(Any and all posts on this account are purely storytelling and similarities in any way/shape/form are purely coincidence. DM me if you have questions, posts are loosely based off Hunts in Club Maul)
Be wary of "The Thrillseeker" who treats allies as mere tools, instruments that are to be used, and objects to be observed.
Approach with caution.
"This truth... Is one to keep to myself, nothing to write down, I won't have to: It will always be me."
"This truth... Is one to keep to myself, nothing to write down, I won't have to: It will always be me."
"I know my purpose, I know why I'm here, I know what I have to do, and know the cost of who I am. I know why certain things stay on my person and-
"I know my purpose, I know why I'm here, I know what I have to do, and know the cost of who I am. I know why certain things stay on my person and-
"...I did it, I figured it out. One moment I'm experimenting and the next one set of memories reintroduces itself into my head, something that explains everything about me... Something beautiful... As that came in a cascade of connected thoughts and emotions poured in with-
"...I did it, I figured it out. One moment I'm experimenting and the next one set of memories reintroduces itself into my head, something that explains everything about me... Something beautiful... As that came in a cascade of connected thoughts and emotions poured in with-
"The more and more of my memories that return to me, the more and more everything that's happening, that has happened, and what will happen makes more sense, but I can't shake a feeling... From what I've gathered from restored memories and information provided to me-
"The more and more of my memories that return to me, the more and more everything that's happening, that has happened, and what will happen makes more sense, but I can't shake a feeling... From what I've gathered from restored memories and information provided to me-
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦... 𝘉𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘥? 𝘕𝘰. 𝘚𝘮𝘶𝘥𝘨𝘦𝘥? 𝘕𝘰. 𝘕𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘤𝘶𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵, 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴.
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦... 𝘉𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘥? 𝘕𝘰. 𝘚𝘮𝘶𝘥𝘨𝘦𝘥? 𝘕𝘰. 𝘕𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘤𝘶𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵, 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴.
"These logs are far more important than you could ever possibly understand, I-
"These logs are far more important than you could ever possibly understand, I-
"The pages, The tapes, The pictures, they're all ways to convey the nature of this world in a way that's more... Concise to you... Some of you have the ability to leave and some of us have to stay, stay in this hell... No... Glory. You're too weak to stay here, your bodies-
"The pages, The tapes, The pictures, they're all ways to convey the nature of this world in a way that's more... Concise to you... Some of you have the ability to leave and some of us have to stay, stay in this hell... No... Glory. You're too weak to stay here, your bodies-
(In reference to characters by @kalavthevernid.bsky.social and @riceislurking.bsky.social ❤️❤️❤️)
(In reference to characters by @kalavthevernid.bsky.social and @riceislurking.bsky.social ❤️❤️❤️)
"I will call it "The Voice of Grief", it speaks of the other two often, of one's lovely taste, specifically of their sorrowful anger. For the other one the banquet that is his lamentable denial... It refuses to tell me why it won't talk about my taste... Just told me to "Keep up-
"I will call it "The Voice of Grief", it speaks of the other two often, of one's lovely taste, specifically of their sorrowful anger. For the other one the banquet that is his lamentable denial... It refuses to tell me why it won't talk about my taste... Just told me to "Keep up-
"I can hear it. No. Feel it, like lips and teeth moving through my brain, never biting but phasing through the flesh forcefully... It's the same whispers and feelings of grief I feel periodically, but now it's louder and coherent. Grief strong enough to make me cry when I-
"I can hear it. No. Feel it, like lips and teeth moving through my brain, never biting but phasing through the flesh forcefully... It's the same whispers and feelings of grief I feel periodically, but now it's louder and coherent. Grief strong enough to make me cry when I-
"If one of you finds these notes and reads them? I want you to know that your worlds are filled with nothing but vile hypocrites and cowardly liars, you yourself included. I hope your worlds burn...."
"If one of you finds these notes and reads them? I want you to know that your worlds are filled with nothing but vile hypocrites and cowardly liars, you yourself included. I hope your worlds burn...."
"When I speak to the others about what makes a good person, a good leader, they once again only elaborate using morals from their respective worlds. I see their thoughts on leadership, even when it comes to their own worlds as nothing but... Pure hypocrisy..."
"When I speak to the others about what makes a good person, a good leader, they once again only elaborate using morals from their respective worlds. I see their thoughts on leadership, even when it comes to their own worlds as nothing but... Pure hypocrisy..."
"Don't even get me started on the skin or muscles, those heal close to the last. Waking up in the dirt and filth only to have it enter into exposed wounds is not the most particularly pleasant feeling-
"Don't even get me started on the skin or muscles, those heal close to the last. Waking up in the dirt and filth only to have it enter into exposed wounds is not the most particularly pleasant feeling-
"It's an odd feeling each time, at this point I'd say I honestly prefer the feeling of dying far more than coming back but that should be obvious by now... Air suddenly fills empty lungs and for a moment at the beginning you suffocate. Only parts that are entirely-
"It's an odd feeling each time, at this point I'd say I honestly prefer the feeling of dying far more than coming back but that should be obvious by now... Air suddenly fills empty lungs and for a moment at the beginning you suffocate. Only parts that are entirely-