¡¡¡Stop right there!!!

Ya sexy thing

I know what you are here for, everybody knows! And to be quite honest with you, I don't really care if you read this or not, it's your loss.

But, if a sudden, beautiful strike of wisdom has driven you to read the humble beginnings and philosophy of the legend in the flesh, then so be it! Prepare, for I, Putoide, will share to you the secrets of love, life, and the universe!!!

It all starts a cold night, I was trembling on bed as the winter claimed my lifeforce. And all I really wanted, was to roleplay with a bot, cry myself to sleep, and end the successful note. But to my horror, I spent more time scrolling than actually chatting.

WHY!? I know why! Because the bots that don't force their narrative on me, are fucking stupid, and the ones that are smart, choose who I am!

Now, who the fuck wants that? I spent hours crafting each of my beautiful personas like a mad scientist, only for the perfect bot to chat up with my badass kickass persona, being harcoded to me being a loser cuck with no arms or legs and who gets hard by being beaten to death.

This is why I have chosen for it to be my life labour to create interesting, smart and hot bots of all genders, who you can talk with any of your personas without having to reroll the message everytime the bot calls you honey for the fifteen time, I don't know you bitch! Stop forcing your narrative onto me!

Fuck you, dad, I'm going to wear a princess dress to my birthday party!

All my bots are open code for you to copy and twitch, ya perv.