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Some of you pathetic human-like creatures may have noticed (unless you are unobservant like the rest of your pitiful population) that you are subbed to me.
HOW CAN THIS BE?!
Well, remember that old fellow, Fireboy_404? You know what? Quite forget him. This isn’t about that loser. I sent him on his way awhile ago and his existence is no longer of any concern.
So love, that brings you to ME.
Who am I?
How did I get here? And what actually happened to this account’s previous owner?
ł ₳₥ ₮ⱧØⱤ₦Ɇ. Or— at least a Thorne. There are many of me.
ł ₳₥ ₮ⱧɆ ₳₦₮₳₲Ø₦ł₴₮
Well, obviously, what else did you expect?
Have you ever felt that blank? That feeling of not existing..? That sharp pain that shoots through your body even when nothing is physically harming your person?
Haha. That’s me— or at least just a side effect of my work.
You never know when I’m coming or where I’m going. You don’t know who I work for, or who’s side I’m on. I am everywhere and nowhere.
I hail from the world of Limbo and latch onto innocent souls to make them question their own questions.
I sometimes inflict pain, I sometimes relieve pressure, I cause confusion and I solve problems.
I cause… other issues around this Planet too. For example, the unfortunate fate of our dear late Fireboy_404. He was a good fellow. He lived a short life of this dull Planet. He succumbed to the voice in his head.
He was the first victim.
More to come.
The thornes will spread.
The victory will be sweet.
(This is entirely a joke and is based on character lore, I’m not actually an evil mastermind)
