#supportpost

So… I just… hm, I’ve heard that you might need this kind of positivity in your life, and those two guys agreed to collaborate with me to share it. Stay positive! 

It has been two years and those two years have definitely been an experience. 

The course of this blog is essentially a lesson in perspective. It has ended up as... a way to run multiversal outreach. It has also proven itself as a way to leave what is essentially an echo chamber of ourselves and the support staff we pay to agree with us, and as a lesson in how yes, we can have our morale simultaneously tanked and boosted to levels previously unfathomed. This blog and what it has sparked has helped, and its presence at the end of this decade has contributed to the period’s overall looking up, and for that, we thank you.

Thank you for bearing with us for the duration. We hope you continue to do so. 

–the O5 Council

//We don’t have as much to say, as this isn’t really our blog, but the times we’ve been on here, we’ve had warm receptions. We’ll most likely be making more appearances in the future! It’s been really nice.

//And the Overseers seem happier. But don’t bring that up to them.

//–support

((I’ve said this on the server, but now it’s time to gush on main: this fucken means so much to me, gang. And thank you for supporting these idiots, and supporting me, and sending asks and leavin notes and everythin – the validation means the fucking world to me and I’m glad others can get a good time out of this along with me, and what a fuckin time I’ve had. O5ver have endeared themselves to me only more as time’s gone on and they have brought me so many good times and so many cool people; I’ve met some of my closest friends through this blog. I started wearing hair sticks because of O5-7. The impact running this blog’s had on me, my life and outlook, and my writing is real and tangible and overall positive and here is to another decent chunk of time writing these morally gray Lawful Good war criminal tax evader bastards!!! Cheers I love you ^w^)b!!! 

No one gave you the right, the will of the broken, to take control of everything’s lives. No one asked for your guide, the ones who have spoken, to write the laws we’re forced to abide. 

A poorly thought out plan, a claim it is “necessary”, dictating all you can, never let dissenters speak.

In a loop of building the cage and burying the keys, There’s only good and bad, there’s nowhere in between, Everybody loves to judge, everybody thinks they’re clean…

You took me on, you forced my hand again, Holding the rope, holding everything

I can’t remember, I can’t Remember identity, the visions in my mind from Screamin’ at me

I define myself By how well I hide, I feel it coming apart. Well, at least I tried. (You know who and what this is about :3c )

I’m done for now. Because I am tired. Who volunteers to be a pillow?! 

We’re sorry, on milk with