tommy: tell me if you see any imperfections in my tower
techno: it looks bad that's the first imperfection

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tommy: tell me if you see any imperfections in my tower
techno: it looks bad that's the first imperfection

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GLATTBUR FUCK
GLATT!!!!! PLEASE MR GHOST SCHLATT RETURN TO THE SMP I MISS YOU!!! I know yesterday wasn't a canon stream but I find it funny how Glatt was met with 0 hostility when talking to Tommy. Also raccoon boy Tommy because how could I not?
[REBLOGS >>> LIKES]
Jshlatt himself: My ghost name is Glatt
Me, and all the other people who say he’s got a better ghost name:
Give me JCorpse or Frankenshlatt or give me death
expect more on the way :)

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I love drawin' me some ram people
Going through the Dream SMP tag and I now realize something, Jschlatt has a monopoly on Ghost Names.
Jcorpse
Gschlatt
Ghost!Schlatt
Jhost
Glatt
Which One Do We Use?!
Edit: Jhost has already been claimed by Joehills, so cross that one off
Was I?
my masterlist ***(Tubbo, Jschlatt)***
As the child looked around, he saw naught but an empty crowd As his friends had all left for lands of their own.
His best friend presumed dead, the thoughts raging through his head As the night winds blew and the ghosts of his past all howled.
It was chilly and he shook, from the cold or from worse, Tears tracking down his forlorn face.
Head in his hands, as he looked over his lands, For which he’d given all he ever had.