#pallit

P Hudson Gock (He/Him, They/Them, it/its): Wlel cmoe feitfull AMERCAN (me hope) to this espace on tha intranezt, iam the see i ou of TotleighSoft BECAUSE COMPUTERS!!! dus iam very bussy tis dais, but worry naught, me am frednly face nad raspond SAAP (me wram you iam very sitcky nad midlee radiocative)

Pallit East River Gock (Sher/her, Ve/Vair): OMG HAIIIIIII (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ Im Pallit,and i cant even begin to tell you HOW EXCITED i am to read messages from huwwmies EVERYDAY AHHHHHHHHHHHH ٩( ᗒᗨᗕ )۶ also my dumb dad wants me to make art because COMPUTERS or whatever └(・-・)┘ i doubt he can even read this anyways

Ethan Lott (He/Him): Hello there! you most likely have heard of my name from several of my products WHICH WOULD HAVE BEEN SUCCESFULL HAD CUNTS-excuse me for that rant, i am (along with Qwarty) the creator of this blog, taking care of the technical sides that would have most likely given you a seizure if gock handled them

Three Moons. It would go something like this.

Pallit: GREETINGS DELIGHTFUL HUMIEWOOMIES OF CORBENIC I'M SO HAPPY TO ANNOUNCE IT'S CURRENTLY JOIN-MY-TOXIC-POLYCULE O'CLOCK

Girard Niang: What the fuck is this art chick's problem for real.

Intern: Mr. President! The Science Department just received more information about the [Grandma!] thing that Pallit's currently parasitizing for nigh-omnipotence.

Niang: Go on...

Intern: It's the daughter of ABBAD of the Red Crater. As in, Lord JALAKÅRA's deadbeat brother.

Niang: Get the Spider on the phone, that's His department.

JALAKÅRA: Hey. Uh. Please don't make a big deal out of this, but I just thought you might wanna know, your daughter's currently being used as a "We have godhead at home" by literal shareware. I'm gonna need you to do me a favor and show any degree of concern.

ABBAD: hehehe nature tickles

JALAKÅRA: ...if you would like me to save your daughter, please give de facto consent by saying literally anything.

ABBAD: i am so fucking high right now

JALAKÅRA: kthxbye

Pallit: I DO NOT RECALL INVITING ANY BEARDED SPIDERS TO THE POLYCULE

JALAKÅRA: 'Sup, I'm the guy that has deific seniority over your nonconsensual sugar mommy. Make to attempt to resist because that would be really embarrassing. Ear tweezers time.

~ pluck ~

JALAKÅRA: Welp, there's your problem. Brain parasite.

Pallit: THESE TWEEZERS AREN'T SMOOCHES FROM TERRIFIED HUMANS, GET THEM OFF ME

~ squish ~

[Grandma!]: Thanks for the assist, Uncle. Now, what the hell are we gonna do with this flaming wad of condemned human souls I had to spend centuries fondling for some reason?

JALAKÅRA: Niang.

Niang: Your Holiness.

JALAKÅRA: How would you feel about running twelve fucktillion dead humans through centuries of cataloging and paperwork?