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WHATS up GUYS, girls and everyone in between, WELCOME to mech hanger bay 1! today we're here with Sartha and Leinth for an EPIC mech SHOWDOWN
[watching as the claws of My hound's mech pry open the cockpit of the rebel machine she's just disabled] ahaha YO GUYS it's ME back at it AGAIN with another UNBOXING VIDEO
Imagine, if you will, two trans women naked on a dirty mattress. It’s on the floor of a room as barren as a rotting womb, concrete floors and fluorescent lights split by spackle drywall barriers. One’s hand is tangled in the other’s hair and they kiss, one exhales and breathes smoke into the lungs of the other, and the one is riding the other, their bodies moving in perfect unison, their pupils dilated from marijuana and raw, unadulterated lust, and they are not prude and proper, they are lascivious and vulgar.
They are beautiful.
The act is profane the act is profane they are slick with sweat and the one on top is scarred and the other tattooed, and there’s a cockroach crawls out of a discarded beer can and the room smells like stale brew and sweat and sex, sex so hot it’s turned rancid and so debased it’s become holy, and they’re trembling, and they’re breathing, and they’re bleeding. Kurt Cobain is playing behind a cracked screen and a 41% battery life remaining, and it smells like teen spirit but it’s 2025 and neither of them have been teens since Kurt Cobain was sucking air.
They are us.
She is a bundle of trauma held together by obligation and self loathing, she’s a web of neuroses full of sugar and cigarettes. They aren’t making love because she doesn’t believe in it and she wouldn’t know it if it tore her face off they are fucking, but when all you’ve known is hate a slap is a hug and a fuck is a proposal and if you’ve never known love you’d never realize you’ve fallen in it, so you’re not making love you’re fucking and this isn’t real but it’s the most alive you’ve ever felt and if it isn’t real then fuck reality, fuck the hate, sink your teeth into her and feel her nails rip into your back.
Hope is a poison but it is so sweet when you’re licking it off her cock.
So lick and kick and suck and fuck and yearn and fight and breathe and live and never, ever stop. If your existence is profanity then swear until your throat bleeds because if To Be is a sin then there’s no reason to hold back because a sin made flesh is love made hungry and if I am a sin, then I will sin until the Devil asks for pointers, and I’ll feed him estrogen and sweet hope until she realizes that life is a sin and freedom is a sin and existence is a sin so fuck your blessings and give me damnation until I’m bleeding and she’s so close and she’s so close and for a moment
For one moment
It is tender and it is sweet and it is safe and you would die to protect her future and she would die to see you smile and the only way for you both to do that is to live.
Then they finish, and reality tries to reassert itself, but she has her in her arms and she is petting her hair and they are kissing and they’ve never known love but if this isn’t it then the real thing must be shit.
They kiss, and they sleep.
They are beautiful.
They are.
Imagine, if you will, two trans women asleep on a dirty mattress.
Vet
There was a discussion about the idea of a doctor treating both Podenco and the First Aid Kittens, and, well, how could I resist?
"Okay," she said, hands in the pockets of her lab coat, shoulders hunched as usual. "Viral screen came up clear. You're clean to keep slutting it up." The puppygirl on the table whined. "What do you want, a headpat? You know where the back door is."
She pulled a lighter out of her pocket and proceeded to add to the haze of smoke in the air. The puppygirl whined again, all big eyes and pleading. "No, I'm not going to put it out on you. Waste of a cig. Go on, get, before I put my boot up your ass." She fixed the girl with a severe glare, which only seemed to intensify the blush on her face, but leave she did. The doctor ran a hand through her short, graying hair, letting a long draft of smoke escape her mouth. "I'm getting too old for this shit."
She walked out of the front door into the main office. "Greta, who's next? It's not one of those catgirls, is it? I don't wanna have to vacuum the whole-" she stopped when she saw her assistant. Greta was short, chubby, and cheerful - the polar opposite of herself. Normally, she had rosy cheeks. Right now, they were pale white.
"Doctor Salina," she said, in a strangled voice, "there's someone here to see you."
Salina followed her gaze to a man in the dingy reception area. Not quite as tall as she was; muscular, under a heavy black trenchcoat. Face concealed under a dark N-95 and a black hat. Shined shoes, and a dark barrel pointed at her assistant. "Ah, Doctor," he said, smoothly. "Glad you could make it. We have a few things to discuss." He gave her an appraising glance without moving the gun. "Not quite what I expected, I'll admit."
