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Quite possibly curated from the depths themselves, a trio of corrupt halves rise. In a crumbling reality their madness is almost like a saving grace. In this group of contempt, there lie three forces. CORRODED - The Toxic Heart. An anger-fueled individual who's trained to kill first and think second. COPOREAL - The Vain Mind. A prideful and greedy person all his own. Intelligent but plunders under his downfalls. HYPERBOREAN - The Manic Soul. Driven on her last straw and pure unadulterated malice, is easy to provoke.

C: We know partially of them. We only know that their reality is much less harsh than ours. C: From what I hear, my other half is only as intelligent as me. I'd like to see him try! H: Hee.he....other soul. Huu...huuu....his insides must look like magic...hehee.....

C: I've never had one of these before...eugh. It's sweet. Grooooody. Give me something with a little more of a punch next time..

//admin here! dropping the first preview of Anarchy's design (evil whole) if I ever finish/feel confident enough ill add xem to blogs

C: I haven't tasted anything like this since...never. Shit! 'Borean's eating the bag.. C: You'd just give us these? They aren't even expired or poisoned. H: ...

C: We don't have fruit snacks here. I've gotten acquired to the taste of mold though. And metal. And garbage. And just a hint of lithium battery acid.

//im so sorry anon i reread your message at least seven times and I still i have no idea what the actual hell you're saying

C: Pssh, no way anon. He wouldn't let you help even if he was losing a vital organ. So what if he's taller than me now? I can still kick his shit in.

C: Thanks. I guess. Normally I'm only this height in my boots. Corroded will surely be quivering next time I catch his gaze.

C: Ey? What's this? Looks shiny..can I keep it? C: The hell are you offering me this for? I hate vanilla. And this? A fake crown? Am I some kind of joke to you? H: Why is it so...soft? What?? I do not know..what I should do with it..?

C: It's good to know that at least one person doesn't point that out on an insulting behalf.

C: Do that again pal, and you're risking less fingers than you woke up with. C: Uh...thanks? For this? Your acts might grant you a slight hand at my mercy.

C: Contemplating homicide. H: AAHHHHHHH