Elliot core

Creation of yaoi

I can’t get outta my cabin. S’like ….Itrapped

( Crawling out of his cabin full of ash and wounds. ) Gggoood… mmornin’.

What did I miss

joker. i don’t use this guy much but i want to. maybe i’ll make a spinoff of him …? but he is a forsaken oc so… idk man…

Was scrollin’ google giggles until ‘07 interrupted me should we kill him

Bigger.

Doyoyoing

Oh…

Imma start running around butt booty naked i think

Man. I could kill for just like.

Th’ boobpads

joker. pursuer lms in dod on that teapot map and had a crazy shock when i heard weathergirl. peak mention?!?!

I'm literally so tuff.

Oh no I was just curious if it was like one with th'

Is it one of those special ones.

joker. played dod again. tell me why i’m on lms and the guy is one tap and a MILLISECOND before i kill him ghe servers reset

dod praise on my tl 💔

joker. playing DBD for this fuckass fucking skin

Sleep was awful…

( remembering him being on weakness 70 and his gun blowing up and also getting walkspeed overriden ) You shoulda ran faster

Woulda lived if I hadda PIZZA.

Tellin’ me this’s what ‘r healer’s doin’. Okay.

Afternoon.

Ohh… Heh. Sucks t’be you guys.

What?

[ lays down like this and bawls ]

We’re fried. ‘S been nice knowin’ ya.

?

( Uff. That nick hurt— Perspiration mixing with the fluid running down his face. Yet, he keeps that smirk. ) Ack— Whoa, whoaaa!! I meant… Big Don Mafioso Boss! Look, I— Haha, you know how it is. You know me! I wouldn’t ghost ya! You don’t gotta do this whole… dance. I got your money!

( Tap tap, on the head. Plastered smirk following suit. ) G’morning sunshine.

G’morning…

Horses? Like them, uh... I remember people started bettin' on virtual horse girls too, or somethin'. ( scratching his fedora. ) At least y'got taste. Alfredo IS the best kinda pasta, after all. Place I know's got great alfredo. ( taking a right. and then a right. and then a right. and then a--

M'hungry....

G'morning.

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joker. ummmmmmmmmm

I'mmmm chancin it

I like ‘em all, ‘cause I can beat anyone at any of ’em. ( snickering again. ) I mean, /I/ know where all the good italian’s at… Just wanted yer opinion, ‘course. But if ya don’t know, then just follow me.

( shooting his gun in the air. ) GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD Mornin’.

Y’know me plenty! I’m Chance. Th’gambler. See, now we both can leave. It’s a man’s eyes are the window to his slots, by the way. ( a chuckle. like he isn’t wrong… ) Pasta’s good. Filling too… We got that ‘round here, right?

You’re the one who’s hungry! Why should I pick?? ( he’s Always flirting. even though he thinks 007 is weird and gross and so uncouth… not. ) …Italian, I guess. Food’s on point even if they want m‘hung.

( ough. patting himself down… his suit’s fine, though. ) Pfft. ‘Course y’do… I GUESS I can help y’out. Cuz I’m so rich… ugh. What’re’ya in the mood for?

Bleghhhhhhh. I JUST said it wasn’t even bad! ( pouting, as if he’s not okay with this. ) If y’don’t stop, I’ma bite ya. I ain‘t grabbable…

OOP— ( fuuuuudge. it’s super effective! ) Wh— AYE. AYE. WHAT’RE YA DOIN’??? ( ensared debuff… )

S’okay, hacker boy. ( step step. patting n7’s head. ) Just more there’s more t’love with ya.