Just tryna survive

I fell apart with pressure a long time ago but recently started playing the game again with the new updates. man just fuck him and every single one complicit in it,, if you still play pressure or associate with it, for the love of all that is holy reconsider. there's no separating the art from the artist here because he still benefits. he earns. even just from simple exposure. my account is small and hell if I remember the last time I posted anything on pressure, but please stop supporting it. My heart goes out to the victim,, my rp accounts have been dead but I'll still remove association there just because,, ick..,,

sorry to everyone who knew me through pressure, hope u guys r doing alr,, let's all just play natural disiaster survivkl

I’m tired man 🫩 had enough of this loser /hj (at least his pressure and Greek mythos version)

Also hi infused

I’m tired man 🫩 had enough of this loser /hj (at least his pressure and Greek mythos version)

"What'd I miss- who's that guy with the hardhat-"

"Pandemonium locked me in a box. And that is, uh. I dunno. Some guy?"

"... Why do I have an odd feeling that wasn't a human being. Oh well, who cares. Is your cold better?"

"Yeah, pretty much gone, now. I've started coughing on expendables though. They freak out and it's hilarious."

"... Please don't give me a common flu epidemic to deal with. All that work goes my way, you know...?"

"..no promises. Anyway, do you happen to have any shotgun ammo for a totally unrelated reason?"

"... We don't hold onto weapons or ammo."

"Damn. Oh well, nevermind."

*Insistent giggling can be heard from the vent above,* "Did somebody say... shotgun ammo?? Need some weapon supply, hmmmmmmmm????" *The vent hatch flew open, down hung a blur of red, eyes glowing a bright green with a wide wicked grin,* "Need a refill fishy boy??"

"Who're you? I mean, yeah, but why are you in my vents?"

*The giggling persists as the freak man slides through the vent, hanging on to it by his tail,* "The name's Krite Wreath! I'm smn of aaaa,, weapons dealer !! Guns, machetes, bats, ammunition, anything you can think off! All at a price of course," *He giggled.* "I'm in everyone's vents! More so, these vents don't have names, thus, not really yours now, are they hmmmmm?" *He mused with a far tilt of his neck.*

"They're in my shop. I've claimed these vents. Please get out of them. Anyway, what do you want in exchange for ammo?"

"Mmmh, what'dya have? I'm not really looking for anything in particular right now," *He shrugs, flipping upside down and landing on his two feet. He has a bag in hand, holding its straps with by a death grip.*

"Hmmm," *He looms over the crates, tapping his chin idly. He rumages around his bag before pulling out a few rounds of ammo and tossing it over,* "That enough for 3 medkits?"

"What'd I miss- who's that guy with the hardhat-"

"Pandemonium locked me in a box. And that is, uh. I dunno. Some guy?"

"... Why do I have an odd feeling that wasn't a human being. Oh well, who cares. Is your cold better?"

"Yeah, pretty much gone, now. I've started coughing on expendables though. They freak out and it's hilarious."

"... Please don't give me a common flu epidemic to deal with. All that work goes my way, you know...?"

"..no promises. Anyway, do you happen to have any shotgun ammo for a totally unrelated reason?"

"... We don't hold onto weapons or ammo."

"Damn. Oh well, nevermind."

*Insistent giggling can be heard from the vent above,* "Did somebody say... shotgun ammo?? Need some weapon supply, hmmmmmmmm????" *The vent hatch flew open, down hung a blur of red, eyes glowing a bright green with a wide wicked grin,* "Need a refill fishy boy??"

"Who're you? I mean, yeah, but why are you in my vents?"

*The giggling persists as the freak man slides through the vent, hanging on to it by his tail,* "The name's Krite Wreath! I'm smn of aaaa,, weapons dealer !! Guns, machetes, bats, ammunition, anything you can think off! All at a price of course," *He giggled.* "I'm in everyone's vents! More so, these vents don't have names, thus, not really yours now, are they hmmmmm?" *He mused with a far tilt of his neck.*

"They're in my shop. I've claimed these vents. Please get out of them. Anyway, what do you want in exchange for ammo?"

