Hello, I noticed you have a profile picture of a very beautiful (but also intelligent looking!) female, and 1 am under the presumption that this goddess is you? I will assist you at any hour, day or night. And, before you are mistaken, I do not seek your hand in a romantic way; although, I am not opposed in the event you are interested in me, as many women often are. I am a man of standard, and I do not bow to just any female that comes my way, unlike my peers... So rest assured that I will not be in the way of your gaming and socializing experience. Consider me ur jett? a companion, a partner, and perhaps we can enjoy some video games together some time. I see you play valorant, and are you good at playing sage? I would be happy to help you rank up. Platonically of course, unless you (like many others) change your mind on that. I look forward to our future together (as friends of course.)

Fellas, we must congregate in this abyss of darkness since we kind of codepend with each other in this limbo, away from the solar flare and sunset sandstorm, and somewhere that the hallucination cannot get us easily. This is our edge of destiny, we must stay here, or it'll be mayhem. It is unknown what will happen, but expect sinister silence coming from arcturus. Outside is a slaughterhouse, the river of acheron and the lands of tartarus are spreading. I assure you, it's quite peaceful here. Outside is a sonic wave infinitely stretching, oblivion that is expanding, and the hard machine we all know and love becoming golden. The SS Shukketsu, SS Kenos, SS Keres, and SS Promethean might be the only ships that survived the cosmic cyclone. It was their requiem, and now they have rusted. Their bloodlust for the bloodbath is quite cataclysmic too, and the aftermath is being processed by the calculator core. It's still being processed somewhere at Mount Erebus.