Your name is RATAKK VALJAN and you are sort of FUCKED UP at the moment.
Your FUTURE self has TOP SECRET BUSINESS to attend to for an undetermined amount of time, while your CURRENT self has his OWN AGENDA.
You are both alive in the PRESENT MOMENT. It's just a big, confusing ball of WIBBLEY WOBBLEY TIMEY WIMEY STUFF.
Future Ratakk:
♊
♥ ♦
♠ ♣
Current Ratakk:
♥ ♦
♠ ♣
suffspeare started following you
You scuttle away from your hubtop and press yourself into the corner of your block. Your hubtop’s voice recognition picks up your panic, sending this message to the new comer:
Another troll. ANOTHER TROLL?! I can’t. Can your mind make up new trolls? I don’t think it can? I mean I know probably humans, because that Annabelle human looks just like Dave’s bro only Female but…
You crawl forward and begin typing, fingers erratically jamming into the keys, becoming more frenzied. You have to retype the sentence several times, having keysmashed in your manic state.
“Are you real?!”
Yes, I am real. And a tr9ll.
My name is Ratakk.
(via leohearted)
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suffspeare reblogged this from leohearted and added:
That comment makes you pause, if only for a brief moment. Whose fault is that? Your spirit sinks and you feel even more...
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