"Mmmh, what'dya have? I'm not really looking for anything in particular right now," *He shrugs, flipping upside down and landing on his two feet. He has a bag in hand, holding its straps with by a death grip.*

"What'd I miss- who's that guy with the hardhat-"

"Pandemonium locked me in a box. And that is, uh. I dunno. Some guy?"

"... Why do I have an odd feeling that wasn't a human being. Oh well, who cares. Is your cold better?"

"Yeah, pretty much gone, now. I've started coughing on expendables though. They freak out and it's hilarious."

"... Please don't give me a common flu epidemic to deal with. All that work goes my way, you know...?"

"..no promises. Anyway, do you happen to have any shotgun ammo for a totally unrelated reason?"

"... We don't hold onto weapons or ammo."

"Damn. Oh well, nevermind."

*Insistent giggling can be heard from the vent above,* "Did somebody say... shotgun ammo?? Need some weapon supply, hmmmmmmmm????" *The vent hatch flew open, down hung a blur of red, eyes glowing a bright green with a wide wicked grin,* "Need a refill fishy boy??"

"Who're you? I mean, yeah, but why are you in my vents?"

*The giggling persists as the freak man slides through the vent, hanging on to it by his tail,* "The name's Krite Wreath! I'm smn of aaaa,, weapons dealer !! Guns, machetes, bats, ammunition, anything you can think off! All at a price of course," *He giggled.* "I'm in everyone's vents! More so, these vents don't have names, thus, not really yours now, are they hmmmmm?" *He mused with a far tilt of his neck.*

"What'd I miss- who's that guy with the hardhat-"

"Pandemonium locked me in a box. And that is, uh. I dunno. Some guy?"

"... Why do I have an odd feeling that wasn't a human being. Oh well, who cares. Is your cold better?"

"Yeah, pretty much gone, now. I've started coughing on expendables though. They freak out and it's hilarious."

"... Please don't give me a common flu epidemic to deal with. All that work goes my way, you know...?"

"..no promises. Anyway, do you happen to have any shotgun ammo for a totally unrelated reason?"

"... We don't hold onto weapons or ammo."

"Damn. Oh well, nevermind."

*Insistent giggling can be heard from the vent above,* "Did somebody say... shotgun ammo?? Need some weapon supply, hmmmmmmmm????" *The vent hatch flew open, down hung a blur of red, eyes glowing a bright green with a wide wicked grin,* "Need a refill fishy boy??"

"Hrhmm alright I'll go test it then. Take care of my son." *he hands him the creeture and dissipates*

*He tilts his head to the side,* "Sorry, just a small, uh, apology offering, I suppose? I think the little guy was trying to gift my wedding bands to you and your lover. And maybe because the last time I saw you, you were kinda broke. Is it too much?"

"Eh, not the worst thing he's done," *he furrows his brow at the creeture in his hands.* "wanna pet him?"

":0 yes :D"

"I'm glad. He'll probably be running off to you more now. I suppose I'll be seeing you more often. Needa head out now though, good luck with whatever you're uh dealing with?" *He flashes an awkward smile before disappearing in a flurry of snow.*

*He tilts his head to the side,* "Sorry, just a small, uh, apology offering, I suppose? I think the little guy was trying to gift my wedding bands to you and your lover. And maybe because the last time I saw you, you were kinda broke. Is it too much?"

"Eh, not the worst thing he's done," *he furrows his brow at the creeture in his hands.* "wanna pet him?"

":0 yes :D"

*He tilts his head to the side,* "Sorry, just a small, uh, apology offering, I suppose? I think the little guy was trying to gift my wedding bands to you and your lover. And maybe because the last time I saw you, you were kinda broke. Is it too much?"

"Eh, not the worst thing he's done," *he furrows his brow at the creeture in his hands.* "wanna pet him?"

*He tilts his head to the side,* "Sorry, just a small, uh, apology offering, I suppose? I think the little guy was trying to gift my wedding bands to you and your lover. And maybe because the last time I saw you, you were kinda broke. Is it too much?"