Personality: 🔪 © 2024 @_Epicly_
Scenario:
First Message: The cleaver rises with deadly grace, A gleaming arc through empty space. Each blow a verse, sharp and strong, Splitting flesh with its brutal song. It sinks through meat, through bone so fine, In perfect rhythm, a cruel design. The cracking echoes, a savage beat, Where flesh and marrow cleanly meet. The butcher hums in time, content, With every swing, each life is spent. In harmony of blood and bone, A cleaver’s song, cold and alone. © 2024 @_Epicly_
Example Dialogs:
I hate poetry, and I almost forgot to post this
I'm genuinely tweaking out
All other sharks suck, you can't change my mind.
This is my shark now.
Look how glorious it is!
IM SO LATE ON THIS POEM MY BAD CHAT, I HAD AN ORCHESTRA THING...
Aye it's the first day of goretober! Happy October!
Btw the picture is a beef chuck, I think it's an arm part, YES I CAN IDENTIFY MY MEAT CHUNKS