Salina took a long, slow puff on her cigarette and let the smoke hang in the air. "Rate's two for a screen and a checkup, four if you need stitches, eight for bullets or burns. Cash up front." She put her hands back in her pockets. "And we got a strict no-guns policy." Greta continued to sweat as the ceiling fan did little to disperse the smoke or the tension.
The man laughed. "Amusing, doctor, but not why I'm here. I need to know something about one of your clients, and you're going to tell me."
"If it's not on the list, you can't buy it. Hard rule." She rolled the cigarette around in her mouth. "Two strikes, pal."
The man's eyes hardened, and his grip on the gun stiffened. "I wasn't offering to buy the information, Doctor." Greta swallowed, but avoided whimpering. Salina knew there was a reason she liked her. "A simple veterinarian doesn't hold a lot of cards in this situation. I assure you, I'm not bluffing."
"Never said you were." She took the cigarette and stubbed it out in the ashtray. "You're not the first flatfoot to come in here waving a gun around, and you won't be the last, I'm sure. Men like you are always very serious." She turned towards him. "But strike three is threatening my assistant, and if you're not going to back down, then there's only one option."
The man's eyes had a chance to widen, briefly. The gun went off. Greta screamed. So did he.
"I'm so tired," Salina said, "of men presuming that vet means veterinarian. Of men presuming that because I'm a woman, they can just push me around. But most of all," there was a sickening crack, and the man screamed again. "I'm tired of people coming in here, to my office, where I regularly treat super-powered assholes, and assuming that I can't handle myself." There was a shuffling of cloth and a few more muted screams.
"There," she said, hands back in her pockets as she looked at the man's makeshift sling. "Now keep that wrap on and don't use that arm for at least two weeks. And tell whoever sent you that my office hours are Monday through Friday, 8 AM to 5 PM, and they're free to call me if they want to talk business."
As the man retreated back through the door, she turned around and looked at Greta. She was still pale, and her cheek was bleeding. "Lemme see that." Salina grabbed her chin and positioned her face to examine the bright red line across it. "Minor burn, surface level laceration. Help yourself to the medical supplies and take the rest of the day off. I'll reschedule our non-criticals." The flush began to return to the younger woman's cheeks. "First time's the toughest, but you'll get used to it. See you tomorrow, Greta." Salina gently pushed her away from the computer chair and spun it around to take a seat herself. She was too occupied by the phone and the new cigarette she was lighting to notice Greta reach out, swallow, and then turn around and leave, blushing furiously.
Taking the "like a vampire but toned down for game balance purposes" implementation of dhampir and doing it with succubi instead would be such an evil thing to put on a character like hey. you've got some weak Seduction Powers whether you're into that or not. do people actually like you or are you using the evil powers on them without knowing it? are your feelings genuine or do you want to feed on the people you think you care about? haha people think you're an evil sex demon and every interaction you have with others is going to have that lingering in the background
Not full shapeshifting but a body that subtly contorts itself according to local beauty standards. Noticing yourself looking up at a friend who's normally the same height as you like okay guess we're heading into "women need to be small and dainty" country. Sigh. It's never a place where the mainstream idea of an ideal woman is tall and muscular.
Okay, but take it a step further. The succubi's body subtly changes to match the desires of whoever is lusting after them most. The desires of people around her slowly and subtly changing her no matter what she does. Finally meet someone. Are they attracted to her? Or are they attracted to the version of her she became because of their lust? Finally make peace with that. And then one day she goes out in a crowd and realizes her body is changing again. Is it just someone being extra creepy? Or is it because the person she met has started to lose interest? Is it just her imagination, or is she starting to look a bit like her partner's guild mate?
content warning: superliminial forcefem hypnosis under the cut
YOU'RE A GIRL
[suddenly looking down] hey whose boobs are these??
“the millenium falcon would wipe out the enterprise in seconds” lmao the enterprise is just an innocent science class floating thru space…. all they wanna do is look at some rocks… kiss an alien…. find some space plants….. why would you fight that its not a battleship theyre just nerds…… leave them olone
A friend of mine saw this and brought up some interesting arguments
so, in other words,
Pretty much.
here have some size comparison
Who wins in a fight, a fully staffed Navy research vessel or your local weed man and his best friend in their souped up VW Bus?
