i was that ghoul player lol

What killer u playing? I don’t remember

the best <3

Timmy tried to rebuild everything. TC “helpfully” renamed all his structures things like “Future Failure Zone” and “Definitely Not Exploding.”
By the end of the match, Timmy’s base looked like a modern art exhibit titled Regret and Anger.
Timmy leaned back, exhausted. “I can’t do this anymore.”
TC nodded thoughtfully. “So same time tomorrow?”
Timmy didn’t answer.
He uninstalled the game

That was the worst possible sentence.
Timmy stood up so fast his chair almost left orbit. “JUST A GAME? TC, I have a vision. I have STRATEGY. I have—why are you laughing?”Because TC had just built a second wall.
Outside the first wall.
“So now it’s a luxury prison,” TC said proudly.
Timmy stared at the screen in silence for a full three seconds. Then he whispered, “I’m going to lose my mind.”
TC nodded. “Already did. I think it’s trapped behind your second wall.”
By this point, Timmy was pacing like he was preparing a legal case against the concept of friendship. “You don’t understand. Every time I try to improve, you— you—”
“I improve it first?” TC offered.
“That is NOT improvement!”

Timmy had one true weakness: anything slightly unfair, slightly confusing, or slightly suggested by TC.
TC, unfortunately, knew this.
It all started with something harmless—at least on the surface.
Timmy and TC were playing a video game where you build little bases and defend them. Timmy was carefully constructing what he called “an impenetrable fortress of genius.” TC walked over, looked at it, and said, “Nice starter home.”
Timmy froze. “Starter home?”
“Yeah,” TC said casually. “Like, for the tutorial level.”
Timmy’s eye twitched.
But TC wasn’t done. Five minutes later, TC “accidentally” built a wall inside Timmy’s base that blocked him from leaving. “Oops,” TC said. “I thought doors were optional.”
“They are NOT OPTIONAL,” Timmy snapped, already trying to delete it. “This is sabotage!”
TC leaned back in his chair. “Relax, it’s just a game.”

Timmy walks softly through the noise of the day,
A quiet kind of kindness lighting his way.
He listens like the hush before morning breaks,
Careful with hearts, with the words that he makes.

There’s something in him gentle and rare,
A patience that lingers, a steady care.
Like petals that tremble in the slightest breeze,
He feels the world deeply, with effortless ease.

Fragile—not weak, but tender and true,
Holding the beauty most people rush through.
A flower that bends but never quite breaks,
Rooted in goodness, in all that he gives and takes.

And if ever the storm clouds darken his sky,
You’ll find him still standing, though shaken inside.
Because even the softest blooms can defend
A strength that grows quietly—Timmy, a friend.

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thats my favorite game too!

kind of into lucid dreaming. I think I'm asleep, so
I check. The board is full of alien language, So
I figure I'm asleep. I think about what I should do.
I decided to make this an intimate dream. So I
walk up to my crush and grab her chest. Then
realize that I'm awake. The entire class is staring at me.
Her tit is still in my hand, deer in headlights
dot jpeg. I decide there's only one way to recover.
Fall on the floor, start faking a seizure. Nobody buys it.
I go back to my seat, and now I know
why everyone hates me so much.

One thing, I don't know why
It doesn't even matter how hard you try
Keep that in mind, I designed this rhyme
To remind myself of a time when I tried so hard
In spite of the way you were mockin' me
Actin' like I was part of your property
Remembering all the times you fought with me
I'm surprised it got so far
Things aren't the way they were before
You wouldn't even recognize me anymore
Not that you knew me back then
But it all comes back to me in the end
You kept everything inside
And even though I tried, it all fell apart
What it meant to me will eventually
Be a memory of a time when I
I tried so hard and got so far
But in the end, it doesn't even matter
I had to fall to lose it all
But in the end, it doesn't even matter
One thing, I don't know why
It doesn't even matter how hard you try

Just a reminder about the age regression party that's gonna be happening tomorrow.
- bring your own pacifier and a sippycup.
- bring diapers just in case of an emergency leak.
- bring your favourite stuffed animal to cuddle with when you're gonna be age regressing.
The activities we'll be having :
cuddling each other and sucking on each other big thumbs uwu
giving each other wedgies ( if not comfortable, you can just watch )
smelling each others used up diapers, to memorise each others natural scent. ( like animals do )

Looking forward to seeing you (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

> hates tekken 8
> plays like a scrub
the irony

I don't believe in wiping. I just let it crust over like a scab, peel it off in one go, releasing all the poo dandruff into my underwear. Made myself the nickname Head & Shoulders.

IM DELETING YOU, BROTHER!

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ERROR! Brothers of Islam are irreplaceable I could never delete you Brother!

Send this to ten other Mujahideen who would give their lives for ﷲAllahﷲ Or never get called Brother again

gg