Imagine unexpectedly popping up in Valhalla with your pants around your ankles because just half a minute ago you were taking a shit so bad that the Viking gods decided that it should count as dying in battle.
hey i keep getting called an egg how do I cope
Please try being a girl please try being a girl
Where in tarnation was that school😳🗿 Feels like reading some sort of a grotesque plot about a school where to get to a class have to calculate complex math equations, I don't even know how to describe it.
Or wait. Something rings a bell. Baldi's basics.
i wrote a thing based on that thread (~15 minute read)
Moving the centre to the left, as should be done. Remind me later to fuck around with gimp to make a comically warped political compass somehow illustrating the shift
Another great day to mention Lapis is soo genderr
melding
Reinventing husky sleds, huh?
Once I'm old and retired from everything, I think I'd like to settle into some specific pub and become known as the guy who'll offer unlisenced relationship advice/therapy/philosophical discussion in exchange for a pint, a coffee, or one of those shitty pub sandwiches or whatever they have. Whatever's in your price range. If I'm awake and done with my daily tasks at home, I'm keeping office hours at the regular. Ideally at one specific table that's never been officially reserved for me but where people expect to find me, and notice if I'm not there.
If you find yourself at a loss of what to do, not knowing what path to take, seek the council of the pub wizard. He doesn't have the formal training or qualifications for anything, and isn't legally responsible if it turns out that his advice was shit and got you in trouble, but the man is literally working for peanuts.
I'm appalled. they crushed that fucking baby appalled im now realizing this is more gorey than I anticipated. tw
The most precious doriter
42
Window wings, fragile panes Shield me from the dark Warm me with your spark