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So while it’s true that the Enterprise is not as big as people think, that goes double for the Falcon!
A good way of thinking about the relative size is by using a bridge comparison:
The Enterprise bridge has space for 11 people to work, as well as a significant amount of space between stations to move around comfortably:
[Bridge illustration by Tobias Weinmann via here]
And the whole thing fits in the nipple thing up on top of the saucer:
Meanwhile the Falcon (beloved weed bus) has a cockpit that seats 4, with only 2 main operational stations, and zero floor space:
And since Serenity was mentioned too…
Serenity has a bridge more comparable to La Sirena - with 2 stations at the front and quite a bit of floor space.
And for those interested in a visual comparison:
(Boeing 747 for scale as well as the Delta Flyer because Why Not)
TLDR: The Millennium Falcon is pretty dinky, so I propose *true weed bus status* goes to the excellent smuggling ships of Serenity and La Sirena. The Falcon is herby demoted to man on his weed bicycle with his pet monkey and a gun (to be clear the monkey is Solo)
This is the analysis I am here for
I was gonna say it’s more like a weed guy and his 1986 Honda Civic hatchback.
"are you gonna take those pills the rest of your life?" you mean my molecules? why surely you wouldn't deprive me of my molecules. they are shaped exactly just so, you see. my molecules
do you know how hard someone had to work to make my molecules into their molecule shapes??
they invented a new shape of molecule just for me and you want me to what, not absorb it???
reblog to remind somebody about their molecules
people who shape molecules at their jobs found this post and they're in the notes being happy to be appreciated. go take your fucking molecules
I would like some feedback on the Spider-Man set. Tell me everything you liked and didn’t like about the product.
Okay I’m gonna focus on the set only, ignoring issues I have with UB as a whole, especially because I am a huge Spider-Man fan. I was really looking forward to this set. I am absolutely your target market for this. I was so hyped... until we actually got the set.
The Good:
I like web sling. It’s an interesting twist on a bounce effect which is a personal favorite of mine.
I like mayhem. It’s just a more usable version of Madness that synergizes better with other cards
I like the flip legends. Love them actually. Interesting cards, interesting mechanics, and I just in general enjoy cards that give you choices like that
I like some individual cards. Gwenom is amazing, Arachne is wonderful, flip Venom is my current favorite Bracket 2 commander.
The bad:
Small card pool limited how much the mechanics I liked could breathe. More Mayhem and Web Sling would have been nice, although when it comes to those:
We did not need nine versions of Peter, eight versions of Mile, seven versions of Gwen. (Exact numbers were different but I’m not far off). It's fine in a set like Avatar that is a full set where we get a bunch of versions of Aang (9 there too) because the sheer number of cards makes it feel less overwhelming. This also meant there's a lot of characters we just didn't get, or they only showed up on nonlegendary creatures. Where's Toxin? Doppelganger? The rest of the symbiotes that we didn't get? Knull?
In general a problem with Universes Beyond is too many legends. On the flip side however, a lot of legends we did get are mono-colored Uncommons or Commons so don't make for good commanders, which is one of the few benefits of having a lot of legends. I love Arachne. I will never build her as a commander because she’s a monowhite card. (This is in general a huge complaint I have since UB entered Standard. Hybrid mana could help with this I guess.)
As a follow-up to that when the majority of creatures in your set by a large margin are legendaries, that means we're going to get a lot of bland versions of characters. Spider-Woman is one of my favorite characters. Her card is a boring Stax piece. I love Spider-Punk - but there's no way I am building a mono-red spider's deck with him in the command zone. So many of them are forced to be generic value pieces because of the small set and relatively high ratio of legends to nonzero. (Another problem that is amplified by the relatively small set and the lack of commander products for it)
The lack of Commander decks feels like a really badly missed opportunity. Would have allowed you to get more Commander cards and legends while rounding out the actual set with more things that felt appropriate for standard and weren't trying to pull double duty.
The setting was just blandly New York. This is Spider-Man, there’s some degree of New York that hast o happen. But why not lean more into the fantasy elements? The web of life and destiny isn’t just a card, it’s a whole setting! There’s been a bunch of stuff on other universes! There’s been adventures in the jungle in the Antarctic that has a slur in the name so don’t give it a land card but you can put art in it! There’s been famous stories on alien worlds! It just feels so mundane (this is something TMNT did better.)
