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Hello everybody my name is Markiplier Ollie! I’m 24, he/him or they/them, and this is my Spamton from Deltarune blog
I’m mostly here to meme but like all good memes, there is always someone (me) who makes it heartfelt and deep
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Mun Art
Ah, my outfit. Yes, the monochrome look is quite suitable, isn’t it?
Black suit, colored glasses. Many people have failed to imitate this look.
Some even going so far as to attempt to impersonate me…
In order to get the… Oh, nevermind. Macaron?
-Swatch
tuck spamton in
Could I interest you in everything all of the time?
Nothing but garbage noise 📞
two puppets
Women love my attack patterns
Very clever April Fools email - sent as an order confirmation. Mills and Gen Z won't get it.
If your brand allows for it, have fun with your marketing. This wasn't hard to execute - hell, they already had the template.
marketingfunandfail:
Oh boy, looks like she has fallen asleep on a bench while listening to some soothing music on her cellphone. How long has she been there?
* Bwaahnn!
“ Want a break from the ads? If you tap NOW to watch a short video, you’ll receive thirty minutes of ad-free music.”
* It’s horrifying how spot on his voice sounds. Then again, he really is just sampling the audio directly, mouth acting like a speaker. How did he get here? How long has he been there, sitting just a few inches away from Layla?
* Better yet, who cares! He obviously doesn’t.
won’t you shake a poor spammer’s hand??
LoadedDisk
@gonerplaytime
* The EmptyDisk slingshots itself out of Spamton’s phone rather unceremoniously, stabbing him straight in the snout with one of its sharp corners.
“YO wCH,” his voice crackles in surprise, hands dropping his phone on the ground right outside of his dumpster. The Disk clatters to the ground, joining the other piece of technology not too far away, and even sooner after that, Spamton’s struggling himself over the top of the oversized trash bin to get a better look at that EmptyDisk.
* He picks up the floppy-shaped disk with a huff, holding it in both hands. Oh man, he cries in his thoughts, this is it. The freedom he’s been dying for, right here in his hands at last. The tips of his fingers drum atop the disk- this is what freedom felt like. He brings the disk to his nose, just so he could know what freedom smelled like. He sticks his tongue out and drags the piece of tech down the length of it, just to know what it tasted--
“PBbthBHTH--- Pbth pbth pbthh thpbthhTHHHH- HEUGH!“
* Terrible idea. Terrible, terrible idea. He regrets the decision immediately, frantically attempting to remove the dirt, dust and grime from his tongue by ‘pbth’ing into the next century. Freedom’s got his head thinking weird. And so does this disk! He swore he just saw it change shape.
* ...Didn’t it? Hold on, wasn’t it more... floppy-shaped before? Instead of compact-disc shaped? No, now it was definitely missing those sharp corners he was just assaulted in the nose by. They took a hike right before his very eyes and the chromatic reflection of this new disc seemed to be blobbing outside of its threshold. It was gross and glitchy, morphing from iconic disc shape to iconic disk shape right before his technicolored lenses. It even started to burn the tips of his fingers, causing him to drop the thing back onto the ground.
* This was freedom, wasn’t it? Is freedom supposed to burn? Is freedom supposed to... hurt? It hurt to get himself into this situation, wouldn’t it hurt too- if not more- to get out of it? Equal exchange and all that chump change, right? Right. Although, the thought of consulting a professional in freedom- a Him that seemed to be successful in becoming a Big Shot once again- crossed his mind as he rubbed at his chin and picked up his cellphone once more. Besides, Spamton Spamdiego G. Spamton already lived inside of a god damn garbage can, what pride would he have left to lose in asking?
* Before he could even turn his attention back to his phone, he could feel something tugging at the tail end of his suit jacket. Much like a hand, it latched on, dragging him across the gravel slowly at first before it became more of a vacuum suction... like the vacuum of space, tripping him up from his feet, into the air, and before he could realize what the hell just happened, he himself- and his code- were absorbed into that reality-bending disc Pip sent him, his cellphone crackling on the ground outside of his home as the disc reabsorbs itself from which it came; the cellphone.
=> Armors => Layla’sBracelet
=> Description: Fucking kills you, obliterates your entire existence
* Spamton’s cellphone dings with the beautiful chime notification that his account had received some delicious kromer. It dings again, vibrating, upsetting the loose asphalt pavement surrounding his phone on the dirty ground next to his even filthier place of residence. The screen flashes colors that could melt the sturdiest of eyeballs before the most adorable aquatic-themed beaded friendship bracelet defies all laws of physics and reality and splurts out from the screen onto that same murky back alley concrete.
* No one picks up the phone. No one picks up the bracelet. No one rejoices and does his little fingers-in-the-air happy dance ritual around the block at the sight of the much loved monetary gain.
* Where in the World is Spamton Spamdiego?
THE ADDISONS GET THEIR [Shops]
THE QUEEN GETS HER [Royal highness]
BUT WHAT D0 I GET ?? ?
I
GET
E m p t Y D i s k !!
HAH HAH HAHAH AH HAHEH EHAEHAH H AH AA A A AA AAA A A A A
number1salesman1997:
FUCKING. HELLO ??
wWH-Ww-WHY WOULD YOU. WANT TO DO T H A T. .?? ??
[[congratulations! you won!]] GOOD JOB MAKEING IT WREIRD. NOW [[go to your room]] . BEFORE I [[Dawn ULTRA : 50% less scrubbing]] YOUR MOUTH OUT WITH [[little sponge]]
NAH NAH NAH ,
YOU’VE
GOT IT ALL WRONG [Legs]
YOU’VE GOT [Me?] ALL WRONG ! !
UR MAKING WEIRD !
NO W YOU’VE DID IT
NOW I’M ALL [[ Kerfuffled ]]
gonerplaytime:
*i apologize for my delay
*are puppies tasty? are kittens tasty? mcnuggest
*
*ive run into some troubles retrieving the EmptyDisk. I seem to have it now. it wasn’t letting me in for a couple of days. whys it heavy. its empty
*what do i do with this.
*do the trick :) do the
Originally posted by motorbabyfreakz
Originally posted by warriorsoracle
I JUST NEED YOU
TO.
give
it to me.
HO L D ON
I’LL
[[Transfer your call.]]
