Well, Es Ist Gut Enough. But Obsessed? I Would Lock Myself Out In The Office From Them If They Dare Get

You don't need to know and worry about, it's for your own safety, pyro. I understand but still, don't mention our community name again to people, be careful next time and watch your words.

@ownpyr0 I just wanted to give you a favor, pyro.. would you please stop mentioning o.W.n from every single people your talking to? It's gonna make things obvious that were still standing and updating our community further, and probably gonna question you about us. (despite other people that found me) I just want you to let you know i don't want things that are gonna get involved between the both of us and I don't like that, I just want you to keep it hidden even if you want to find some friends online without sudden confusion or so. It's a warning, i'm not mad at you for anything pyro. I just don't want anything for the both of us happening.

Do you understand?

[OOC]

I'm feeling a bit better, but my jaws hurt somehow. I still need to take a break though, and i have to get this checked up. It hurts than just feeling sick.

I cannot stand the ants living into my bedroom and having me to clean my entire room fulfilled with the strong scent of flammable Isopropyl ethanol on my walls and a dark tinge of wet water across the carpet, and then I'm getting complained by my teammates about the strong smell that's seeping into theirs even if they close their doors or windows tightly. Now it's making me want to burn the entire place down just for the ants to get out of my bedroom, and having a next door roommate/s is a bad idea for a reason.

(ᵂᵉ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵇᵘᵍ ˢᵖʳᵃʸ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴵ ᵈᵉˢᵖᶦˢᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃⁿᵗˢ ᵃ ˡᵒᵗ)

Sigma skibidi alpha rizz twin 🙏🏽🙏🏽

(- @mikupizzetto )

Why are you here.

That's... An odd name for feet, but. I don't exactly know why his.. "Dogs" are out, was does this supposed to do towards me, junge?..

please tellme why his dogs are out

Junge, what even is this. And what dogs? I need an explanation from your ridicule.

weezer

Junge, stop bitte. I'm trying to do my job with my team, please stop stalking me, I can see you at the corner.

I'm about to block your ridiculous time wasting Arsch Du verdammter Scheißkerl, get out. I'm not in the mood for this.

After moving to a different location from the gas leakage, what the hell is this all about.

Worms, man. Worms. They’re in the dirt, wriggling around, squirming like little pink veins that God threw out of his own body. Ever watch a worm just… squirm? It doesn’t even care what direction it’s going, just pushing through mud and filth, like it knows a secret. They live in the ground, but are they even alive? I swear to God, you cut one in half, and it just… keeps going, like two little worms now. Why? Who told them they could do that? Why don’t they die like the rest of us?

But no—no, listen—then there’s these Skibidi toilets. Skibidi toilets! Ever heard of 'em? No, no, not like a regular toilet; these things—they got faces, they sing, they look at you. It’s like they’re alive. They stare at you from the corner of the bathroom, like they’re watching while you’re trying to take a dump. They sing, like, Skibidi bop bop YES YES YES, and they won’t stop. They can’t stop. You think you’re alone, but they’re right there. Looking. Singing. Skibidi, skibidi, over and over. Why won’t they stop? I can hear them in my head sometimes, late at night. Just the toilets singing, and the worms… squirming.

AHHHHHHHHH! WHY? Why do we have worms in the ground and toilets with faces? It’s like, I’m sitting here, right, in the alley, thinking I’m just gonna enjoy my night, maybe find some food, but then the worms start whispering to me. Little voices in the dirt, telling me to dig, dig, dig. I’m a worm. We’re all worms. Just wriggling in the mud, eating garbage, waiting to get eaten by a bird or something. And then I hear it, Skibidi skibidi YES YES, the toilets calling me, calling us all to join them.

You ever think about it, man? How we’re all just like worms, digging around in our own filth, but now, the toilets—they’re coming to life! You see a Skibidi toilet and you think it’s funny, you think it’s just a meme, but no! Those things are watching us. They’re watching us like the government or God or—I don’t know. But they’re out there, waiting. Skibidi skibidi bop bop, and we’re all gonna be sucked in, sucked in like we’re flushed down the pipes, flushed right down into the sewers. The sewers! Where the worms live, in the dark, where you can’t see them, but they’re everywhere.

Why won’t they leave me alone? Why won’t the worms leave my skin, crawling in my mind, and why won’t the toilets stop singing?

I have three words for you: your just delusional.

Gut, now get out

I think my sleep schedule is messed up, why did I sleep 2-3 hours at midnight and woke up at 4 a.m early

.. In Ordnung.

Hello, it's me. I just wanna have a quick question to you just once, but. Has your face healed after your friend hit you with a shovel? If so, be careful around next time. Even if your doing this a favor, you may or may not answer this response but I'm just making sure your doing alright, big Mann.

My face is fine. Soldier hit hard but I am tough and strong. And, doktor give me ice pack to hold to nose while he do my exam.