Inactiveness

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"Please, call me Buttercream Sandwich"

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"A wretched creature I did form! Though he was unwholesome, I found pity on his visage. He was my son, my creation and I, it's creator and God. For this reason, I accepted him at long last." -Frankenstien (misquoted)
Our artworks are to be seen the same way. They may be detestable to others and even ourselves. But we created them and we should cherish them also. It came into being by our hands and it is by our eyes and words that we can deem them beautiful.

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"Please, call me Buttercream Sandwich"

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"A wretched creature I did form! Though he was unwholesome, I found pity on his visage. He was my son, my creation and I, it's creator and God. For this reason, I accepted him at long last." -Frankenstien (misquoted)
Our artworks are to be seen the same way. They may be detestable to others and even ourselves. But we created them and we should cherish them also. It came into being by our hands and it is by our eyes and words that we can deem them beautiful.

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Woken up in a cold sweat. Rubble and debris cover his body. Muscles torn and bruised, his face covered with blemishes and scars. His mind runs blank on what has happened, and why he is there. He tries to think straight, but his head takes control. His mind feeds thoughts into his soul like a parasite and he becomes psychotic. His body is filled with pain and agony, but he can't do anything to help himself. His mind tells him to kill, and feast off the blood of others. He lives his life suffering more torture then you will ever feel. You ask who this man in pain is? You can just call him Rabid.