H<>w's that mask c<>ming al<>ng?
AH, IT IS cOMP_LETE! THE MASK cAME OUT VERY WELL, IF I DO SAY SO MYSELF.
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H<>w's that mask c<>ming al<>ng?
AH, IT IS cOMP_LETE! THE MASK cAME OUT VERY WELL, IF I DO SAY SO MYSELF.

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Wh<> is the tr<>ll that t<>tally isn't a z<>mbie's ancest<>r? Were they t<>tally n<>t a z<>mbie t<><>?
The Sportsman had lived most of his life playing sports and picking fights. Luckily for him, he was able to live a relatively long life before dying. Unluckily for him, though, was that he was killed off and eaten by trolls that are totally not zombies. Totally.
So, It's Christmas, or at least it was, so I'm going to say something I like about your blog because reasons. First thing, IT'S FUCKING AWESOME. Everything from your creepy pasta readings to your SCP fuel re-blogs are morbidly awesome. Anyway, Merry Christmas/Hanukkah/Whatever the fuck you celebrate. YOU are fucking awesome.
I don't think I know how to thank you properly because this is just so nice and right now it's something I just really needed so seriously thank you because you're awesome too.
C<>me <>ne and all, t<> the sh<>w t<> end all sh<>ws. Welc<>me t<> this disaster <>f a bl<>g
i cant tell if youre insultin me or yourself
but evvenin nonetheless do you need somethin or wwhat
"You're quite talented with that, aren't you?" A grinning troll said in passing, nodding towards the object in Kanaya was toying with
It was rare for her to hear such a comment over the groan of the machine. Her head swiveled around, arms slowly slackening from the tense posture they were once in. Very slowly she cut the engine off of the chainsaw--her weapon--just so she could properly talk to the passerby troll. Her topiary sculpture could wait just for a moment or two.
"I would say so. Otherwise someone would have taken it away from me." She chirps with a little laugh exhaling from her lips.

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A super spooky troll ghost floats between the trees outside your hive, making woooo noises and pulling scary faces
Her lips pull into a frown of some sort from the noise that has crescendo over time. She arises from her sitting state to peer out of her window in an attempt of investigation. At first her eyes seem to fail her, but the moment they catch some kind of movement outside she freezes. Her window is pulled open and she calls from hive--house--with a cautious,
❝ Hello? ❞
"I get the feeling this train's n<>t, starting again any time s<><>n" The troll beside you finally speaks, black eyes looking bored out the window. The coastal train had broken down hours ago and although the speaker kept assuring the restless passengers that they would be on their way any time not, their promises were wearing thin.
Eridana blinked at the strange looking fellow, thinking indignantly of how she should have her own row, or at least a window seat. However, she didn’t hold that against this troll. She simply nodded and said “folks are probably gonna go nuts before long” There were many tapping feet and impatient coughs throughout the cabin, and more than one low growl.