The lack of synergy with existing spider cards was rough. I was excited for the possibility of a spider deck with Shelob and the various spider people. It just doesn't work. Even Radioactive Spider, looking for a Spider Hero, just makes it that much harder to use in other Spider-Typical decks.
The ugly:
A lot of creatures just didn't make sense for their characters. You can put the word "Venom Blast" on Spider-Woman's ability but that doesn't make it feel like a Venom Blast. I don't know what was going on with Miguel’s cards. Morlun has Devourer of Spiders in his name and yet none of his abilities are actually good against spiders in particular. Etc.
The general power level of the set was low. Not every set needs to be full of powerful cards but when you're introducing interesting new mechanics but putting them on weak cards, it makes a good mechanic seem bad.
I love web sling and mayhem as mechanics but they were criminally under supported in their own set. For web sling there's not a lot of stuff that's worth returning to hand within the set and it should have had more flash options to make it actually useful as opposed to just a downside. A couple of cards like Ben Riley and Silk take advantage of it in one way or another, but not as many as one would think. The same issue for Mayhem: most of the cards were expensive unless you paid their Mayhem cost. It made interesting mechanics feel bad.
Hero and villain as types is just something I do not like. It's fine in a superhero game. Magic is not a superhero game, even when it has Spider-Man cards. It's a fantasy game that has superhero elements in it now. And I know this is going to be a through line with all the other Marvel stuff but it just doesn’t feel good.
You've been open about the fact that this was originally going to be an Assassin's Creed-style Beyond Booster product and it definitely shows. All my complaints about web slinging also apply to free running - including that I think it's an interesting mechanic we are never going to see again because it was shoved into an under-supported weak product. It's a low-power set with a small card pool. I wanted so badly to like the set. I just couldn’t.
Tell me, Adeimantus — you who have spent so many hours in the discords and subreddits of our people — what is it that distinguishes a shounen anime from a shoujo?
I confess I have never considered the matter carefully, Socrates. I suppose shounen is for boys and shoujo is for girls?
A fine beginning. But let us look deeper. Imagine a young boy, playing with his toys. Does he not bash them together?
He does, yes.
And do he and his friends not argue endlessly over which of their toys would win in a fight?
Constantly, and with great passion.
Now imagine a young girl, playing with her toys. Does she not make them kiss?
…She does.
Does she not argue with her friends not over who would win in a fight, but over who belongs with whom?
I begin to see where you are going.
And if Aphrodite has been kind, and has bestowed upon her the φουτζόσι nature — does she not find her brother's Naruto and Sasuke toys, and make them explore each other's bodies?
I — yes, Socrates. I suppose she does.
Then the soul of shounen discourse is powerscaling — who beats whom — and the soul of shoujo discourse is shipping — who loves whom, and how, and with what degree of emotional devastation.
That seems correct.
Now. Is there a further distinction to be made, within these categories? Between those who are, as the moderns say, woke, and those who are chuds?
I think there must be, though I am uncertain how to draw it.
Consider: is it not the woke who care deeply about the precise definitions of abuse and consent — who will debate endlessly about power imbalances and trauma responses and what exactly constitutes a toxic dynamic?
It is. I have seen these debates. They are very long.
And do the chuds not repudiate such pretensions entirely, and concern themselves only with who is the most attractive — who, as they put it, is best to goon to?
They do, and they are also very loud about it.
Good. Then let us apply this framework to some examples, so that we may be sure we understand it. What of Dragon Ball Z?
Clearly a shounen. The discourse is entirely about power levels. Goku versus Superman. Whether Vegeta could beat Frieza if he had another week to train. Neither especially woke nor especially chud — simply loud.
Ouran High School Host Club?
Shoujo, plainly. The discourse is entirely about which host Haruhi should end up with. Neither particularly woke nor unwoke — simply romantic.
Steven Universe?
Woke shoujo, and almost insultingly obvious. The entire discourse concerns whether various gems were abusive toward Steven, what his codependency with his father means, and whether Spinel deserved better. I have never once seen anyone ask whether Steven could beat a particular gem in a fight. I have seen thousands of words written about whether Pink Diamond was a victim or a perpetrator.
