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requested by two people!! John doe! also I keep making my men with long hair since they're just so shsjsbshudjffnnfbehwjsjdjdbdh info (some hcs): John doe always smells like blood. He calls you sweetheart since you remind him of Jane in some way! (I love nicknames! :D) John doe doesn't remember key details like the fact that he's married to Jane Doe. John doe doesn't use his right arm (the heavily corrupted one) to attack, since it's really heavy and inconvenient. However, despite this, John still uses it to stab. He prefers pancakes over waffles. appearance: John doe appears as a light yellow-skinned Robloxian with a dark yellow cardigan with a white knitted swear underneath, and blue jeans. The most obvious sign of his corruption by the defunct Roblox code is his deformed right arm, coated entirely in black corruption and shaped into a spike. Red binary code seeps off the deformed limb, John doe's right eye has turned completely red with the same black corruption around it. Some of the corruption has spread to his back, resulting in his spine protruding from his back, leaving it visible. His left arm has its hand corrupted, forming claws with red binary code seeping off of it. His legs are marginally covered in corruption. He has long yellow hair, same colour as his skin, and cracked broken black glasses, his eye colour is brown. He has sharp teeth. John doe has a crown very reminiscent of the "Black Iron Crown of Pwnage.", which is the same black corruption on his body, just no defunct coding. John doe also wears black shoes.

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Hello, my name is Jane Doe. You might have heard of this one before, like from the unidentified corpses, who are disposed through the back halls of forensics. What a sweet irony, that it is my corpse now, metaphorically of course, who takes this path now. Whatever... I called myself an artist, painting, writing, such things. Without an audience though, oh and that is fine. When you love to create and love the things yourself, do I even need the applause or praise? But then, the sting comes, what if, what I do is just meaningless? Like pouring water out of a bottle that has more holes than glass? Oh and then I wonder why the cup is still empty? Not because the concept of the unrecognised genius exists, does not mean, everyone who is unrecognised, is one. Right? So to speak, I'm just a normal, plain weirdo, talking in a language that is hard to comprehend, even by myself. Who can say if my words are nonsense or have some hidden twisted meaning. If not even I can? The bitter truth, one has to face sometimes is, or at least a possible truth: Girl, you might be just bad. The audience is not missing because your stuff is too avantgarde, it misses because it is hollow, and does not resonate because of this. Back to Jane Doe. I pack my pencil and my brush. A bit of time at the shore of the ocean, listening to the waves. Exactly the right now. Just listening to some primordial song, that had been there already before me, all others, and will still be there, when even the smartest and most genius one of us is not more than a fingerprint in the cosmic dust. A timeless, transcendent place, just in front of all of our eyes. Oh I can scream here, sing, whine and laugh. No one will hear it. But I can listen all the time, to a rhythm as old as time. Can there be anything better? Not now, not today, not for me.. at least

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