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this art is drawn by Karly. If you don't know Karly very well . . . lucky you. It's really hard to be her friend, woof
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Season 2pack
"So I actually have a Master's Degree, did you know that?"
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The best boys, the best gift, and an incredible journey through familiar worlds.
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A closet turd and shower pizza. A picture of Tongle and half a mustache. A fever dream and the greatest gift.
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The main character, the shitter of floors, he who demands treats.
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In the heart of the average bluebie lies a deep desire to believe and an utter certainty that it will not pay off.
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In the heart of the average bluebie lies a deep desire to believe and an utter certainty that it will not pay off.
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Your soul is forfeit, cultist.
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Before he was regal, he was really small and regal.
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The lifeblood—no, the beating heart—of the tightest community on the internet.
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The main character, the shitter of floors, he who demands treats.
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The main character, the shitter of floors, he who demands treats.
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Do they pity us? Or are they enjoying watching us squirm?
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Under sterilized office building lights, your wife toils away. The least you can do is tell her you love her.
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He delved too deeply and paused the game too often to talk about the Lore that he found.
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Haunter of nightmares, destroyer of worlds, the fifth horseman of the pending Apocalypse.
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The badge of pride worn by those with the discernment to doubt.
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If I had a nickel for every time Ryan played a cult game...
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Your soul is forfeit, cultist.
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In his first season, he set all-time records for balls played with, floors shit on, and overall confidence.
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For years, these solemn pilgrims said a daily prayer. For years, they were denied.
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The outside world fades away. All that remains is what's six inches in front of your face.
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The Queen Herself; type H to tell your wife you love her.
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Somewhere distant, in a land overtaken by darkness, a grown woman yells about an article of clothing.
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Thrower of molotovs and fights. Wielder of Axe and Ignorer of Gun. He who wears Marty's crown.
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DONT READ CHAT WHILE BEING SHIT AT.
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And look, for the sky opened up and a fearsome Heart descended, and it was terrible to behold.
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So there's this really esoteric economics principle...
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"So I actually have a Master's Degree, did you know that?"
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If I had a nickel for every time Ryan played a cult game...
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Your soul is forfeit, cultist.
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Under sterilized office building lights, your wife toils away. The least you can do is tell her you love her.
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Is this meta? This is meta, isn't it.
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I feel as if I've been put in a jar and shaken up, tumbling upward, downward, leftward, rightward.
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A star so bright not even a [redacted] could dull their shine.
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Her Highness, Duchess of Dog Cuddles and Queen of Our Hearts.
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You too can ruin your marriage with a simple mis-click.
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On the 69th try, the heat of our bodies' motions set the dance floor aflame.
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