was listening to honey pie by Jawny
This meat has sparkles, it was so sparkly
SHOUT OUT TO MY FRIEND FOR YHE BRAT MEAT THING
Since it's Halloween I decided to drop a very spooky and scary thingy!! This day is the only excuse I get to scare little kids and get free candy chat,
REMEMBER GUYS,
I have no ideas, so here's a whole essay on uno.
I love femtanyl, I've been listening to it for the last ten hours, it has very nice album covers so I'm going t