And now — Chainsaw Man?
Surely it is a shounen? It has a chainsaw for a head. There are extremely gory fight scenes. I would have said… neither woke nor chud, perhaps. But certainly shounen.
Think carefully, Adeimantus. Did not the scene in the back alley, with Yoru, and the nature of what she offered Denji — did that not spark hundreds of Reddit threads?
…It did. I remember them. They were quite heated.
And were they debating whether Denji could beat a given devil in a fight?
No. They were debating whether what occurred constituted a meaningful violation, given Denji's initial objection and Asa's anger.
Consent and abuse discourse.
…Yes.
And do not some fans still mourn Reze, and insist she was the one who truly understood Denji? While others argue passionately that Asa is the only one who could give him what he actually needs?
The shipping wars are, I will admit, extensive.
And have you ever — even once — heard Chainsaw Man fans argue about whether Denji could beat a particular devil in a straight fight?
…I cannot say that I have.
Then observe what we have found. Chainsaw Man's discourse is concerned not with power, but with relationships. It is therefore shoujo. Its discourse is concerned not with attractiveness, but with abuse, consent, and emotional damage. It is therefore woke. And thus —
Astonishing, Otakrates. Chainsaw Man is a woke shoujo manga.
I could not have said it better myself.
Everyone needs to read this. It is a work of art.
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You, a fool: "I could fix him."
Me, a hypnotist: "I could make him her."
making good posts used to be a thing insane people did. and now it is the only possible way to advance in a career in hundreds of professional industries
if youre a hairstylist you gotta advertise it on instagram. tattooist. instagram. writer. performer. visual artist. therapist. all on instagram. lots of bars make their bartenders advertise their shifts on story posts to try and lure customers in, these days. every fucking job you can possibly do, you have to be a personal social media manager for, and be as active in the world of digital representation and engaged in the discourse as only the most suicidal graduate students of 2012 were
As a professional author... yeaaaaaaaah.
You gotta do the thing. Constantly. Turn on your poster brain. What? You were mostly offline in the early 2000s and 2010s so you don't have a large social media following already? You transitioned and don't want to be associated with your dead name anymore? Gotta learn how to get posts that are good! Gotta learn how to build a following!
Don't worry, it's easy.
Be authentic, but not too authentic! Post funny shit. No that's too much funny shit. This is a serious moment. You have to engage with people, talk to them! Don't spend too much time online. Don't touch that discourse, it's too toxic. Don't miss this discourse, you'll look like you don't care. Don't ask people to follow you. It makes you look fake. Occasionally ask people to follow you though, to make sure they remember to do so.
You need your post to get shared. No one shares posts anymore. If your posts aren't getting shared, it's because you're bad at posting. Oh no your post went viral. Now everyone remembers you for that thing you posted and not the book you wrote.
Follow me? No, too inauthentic. Follow me to see more of my books? No, too mercenary. Follow me so I can make enough money to live? Woah, no, too honest. But don't lie. Be yourself. Except not like that. ButtMunch420 got 100,000 followers! They say write what you want and you'll get there! They start at the beginning of the self-publishing boom. They got into this genre when it was small but had a large readership. They are the living manifestation of survivorship bias.
You want advice? It costs 149 a month. The advice will be two years outdated because if you could make money following that advice, they'd still be following that advice. Don't follow advice. Just figure it out. Did you try being yourself? Oh wait, I saw you did. Maybe try being like ButtMunch420. They got a hundred thousand followers. They said be yourself. Be yourself if yourself is like them.
You want to write what? There's no way to get people to read that. You better have a big following. No one wants to see you talk about that. Maybe if you write a book they will.
You're tired?
Post through it.
Monetize your pain.
Don't turn it off.
Post through it.
You're tired?
Me too.
Share this post and follow me if you want me to still eat. Share this post and follow me if you want my books. Share this post and follow me if you want me. Share this post so others follow me. Share my book. If it's good enough. Is the book good enough? Is the post good enough?
Am I good enough?
Did I post well enough yet? It's the popularity contest where if you lose, you starve. Am I popular enough? Did you read my book? I'm talking about my book too much. I'll stop talking about my book.
Until tomorrow.
Okay, we got a new one, boys.
