Bri'ish chap, will kill you with hatchets and whatnot given the chance (also undeniably silly )

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why is there a shark eating the fumo im shakin gna and and crying

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First of all, please forward your join requests and problems to "Cilaena" from now on, I'll be unavailable for an unkown period of time.

Now to those who know me from somewhere (may it be from MSC, HS or any other social server), I'd like to leave this message to you. Those of you have probably learned to know me under the name "Remowo" (EUW), "Remoswolo" or "OwoBuffsWhen" - this is my personal letter to you.

After much struggle I've come to realize one crucial thing about this server - it had altered my personality, and that in a negative way. Right now I'm trying to recover from an experience that started as a pleasant instance during its first years which later turned into unbearable frustration for me.

Sure, the server has changed over the years and so have its active community and mods, however I was unable to adapt because deep inside I didn't want to. This wasn't the server I used to know, it had become something very different.

I'm certain many of you still enjoy it, sadly I've grown to strictly dislike this server and the experience it offered me. Personally, I've neverbeen on a server before that could destroy someone's mood this much simply by lurking.

This feeling mostly was connected to a sensation of being treated "unjust" by the mods or any other members. It made me feel downright miserable, and I fear I'll need to take a VERY LONG break from this server before I might be able to be here again.
I still very much appreciate the artistic side of the community and the designs of the various ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ and memes which is one aspect I'll be sticking to. Investing more energy into these parts of the community might help me on regaining a healthier view on this server.

"im sans morty"

Morty heard the distorted, cold voice of his once-friend Rick echo throughout the house, eventually growing softer and softer until it no longer could be heard. What replaced that voice was a burp, and then another shout.

"IM SANS MORTY, YOUR GONNA HAVE A BAD TIME"

Morty knew if he was to respond his life would be in danger, and so he clamped his mouth shut out of fear. It had become second instinct for him to respond to anything Rick requested, but this time Morty had to stay silent. Shuffling around the room he had locked himself into, his goal was to locate some form of exit, or, perhaps, even a weapon to defend himself against what Rick had become. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, morty felt a horrid chill flow down his spine. He had found himself in his sisters room. And she was still asleep.

IM SANS MORTYYYYYY

They come to this place when they know they are not pure. Players use the party search function, but they are mere trespassers. Only I, a summoner, know the true pain of Ultimate Quests. I was cut in half, destroyed, but thanks to Dia Master, I couldn't care less. It brought me six seconds of invulnerability. We cannot blame these creatures, they are being led by meseta, a useless currency which knows not the secrets of Pet Sympathy. Behold the players, come to scavenge and desecrate this sacred lobby. My fellow summoners, did I not tell of this day? Did I not prophesize this moment?

Now, I will stop them. Now I am changed, reborn through the energy of Alter Ego, forever bound to the Summoner's Mark. Let it be known, if the players want true loot, they will lay down their nemesis weaponry, and wait for the baptism of my powerful harmonizer. It is time. I will teach these trespassers the redemptive power of my 13* Marron Strike. They will learn its simple damage cap. The players are lost, and they will resist. But I, Remilia, will cleanse this place of their impurity.

*notices buldge* OwO whats dis? Rawr x3 nuzzles how are you pounces on you you're so warm o3o notices you have a bulge o: someone's happy ;) nuzzles your necky wecky~ murr~ hehehe rubbies your bulgy wolgy you're so big :oooo rubbies more on your bulgy wolgy it doesn't stop growing ·///· kisses you and lickies your necky daddy likies (; nuzzles wuzzles I hope daddy really likes $: wiggles butt and squirms I want to see your big daddy meat~ wiggles butt I have a little itch o3o wags tail can you please get my itch~ puts paws on your chest nyea~ its a seven inch itch rubs your chest can you help me pwease squirms pwetty pwease sad face I need to be punished runs paws down your chest and bites lip like I need to be punished really good~ paws on your bulge as I lick my lips I'm getting thirsty. I can go for some milk unbuttons your pants as my eyes glow you smell so musky :v licks shaft mmmm~ so musky dro

This person gave me head, I did not want it.

kochenk.ave

THOT DETECTED

This person gave me head when I didn't want it

this person didnt give me head

Ecks Dee

I wish your aim was as good as your personality.