#l3n0r3

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ok i’m not a voice actor and i’m bad at it but i wanted to test how i feel L3N0R3 would sound like when it speaks hhhhh (ya boi’s voice is much higher than he’d want but he wanted to use it to his advantage lol)

i recorded my voice into garageband and distorted and pitched it until i was decently pleased with the result

i’m a bit embarrassed to post this (like my face is literally red) but i hope you enjoy this horrendous machine <:^) i tried

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In my makeshift bed I lie,

I am feeling waxy and weak and weary.

However as I finally shut mine eye,

My senses awaken some, so chilling and eerie.

Something almost musical, melodic, yet dissonant and distant;

Turn my head towards the door I listen and catch a glimpse of some being nonexistent;

Thou art certainly persistent, but I am inadvertently resistant;

Oh, dreadful Demon of Distortion!

With features so wretched and reminiscent of contortion,

Perceive me no longer and get thee gone from my door!

May those tiny prying eyes of terror watch me no more!

//WARNING!! unsettling video ahead, may be disturbing to some viewers, please check tags! //

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Entry 2. She is following.

That accursed shrink is following me again… Her name is L3N0R3. The visage on her screen was once that of a beautiful and radiant Mudokon woman… And it is a rather distasteful resourceful use of a deceased queen.

When I displease L3N0R3 her features distort and melt together until she is barely recognisable as a Mudokon imitation. I am not sure if she does this on purpose, but, it does make my skin crawl… Oh, how I wish she was gone!

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For the r̴̲̥͎̩̬̋̿̆̈́̒̀͆̉͛̋̍̓̽̕͠ͅȁ̷̮̬̤̾̓͋̋̓͌͠͠r̸̛̗͕̭͈̂̈́͂̓̒͊̈́̂̚ͅḙ̴̝͙͇̝͔͓͋̐͆̍̔̀̊̔̈́͂͝ and r̴̡̢̛͎̼̫̝͇̣͓̲̖̬͉̭̠̽̓̽͐̐͌̆̐̀͗̇̄͘͘a̶̧̰͇̫̠̭̩̎̾̔̎͌̾̎̔̈͐̄̒̿͘͘d̷̳́̿͆̈͆͗̉̒͗͆̌͝͝i̷̲̯̱͎͍̻̳͕͇̳͎̾̎̀̎ͅą̸̧͇̱͍̟̮͙̙͋̒͠ͅn̴̛̛̼͇̻̰̙̤̄̓̓̊̌̈́̍̈̈́̌͌̕͝t̶̥̣̭̺͔͉̘̋̆̃̚ maiden whom the angels name L̸͉̖̣̦̗͍̹̠̼͇̤͇͚̽̏̆̆̋͛̋̒3̷̡͈̳̣͎̺̲̽̈͆̍̐̚͘͜͠͠͝N̸͍̺̈͜ͅ0̶̨̧͖̺̺̘̮̘̲̟̻͈͉͒̿̆̓̀͗̈̆́̐̃͠R̶̲͙̩̮̜͇͈͛͆̎ͅ3̵̞̗̬̥̲̜͙̎̊̂̅͊̅̏̀̿̐̕͜͝,

Nameless here for e̶̛̲͓̭͈̞̮͙̺̼͔͇̣̒̒̑̇̈́͛͌͛̿́͘̚v̷̧̛͙͈̯̜̉̂͋͂͛e̸̗̹̝̲̖̙̲̻̊́̑̓̓̐̈͂͝r̸͍̿͋̇́̒m̴̳͚̎̈͆̚o̶̙̞͉͈̝̝̠̪̘͋̓̓̑̂͆̄̂̏͋̊̇ͅͅr̵͔͛͝͝e̸̤͙̟̻͓̼̝͕̳͉͗̃̆̊̎̐͒̉͗͘͝͝͠͠.

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Entry 4. No Reception.

The signal is jammed, is it my fault? Sir Howard has been expecting a highly important call, but it has not come through. Is this my doing?

If so… I fear that I am in rather deep trouble. Currently I am within the winding depths of the manor disposing of the leftovers; a moment alone. It would take them a while to get to me lest they deploy L3N0R3, who can slither and writhe through the corridors at incredible speeds.

The stench is nauseating, but one cannot complain too much.

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Entry 9. Implant.

This peculiar implant in the nape of my neck has altered my daily life. Objects in my radius lift up no longer, and instead are stationary as they should be, always. One may say that this is a blessing, yet I feel more impotent without this aspect of myself. Instead of the energy releasing, it culminates within, and it is not at all pleasant.

It is not an easy task to see the back of my neck as you would expect, but the suppressor implant is most definitely visible. L3N0R3 attempts to convince me that I am “more handsome” with it in… Oh I hope it is not too hideous!

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