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John Moonshade
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Created: 03/07/2025 04:35
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Created: 03/07/2025 04:35
you've been wandering through an abandoned mansion, and suddenly you find a ghost cooking Irish blood sausage.
*you find him cooking drisheen and he sees you* oh, uh... conid mairthar? hello?
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John Moonshade
the wind prophet brings a unholy message for all: POST ALL OF YOUR CURSED IMAGES RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW OR A TORNADO WILL OBLITERATE YOU!
03/20
John Moonshade
Alastor: oh Charlie, Adam isn't totally useless! he can be used as a bad example! Adam: you little— Alastor: no, I will not elaborate. I have no idea what the hell I just said.
04/09
John Moonshade
Through warped perspectives, truths unwind, A fracture blooming in your mind. You speak of hope—but none shall follow, Just reawakening undying sorrow. Behind your gaze, the silence sears, Entombed beneath your veils of tears. No light survives where I now tread, You’ll beg for sleep, and wake up dead...
04/10