| kowiitch | Oh my goodness gracious, on that dark day of September 11, 2001, something vewy, vewy, vewy, vewy sad happened in the breathtakingly beautiful city of New York, UwU! Two ginormous airpwanes were fwown right into the towering and majestic Twin Towews of the Wowld Twade Centew, and it was just so heartwrenching and devastating to see them tragically collapse in a cloud of dust and debris. Anothew airplane was fwown into the Pentagon in Virginia, while a fourth airplane tragically cwashed in the tranquil and peaceful town of Shanksville, Pennsylvania. It was a deeply, deeply, deeply devastating and heartwrenching event that claimed the precious lives of nearly 3,000 people and had a profound and far-reaching impact on the entire wowld. T~T | 2024-01-31 15:40:45 |
| kowiitch | It doesn't make sense to be rich and be forced to ♥♥♥♥ every dayI find human existence somewhat depressing.The guy thinks he's cool for being a doctor or a judge but he has to sit on a toilet and ♥♥♥♥ like everyone else.I always thought it was ridiculous for someone to take a ♥♥♥♥, take the paper from the paper roll and rub it up their ass. This is one of the ugliest things on the face of the earth.Then you think that Bill Gates or Mark Zuckerberg might be cleaning his ass right now and you realise that not even the rich have transcended human existence.What's the point of being rich and having to ♥♥♥♥ like everyone else? Piss, ♥♥♥♥, fart? Hit one another and kick your ass?That doesn't make sense. | 2024-01-31 15:38:04 |
| Chester Stone | Connection terminated. I'm sorry to interrupt you, Elizabeth, if you still even remember that name, But I'm afraid you've been misinformed. You are not here to receive a gift, nor have you been called here by the individual you assume, although, you have indeed been called. You have all been called here, into a labyrinth of sounds and smells, misdirection and misfortune. A labyrinth with no exit, a maze with no prize. You don't even realize that you are trapped. Your lust for blood has driven you in endless circles, chasing the cries of children in some unseen chamber, always seeming so near, yet somehow out of reach, but you will never find them. None of you will. This is where your story ends. | 2023-12-25 23:07:42 |
| Chester Stone | And to you, my brave volunteer, who somehow found this job listing not intended for you, although there was a way out planned for you, I have a feeling that's not what you want. I have a feeling that you are right where you want to be. I am remaining as well. I am nearby. This place will not be remembered, and the memory of everything that started this can finally begin to fade away. As the agony of every tragedy should.And to you monsters trapped in the corridors, be still and give up your spirits. They don't belong to you. For most of you, I believe there is peace and perhaps more waiting for you after the smoke clears. Although, for one of you, the darkest pit of Hell has opened to swallow you whole, so don't keep the devil waiting, old friend. | 2023-12-25 23:07:26 |
| Chester Stone | My daughter, if you can hear me, I knew you would return as well. It's in your nature to protect the innocent. I'm sorry that on that day, the day you were shut out and left to die, no one was there to lift you up into their arms the way you lifted others into yours, and then, what became of you. I should have known you wouldn't be content to disappear, not my daughter. I couldn't save you then, so let me save you now. It's time to rest - for you, and for those you have carried in your arms.This ends for all of us.End communication. | 2023-12-25 23:07:17 |
| kowiitch | My walls are filled with honey. You are covered in honey. You are stuck and cannot move. I rip out the wall and approach you. I am the honey man. I touch you with my slimey hands, and put my viscous materials all over your sweaty chest. You are no longer capable of moving your body on your own volition. You have to watch in horror as I put more and more "honey" on you.The transformation is complete.I lead you to my basement. You go down the honey covered stairs into total darkness. You feel other bodies brushing up against you. I turn on the lights for a second and you can see all my other victims standing in an orderly way. My army. I will conquer the world with my honeymen and you can't do anything about it. Soon there will be peace. No more tyrrany from the human race, no more disputes, no more thoughts. All that will remain is a perfect world of honey. | 2023-04-10 15:13:54 |
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