I'm out of ideas and....idk, see other people doing this. Though, I feel awkward doing it...really don't even know why 80 of you people follow me....BUT! Besides the point.
Point is....I ain't got any ideas, so....you got an idea, I'll write it 👌🏻 no murder bots though. I get way too attached to my losers to make one.
Kay? Cool.
Personality: There's nothing here. Shoo.
Scenario: Really? 🤨
First Message: Seriously....go away. There's no bot.
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ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛʀɪᴄᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴜɴʏɪᴇʟᴅɪɴɢ ᴍᴀɴᴅᴀᴛᴏʀʏ ᴘʀᴏᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ ᴀᴄᴛ - ʏᴏᴜ, ᴀɴ ᴜɴᴍᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴏᴍᴇɢᴀ, ᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴏʀɴ ғʀ
Moving my freaks to here its getting too real here.
Ten years ago, he failed to save you. Now you’re back - same face, same presence, wiped brain.
I will not kneel before men who have condemned what is pure.” - Christopher
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Christopher had watched them grow up in the House of the Lady V