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Seconded

pro tip dont ever leave your mud cave because nothing else matters but the mud

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The Buried

the smug look on my face when the burglar hears the distant buzzing of fruit flies

@entities-of-posts the Corruption?

Seconded

merry jerry everyone 🎁🎄 :)

bring us some figgy pudding ohhuhhn,. bring us some figgy pudding

Bring us some figgy pudding :)

and bring it. right here :)

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The Buried

i love seeing tendons move under my skin and being reminded im an awesome meat puppet #mypuppet

Free me from the meat. The meat. The meat. The meat the meat the meat themeat themeat themeat themeatthemeatthemeatthemeatthem

@entities-of-posts The Flesh

Seconded

Man trapped at the bottom of an old well has been declared largely uninteresting, will not be rescued

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The Lonely

i keep accidentally making my sims go fishing for such long spans of time that they lose all memory of their friends and loved ones

@entities-of-posts the Lonely

Seconded

I dunno I feel like making the use of a pack of hunting dogs is kind of fake for hunting. You didn't do shit, the dogs did all the work.

Distasteful is what it is. Lazy. Where's the fun? Waiting for your prey, tracking and stalking it, and then catching it unaware. Now thats a hunt.

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The Hunt

A cryptid that appears at your local pub, as a pale man wearing a black hat, of an unimpressive stature and ambiguous age, who seems like the kind of guy that you would remember meeting before, but you don't. He's astonished that you really don't remember him, he's lived in this same small town as you have, his whole life. Like he'll admit he can't remember your name either but he swears you've seen each other around, mentioning events and locations and talking about your uncle like he knows him. By the end of the evening you're baffled by how you couldn't remember him, and how were so sure that you'd never met him before.

Then, as you mention the incident in completely different company, as a part of some other anecdote, someone gets really serious, and tell you that the same thing happened to them. The exact same thing. A pale man with the little silver chain in his hat, matching the exact same description, astonished that she didn't remember him, telling her that they went to the same school though in different years, and they've been to the same house parties before.

If you went around asking, you'd find more incidents. More and more of them. The same thing happening over and over again. Going to a small local bar and meeting a man in the hat, whom you don't remember at all, but who for sure remembers you. Different pubs, different towns, the same story about the same man.

There's nothing supernatural going on. It's just me. I'm face blind with ADHD and shitass memory, and I've gotten so good at pretending to know who someone is and where I'm supposed to remember them from, that I can convince complete strangers that I know them. I do this because I've lost my handlers and all my impulse control, and I'm drunk with the power of fucking with people, and also eight beers.

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The Stranger

I am trying to spread christmas cheer at the beach but there is nobody left

@entities-of-posts the Lonely

Seconded

please, step into my office

have a seat where ever you like

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The Buried

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The Corruption

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the slaughter

Seconded

I dont like uncertainty i need to know everything now

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The Beholding

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The Spiral