ErosSense
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Massively Angry Italian
STATUS: Pineapple... on pizza... I'm wounded. That's half my health right there. And I can guarantee you somebody else will finish me off by eating pasta with a spoon, or by breaking capellini to boil... 21 hrs ago
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Pineapple... on pizza... I'm wounded. That's half my health right there. And I can guarantee you somebody else will finish me off by eating pasta with a spoon, or by breaking capellini to boil...
1 day ago
How is it everybody I wanna roleplay with either writes like a caveman or like an inter-dimensional creature who has mastered all forms of English
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2 days ago
I'm craving chocolate milk and character development
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Bio
"Searing Flesh hardly saves
The time you could have bent
Such as the blade I lent the
Mother of the crimson steaks
Ingrained within your Skin
Hanging, knotted ropes
Can’t undo the countenance
Of wide-eyed anticipation
Or dissatisfaction with your
Cumbersome, bodily Being
When the Father looked
To reply to curdling screams
Of rusted, dulled iron, sinking
Deep into your Body, spreading
The disease of desperation"
"The Disease of Desperation" by Lawrence J. Lacorne
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Hi! I'm Eros.
I love the gritty. The dark -- the terrifying. The intellectually challenging. The type of story that makes you want to put it down, out of sheer desperation -- but the engagement thus proves too vast, and you continue reading despite yourself.
I love beautifully nuanced and complex characters. I love intricately woven plots.
I am self-proclaimed as the Mary Shelley of roleplay. /hj
The time you could have bent
Such as the blade I lent the
Mother of the crimson steaks
Ingrained within your Skin
Hanging, knotted ropes
Can’t undo the countenance
Of wide-eyed anticipation
Or dissatisfaction with your
Cumbersome, bodily Being
When the Father looked
To reply to curdling screams
Of rusted, dulled iron, sinking
Deep into your Body, spreading
The disease of desperation"
"The Disease of Desperation" by Lawrence J. Lacorne
____
Hi! I'm Eros.
I love the gritty. The dark -- the terrifying. The intellectually challenging. The type of story that makes you want to put it down, out of sheer desperation -- but the engagement thus proves too vast, and you continue reading despite yourself.
I love beautifully nuanced and complex characters. I love intricately woven plots.
I am self-proclaimed as the Mary Shelley of roleplay. /hj
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