hgello I saw you on ponytown and your Zam(?) was pretty cool. teehee

heh. bites and spreads rabies

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hiii love ur chance and their glowing blue tongue

whereis.my gaycheck.cer. where is.the elliot. ((

the road of stars - roblox- now - join group.

do u not love me anumore ?? ((((((((( do yo u not like my epic the musical ???????? nooooooo dont kick me ouyy :,((((((( nooooo cerrrrr nooooo D,: sniffles ,,, u dont love me anymore :<<<

blehh your two time pony is very epic!! also epic the musical mentioned in atabook?? and chance forsaken?? giggles and scurries away

The barrel of the revolver was still warm when Chance dropped it. Six pulls. Six clicks. Six chances to die, and somehow, he walked away from all of them. He stumbled to his feet, heart rattling in his chest like dice in a cup. His vision swam, but adrenaline dragged him forward—toward the only thing that mattered. him. “See?” Chance laughed, half-mad, half-hysterical. “I did it. Beat the odds. Again.” itrapped stood by the bar, pouring himself a drink like nothing had happened. His silhouette was all grace and distance, untouched by the chaos still vibrating in the air. Chance limped toward him, blood on his palms from where he’d clenched his fists too tight. “You can’t say it’s luck anymore,” he said, grinning through shaking teeth. “That was fate. That was love. You get it now, right? I’d do anything for you. I just did.” itrapped didn’t answer. He sipped his drink. Cold. Unmoved. “…Say something,” Chance whispered. “You were supposed to lose.” The words dropped like a guillotine. Chance blinked. “What?” itrapped turned to face him, finally, eyes dead of feeling. “You were supposed to die. That’s why I let you play.” “I…” Chance took a step back. “You begged for a way to prove yourself. So I gave you one.” itrapped’s voice didn’t rise. It didn’t need to. “Russian roulette. Six bullets. One way out. for the both of us.” “You wanted me dead.” The silence that followed was thick. Suffocating. Chance looked down at his hands, still trembling, still alive. “I thought… you were just testing me. I thought maybe if I survived-” “That you’d earn me?” “No.” Chance swallowed. “That you’d finally see me.” itrapped stepped closer, expression flat. “I saw you from the beginning, Chance. A broken little boy in a grown man’s suit, desperate to be loved. You made yourself easy to use.” Every word carved deeper than the last. “I gave you everything- !,” Chance rasped. “I let you inside me. I trusted-” “I never asked for your love.” The final thread snapped. And when the blade came out, Chance didn’t even react. The Darkheart sword. It shimmered with that cursed glow, black veins pulsing across its surface like it was alive. itrapped didn’t rush it. He didn’t scream. He just pushed it into Chance’s stomach like he was finishing a chore. Chance’s breath caught. He looked down, slowly, seeing the blade buried deep—dark and unnatural, his own blood steaming around it. His knees gave out. itrapped caught him. But not to hold him. Just to whisper in his ear. “You were always going to lose.” The sword pulled free with a wet sound, and Chance collapsed onto the floor, one hand still reaching for itrapped’s coat, clutching it like a lifeline. Like maybe there was still something worth holding onto. itrapped didn’t look back. He left him there. Bleeding. Crying. Alone. As the darkness crawled in from the edges, Chance pressed a trembling hand to his chest, as if trying to keep something inside. His heart. His pride. The truth. But it was too late. He’d played the game. And the house always wins. --- ^_^

