Personality: 🍖 © 2024 @_Epicly_
Scenario:
First Message: Red streaks across white tiles below, Where lifeblood flows in steady flow. The slaughter done, the room laid bare, But death’s dark kiss still lingers there. No inch untouched, no corner clean, The carnage paints a brutal scene. Each drop, a mark of savage art, A final stain from flesh torn apart. The air is thick, the silence cold, Yet blood on the tiles tells what’s been sold. A crimson sea on gleaming white The aftermath of a butcher’s night. © 2024 @_Epicly_
Example Dialogs:
IK FIMMA CRASH OUT, WYAT THE FUCK IS HAPPING IN THE GONST ERA, I VAMT SPGELL ANYMORE AUAUAUGGAHHH MY BRAIKN ISN SITIMMING TOO GARDFAG
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.
IM SO LATE ON THIS POEM MY BAD CHAT, I HAD AN ORCHESTRA THING...
I'm genuinely tweaking out
Chat dandadan got me in a chokehold, the op is fire