There is an idea of a Laquita.
Some kind of abstraction, but there is no real me.
Only an entity-- something illusory.
And though I can hide my cold gaze...
and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours...
and maybe you can even sense our life styles are probably comparable, I simply am not there.

I live in the floorstacked shell base on grid F17, near the Giant Excavator.
My name is Laquita

I believe in taking care of myself, in a balanced diet, in a rigorous farming routine.
In the morning, if my building decays, I'll put on an arctic suit while mining metal ore.
I can farm a thousand now.
After I refill the Tool Cupboard, I get my AK-kit.
In the compound, I put down spike traps.
Then I replace my turret pods.
And in the airlocks, refill the shotgun traps.
Then I insert boxes of sulfur into my large furnces, which I leave on for 10 minutes while I prepare the rest of my routine.
I always lock my boxes with code locks, because they alert me whenever someone unauthorized attempts to steal.
Then I upgrade my core to HQM, then I activate my electrical currents, followed by a final bunker sealing.

very similar complexion to king covid

My muh ♥♥♥♥♥♥ ♥♥♥♥♥

+rep dude bought a ♥♥♥♥ ton of my CS:GO cases and actually followed through on the deal

ʜᴇʟʟᴏ, ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴀ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ ᴋᴏʀᴇᴀɴ ɢɪʀʟ (◠‿◠)✌ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴅᴀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ɢɪɢɢʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏsᴇʟғ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴏғ ʜᴏᴡ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀᴛ ɢᴀᴍᴇs ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴍᴇ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ.