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Dark Rainbow Belle
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>massive horndogs,
MY PEOPLE. I'm holding my arms up in celebration, in case you can't see. Can you see? The scraps of stories I managed to find that weren't erased had contradicting info on interaction except never ending well. That, and giving up any semblance of privacy, forever. Can you tell me if you see a really hot guy?
>pills, ritual
No, no ritual here. They're pills specifically designed to make voices like you all disappear! They're free and they hand them out like candy at the drug store. "Voices of the End Syndrome," the pamphlet they gave me said. "Makes you hear voices that guide. You may feel a pull to the Core of the Cosmos," whatever that is. I think it grants wishes? But everybody dies trying to get there, which is why they're Voices of the "End." Sooo, so I won't be doing that. I'm not feeling that pull either, it's supposed to feel like some kind of revelation to go on some big journey. VotE Syndrome happens to random people here and it's bad for neumono since it basically guarantees rogue status even if you take the pills. But I was a rogue before, though...
>skills
Before he got disappeared, my last boss told me I was good at odd jobs. I used to work doing deliveries and errands for him until some very nice men in suits told him to pack his bags and join them in their very nice car. The floaty kind, so extra very nice. His last words to me were to chase my dreams, but I didn't since I didn't have any. Money can be like a gateway dream, right? Like bitterleaf can be a gateway drug to getting disappeared. The very nice men gave me some money before they left and told me to never tell another soul, ever. That was my last payday. It doesn't count as telling if it's you guys, right? I don't have an apatosaurus, but I do have a beat up scooter and there's a floating island made entirely of forest and gigantic mushrooms east of here.
Other info, other info...I live at an apartment with a roommate, but I have never seen them, ever. They leave feathers everywhere, but I don't think they're a heef. I have a debilitating compulsion to think about cocks at any given moment.
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