My rules? WHAT RULES! I DON'T DO RULES!
(Actually, on second thought, you flesh bags are a bunch of perverts and creeps so fine fine, lets set up some ground rules) If you don't know who I am, well you're in luck champ! I'm gonna tell you exactly who I am, your new OVERLORD OF THE UNIVERSE AND GOD!!HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!!! bUT you can call me Bill Cipher! Because that's my name you dummy! I'm currently trapped in therapy after some no-life-loser ruined my plan of liberating you all, so thank him for causing what's happening in the world right now. If it were me in charge, you'd all be partying like it's 1980-something and you just found out what psychedelics are!
So, now onto some ground rules for you puny mortal brains to follow; 1. Don't send me your weird fleshy human crotch bits, those are design flaws and I do not want them anywhere near me............Unless your name is Stanford 'Filbrick' Pines and you have six fingers, then you can. Fordsy I know you will find this somehow!! (No NSFW asks or RP requests unless we are mutuals and you are above the age of 20)
2. Be patient, I got like 20 minutes per day that I can access this barely working computer and Toothy isn't all that good at distracting the pigs, so if I don't pay you attention right away, maybe take a chill pill and go rest up in the solitary wellness void for a couple of hours. I'm sure that won't give you any more lasting trauma. (...idk how more obvious I can make this point, be patient as said. UPDATED: I will purposely not answer certain asks until certain things happen to keep up with the story me and Caine-writer are building on)
3. If you rat me out to the pigs running the Theraprism, I will make sure you are the first to die once I- Oh wait, I can actually see that you will die from a potato chip. Man, it's so embarrassing for you, you'll be laying all broken on the street after I run you over with my car and as you're dying the potato chip will get stuck in your bloody broken throat and it's gonna kill you! HAHAHAHAHA, WHAT A PATHETIC DEATH! Good thing you can avoid it by not telling big frilly about this all! (In case of this blog being deleted by Theraprism staff, follow my bunk 'buddy'. For some reason staff likes him way more than me...Monsters)
THAT'S ALL FOR NOW FOLKS! NOW COME OFFER ME YOUR MORTAL FLESH FOR THE OPPORTUNITY OF A LIFE TIME












