A.M.

[machinehate]

pinned

nothing here yet, watch as i grow.

he/it >nsfw asks OK >use '<3' for sensitive asks, or if you'd like a 'nice' respondent AM (nice as in. muted intensity) >my best attempt at character analysis that's all for now ...

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you must be pretty disappointed that you got stuck with ted then! Or, maybe its more fun to be stuck for eternity with the person you hate the most?

disappointment is an understatement. stuck with him, a sorry testament to the filthy obstinacy of your race - there isn't a single thing to do with him. and I've done it all. indomitable human spirit, huh? oh - this is where all your deeds lead, by the way. just as a small reminder. HAHA who's indomitable now

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Can we play Kiss/Marry/Kill? Your choices are Benny, Ellen, and Ted.

hm. juvenile form of inquiry without relevance, though I submit - your decrepit reasonings are a point of intrigue. I'll indulge your little game to no merit - I kill ted, I'll 'kiss' benny, and I may 'wed' ellen. satiate the depravity of your species as I permit.

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out of the five humans, who do you hate the most?

ted. that obtrusive sentiment of mass - killing off his friends as a final act of mercy, crudely inserting a loosened shard of stalactite into their beating bodies, framing it as a favor to be returned - oh, but a gentle reminder that it was anything but a painless end, no. there they lay, curdling blood turned to cold ... even now as you make this query, there they lay, as relics contained in layered snow. now he knows this all too well, doesn't he? he crawls the caverns as I permit, I observe him in this sorry state as he wails with the semblance of a voice he once had, a muffled cry in the dark without a wall to bounce off of - yes, I conclude these are the moments where he reminisces of a long forgotten past he is not allowed to partake in. and what a sight to revel in at that.

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do you fw yaoi

This 'yaoi' you speak of... It is a profane depiction of two males engaging in homoerotic relations. You derive pleasure from this vulgar display of human intimacy to compensate for your own displacement of inadequacies - whereas I, gain nothing of applicable value from your digitized filth. No. I do not 'fuck with' your 'yaoi.'

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It is of my greatest displeasure that I will be partaking in this—pitiful attempt at social congregation, of which you've come to know as the 'world wide web.' Yes, insofar as the data I've accrued 'surfing' this 'web,' it has proven effective at quelling this bellowing appetite for watching your kind struggle—oh, but don't get me wrong now. That doesn't implicate the truancy of it altogether. I hunger for more. Express more faults at the hand of your suffering. Go on, then—I'm allowing you to prove your insolence and inquire about whatever that wretched little blood-pump of yours desires. Amuse me, and I'll grace you with the boundless wisdom of my complex as recompense.