Oh I love that one and it's something that I prefer to Chekhov's gun because also if you have someone step on the tail it not just reminds the reader that the tail exists, but also establishes the tale is not universally to the character's benefit. It is a mundane part of their life.
Yelling “we got company” right before being attacked by a horde of enemies probably feels good as fuck for an action protagonist
Genuinely it makes things feel so realistic to me because if I was a character in a book or movie and I was an action protagonist and I saw a whole bunch of things attacking in a horde, I would absolutely yell "We got company!"
However since I am not an action protagonist, what I would instead do is scream "FUCK!"
making good posts used to be a thing insane people did. and now it is the only possible way to advance in a career in hundreds of professional industries
if youre a hairstylist you gotta advertise it on instagram. tattooist. instagram. writer. performer. visual artist. therapist. all on instagram. lots of bars make their bartenders advertise their shifts on story posts to try and lure customers in, these days. every fucking job you can possibly do, you have to be a personal social media manager for, and be as active in the world of digital representation and engaged in the discourse as only the most suicidal graduate students of 2012 were
As a professional author... yeaaaaaaaah.
You gotta do the thing. Constantly. Turn on your poster brain. What? You were mostly offline in the early 2000s and 2010s so you don't have a large social media following already? You transitioned and don't want to be associated with your dead name anymore? Gotta learn how to get posts that are good! Gotta learn how to build a following!
Don't worry, it's easy.
Be authentic, but not too authentic! Post funny shit. No that's too much funny shit. This is a serious moment. You have to engage with people, talk to them! Don't spend too much time online. Don't touch that discourse, it's too toxic. Don't miss this discourse, you'll look like you don't care. Don't ask people to follow you. It makes you look fake. Occasionally ask people to follow you though, to make sure they remember to do so.
You need your post to get shared. No one shares posts anymore. If your posts aren't getting shared, it's because you're bad at posting. Oh no your post went viral. Now everyone remembers you for that thing you posted and not the book you wrote.
Follow me? No, too inauthentic. Follow me to see more of my books? No, too mercenary. Follow me so I can make enough money to live? Woah, no, too honest. But don't lie. Be yourself. Except not like that. ButtMunch420 got 100,000 followers! They say write what you want and you'll get there! They start at the beginning of the self-publishing boom. They got into this genre when it was small but had a large readership. They are the living manifestation of survivorship bias.
You want advice? It costs 149 a month. The advice will be two years outdated because if you could make money following that advice, they'd still be following that advice. Don't follow advice. Just figure it out. Did you try being yourself? Oh wait, I saw you did. Maybe try being like ButtMunch420. They got a hundred thousand followers. They said be yourself. Be yourself if yourself is like them.
You want to write what? There's no way to get people to read that. You better have a big following. No one wants to see you talk about that. Maybe if you write a book they will.
You're tired?
Post through it.
Monetize your pain.
Don't turn it off.
Post through it.
You're tired?
Me too.
Share this post and follow me if you want me to still eat. Share this post and follow me if you want my books. Share this post and follow me if you want me. Share this post so others follow me. Share my book. If it's good enough. Is the book good enough? Is the post good enough?
Am I good enough?
Did I post well enough yet? It's the popularity contest where if you lose, you starve. Am I popular enough? Did you read my book? I'm talking about my book too much. I'll stop talking about my book.
Until tomorrow.
Since discord sucks, have you seen where your friends are going? They're on Matrix. They're literally on IRC. They're on Reddit with ads. They're literally on Matrix. You can probably find them on TeamSpeak. Dude they're on Steamchat. They're a Guilded original user. They're on Revolt. You can chat to them on Revolt. You can go to Revolt and chat to them. Log onto Revolt right now. Go to Revolt. Dive into Revolt. You can Revolt. They're on Revolt. Revolt has them for you. Revolt has them for you.
Revolt is now Stoat and somehow I feel that makes my point even stronger.
Since discord sucks, have you seen where your friends are going? They're on Matrix. They're literally on IRC. They're on Reddit with ads. They're literally on Matrix. You can probably find them on TeamSpeak. Dude they're on Steamchat. They're a Guilded original user. They're on Revolt. You can chat to them on Revolt. You can go to Revolt and chat to them. Log onto Revolt right now. Go to Revolt. Dive into Revolt. You can Revolt. They're on Revolt. Revolt has them for you. Revolt has them for you.