signs

There are other ways of persuasion There are other modes of control There are other means of deceit There are other roads to the soul There are other options of passion You have so much left to learn Want to save your men from the fire? Show me that you're willing to burn, whoa Oh, well, who's to say, with all the mistakes I've made (don't be afraid) That they will be the last (think of your past) Mistakes I ever make? (Don't break when) There is so much power, so much power But there's no puppet here This is the price we pay for love (I'm just a man) There is the line never enough (I'm just a man) So much power, so much power (forgive me) But there's no puppet here (I can't) Back at home, my wife awaits for me She's my everything, my Penelope And she's all my power, all my power But it's been 12 long years Oh, 12 long years since I have seen my wife And now the God of Tides is out to end my life So I beg you, Circe, grant us mercy And let us puppets leave Ah, Poseidon, eh? There might be a way to evade him There might be a way to get home Though this other way's very dangerous It might be your one final hope I know of a brilliant prophet Problem is this prophet is dead I can't get you home, but I'll get you to the Underworld instead I'll release your men, and I'll get you to the Underworld instead Wait, you're helping us? There are many ways of persuasion There are many modes of control Maybe showing one act of kindness Leads to kinder souls down the road I remember actions of passion I have been in love once before Maybe one day, the world will need a puppeteer no more Or maybe one day, the world will need a puppeteer more ~~~~~~~~~uwu

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Holy paragraph paradise over here,, anyway i like your skin!

In the chaotic brainrot universe, there is a name that no one dares to mention. Not because he is too strong, but because he should not exist. During the Croco-Avian war, when the Croco faction was losing ground, Bombardiro Crocodilo struggled to maneuver through the fire and bullets. Tralalero Tralala failed in his plot to assassinate the Avian leader Bombombini Gusini and was burned alive by Rantasanta Chinaranta. And when hope was shattered, Bombardiro Crocodilo and his Croco pack had to make a reckless decision. A LAST RESORT: SUMMON TUNG TUNG TUNG SAHUR...The entire battlefield suddenly shook violently, the drums rang out three times TUNG! TUNG! TUNG! No one knew where this powerful entity came from, but when the drums sounded, the entire battlefield fell silent. Before he could understand what was happening, Tung Tung Tung Sahur tore through space, rushing towards Lirili Larila and defeating him immediately. Faced with Tung Tung Tung Sahur's terrifying power, Lirili Larila was forced to turn around and return Bombombini Gusini to his normal state. Seizing the opportunity, Bombardiro Crocodilo swooped in to finish off Bombombini Gusini - the Avian leader.After the war, the Brainrot Council sentenced him to death for distorting the fabric of reality. But he disappeared in the sound of drums, no one saw the final blow. Now, he is being hunted by Cybertruck Assassins - Brainrot's space assassin unit. After encountering Tung Tung Tung Sahur at the fifth collision point, Picci One Macchina-a veteran Cybertruck Assassin confirmed that Tung Tung Tung Sahur was not a creature but a system error, a GLITCH entity that deviated from reality. Since then, no one dared to beat the drum at dawn anymore, because each Tung beat was a beat that deviated from the flow of time..And now, every time you hear "Who the hell is Na Yubin" in your dreams, it could be an echo from a dimension that shouldn't exist.

within three minutes, I want all the information about this man. He is very clean, qualified to give birth to my child.Damn, I actually fell for this man! This little thing (baby), what should I do with you. This damn man, why is he so sweet to the point of losing his soul. Damn, clearly other men even if they strip naked in front of me, I still have no feelings, why is it that just one look from this man makes me moved? Could it be that I love him? No, to me, he is just a toy!Damn, I think I have fallen in love with you. Do you think you can run away from me? You have my blood on you and you still want to run away? Man, who gave you this guts?Man, you are playing with fire, you brought this upon yourself! I have never tasted the taste of being rejected before, very good, you have successfully attracted my attention. You should not casually challenge the limits of my tolerance. If you are deliberately trying to anger me, then I will tell you, you have succeeded. The good things in this world obviously belong to me, including you. Whether I like you or not, can't you feel it? You say you don't want it, but your body is very honest, are you still pretending to want it? You are mine now, I will be the one to bring you happiness, I can't rest assured to give you to someone else.I want your body to be filled with my scent so that you can't escape for the rest of your life, you will be my man for the rest of your life. From now on, only I am allowed to make you cry