Eines Tages ist König Glavius der III. mal rumgelaufen und hat gekuckt ob er ein Platz findet wo er was hinbauen kann. Nach einiger Zeit fandte er diesen guten Ort und Baute hier ein Haus hin und dachte": Ich werde vielleicht ein neues Königreich erschaffen, dann schlief er ein.

Kapitel 2: Die Erriechteung

Als er aufwachte bekämpfte er die Monster die noch draussen waren und richtete ein schmiedehaus.
Er baute immer mehr kleine Häuser bis er doch dann abends einfach hingefallen ist. Am nächsten Tag war er dann Weg.

Eventually, I got tired of trolling People. When you troll a person, their reaction is always the same. Shock, confusion, humiliation, I began to grow... Tired of it. Tired of the predictability of it all. I was singing the same Trolololol and dance for SO long, I no longer got the same high from trolling the humans around me. I realized then... I could go higher. Why stop at people? I began to troll cities. Technology. Nature. I was insatiable. The rush you feel when you troll something they said was unshakeable. Well, Challenge Accepted. And it's all culminated in this. I can finally troll the very laws of physics themselves. Gravity... ConTrolled! THIS is what I was after! The ultimate epic win! No one... no THING is safe from my trolling anymore. Tell God... Le epic Trollge has arrived. Problem?

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The world will end in 2021, Santa is coming. The candy cane rapture. Santa Is Waiting.

-rep copied my d'avissona

I can't ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ take it. I see an image of a random object posted and then I see it, I ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ see it. "Oh that looks kinda like the among us guy" it started as. That's funny, that's a cool reference. But I kept going, I'd see a fridge that looked like among us, I'd see an animated bag of chips that looked like among us, I'd see a hat that looked like among us. And every time I'd burst into an insane, breath deprived laugh staring at the image as the words AMOGUS ran through my head. It's torment, psychological torture, I am being conditioned to laugh maniacly any time I see an oval on a red object. I can't ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ live like this...