My brainrot is far too advanced to be treated, and far too divine to be stopped.

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My brainrot is far too advanced to be treated, and far too divine to be stopped.
It’s not alcoholism it’s proper worship of the Scarlet Rot.
This was originally a text pose, but it was so funny I made a comic before the queued post went live.
Rot rot rot rot rot rot rot rot
Taking Romina, Saint of the Bud to see Iron Lung
“This man,” she says, “He is, as you say—“
I nod, “Internet famous, a content creator”
She shakes her head, “No, the character. He is a wet little meow meow”
A tear forms in my eye, “I’m so proud of you,” I tell her
Let’s be clear here
The rot of a person and the rot of an institution are two fundamentally different things
To rot as a person is a sign to make adjustments. It is a sign that change and transformation is necessary. And often it’s a sign that the change is coming, so be kind to yourself when you feel as though you are rotting
Rot in an institution, however, is a sign that it has stopped serving the people and ideals it was meant to stand for, and often something drastic must be done to right the course
Playing Dark Souls 1
Romina, Saint of the Bud drops down from the ceiling, her polearm poised at my throat
“WHO’S THAT BITCH”
I stammer, and point at Quelaag, “SHE MEANS NOTHING TO ME, I SWEAR”
I hit Quelaag with my sword. She moans, and Romina narrows her eyes
I walk into the bathroom
Romina, Saint of the Bud, has filled the tub with Scarlet Rot and is soaking in it
“What are you doing?”
She rolls her eyes, “It’s called self care” she takes a sip of a suspiciously scarlet glass of wine