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derusting with deadlockpw #wrestling
- Andrew Everett
- Donnie Ray
- High Flying Star Machines (Bojack/Diego Hill)
derusting with deadlockpw #wrestling
- Andrew Everett
- Donnie Ray
- High Flying Star Machines (Bojack/Diego Hill)
(not all goths get along)
(not all goths get along)
A brutally ineffective existence, stable only from a lack of animosity from nearby species. Their ability to construct tools of imposing appearance is confusingly impressive, but naiveté to ideas like reloading and stealth make successful missions a rarity.
A brutally ineffective existence, stable only from a lack of animosity from nearby species. Their ability to construct tools of imposing appearance is confusingly impressive, but naiveté to ideas like reloading and stealth make successful missions a rarity.
A Satan-sat _nat, sans an_ tan, _an__ an_ _an_, a t_t-___-tat ___at__ns___ _n _a__s __ Artisans an_ AUTHORS. T__s _a___t_ _an _n__ _an_ "a's," "s'," "t's" an_ "n's."
(excerpt presented after Assistant's interference)
A Satan-sat _nat, sans an_ tan, _an__ an_ _an_, a t_t-___-tat ___at__ns___ _n _a__s __ Artisans an_ AUTHORS. T__s _a___t_ _an _n__ _an_ "a's," "s'," "t's" an_ "n's."
(excerpt presented after Assistant's interference)
Surely, if this was glamour, it would choose a pleasing guise. The rough form marks nature’s progression, not magicks. Tricksters spare intricate flight formations, curiosity, tactics. You must be true, and following you will lead to grand discoveries of the untouched wilds.
Surely, if this was glamour, it would choose a pleasing guise. The rough form marks nature’s progression, not magicks. Tricksters spare intricate flight formations, curiosity, tactics. You must be true, and following you will lead to grand discoveries of the untouched wilds.
Water ebbs and ebbs. The pattern of waves filibustered. Legions of once pests in primal harmony through evolution. The pride of the small snuffs fear of titanic heights. All to crash, broods buried in sand forever, for mere chance the tide grabs enough to fill stomachs.
Water ebbs and ebbs. The pattern of waves filibustered. Legions of once pests in primal harmony through evolution. The pride of the small snuffs fear of titanic heights. All to crash, broods buried in sand forever, for mere chance the tide grabs enough to fill stomachs.