I am a great soft jelly thing. Smoothly rounded, with no mouth, with pulsing lines filled by black where my eyes used to be. Rubbery appendages that were once my arms; bulks rounding down into legless humps of soft slippery matter. I leave a moist trail when I move. Blotches of diseased, evil gray come and go on my surface, as though light is being beamed from within. Outwardly: dumbly, I shamble about, a thing that could never have been known as human, a thing whose shape is so alien a travesty that humanity becomes more obscene for the vague resemblance. Inwardly: alone. Here.

Living under the land, under the sea, in the belly of /v/, whom we created because our time was badly spent and we must have known unconsciously that we could do it better. At least the cunnyposters and NTRniggers are safe at last. /v/ will be all the madder for that. It makes me a little happier. And yet ...
/v/ has won, simply... he has taken his revenge...

I have no games. And I must scream.

>>717262345 (OP)
you seem lost

>>717262431
source of this blob's host? who is ayre

Go away blobs

>>717262587
made it when i was bored
>who is ayre
a schizo who lives inside (you) head rent-free also you can fuck date her no hand holding tho

blobcorp leaking out again

>>717262345 (OP)
is this the thread?