Grand Exceptionalism

I don't care anymore. I'm going to post 10 minute writing Slop. We ball.

Are you sh*ting me. They deleted all my fking drafts.

I HAVE COOKED SOMETHING EXQUISITE. GONNA DO THE FINAL TOUCHES AND POST IT LATER THIS WEEK.

I should write something for once

Hello do you roleplay?

Wattpad disabling private messaging on May 6th makes it so that there's literally no reason to use this app over Archive of Our Own.
          
          Its been a nice 10 years.

After stand proud opened up his domain he said “are you you are strong because you are I am you or are you the one who left it all behind. And his overwhelming intensity? Because with this treasure I summon".
          
          The fingerer simply said
          
          "nah, I would win".

"I want mommy, I want milk, I want to be held, I want to be comforted. And if you do not do all these things. I will ruin your life." -  Based and Redpilled man

Twas the night before Christmas when all through Chaldea, not a servant was stirring not even Astrea. Astolfo's all hung with a monster can here, his stockings of course you've nothing to fear. The servants all nestled all safe in their beds - all except Boudica she's baking you bread. Da Vinci in dreamland and Holmes in his study while Goredolf sneaks for cookies and honey. When in the hallway arose such a clamor. Like Muramasa forging with his trusty hammer. Away to the doorway I flew like Ryouma; with Karna beside me in case its Arjuna. Not casters relaxing after many a foe or Skadi all nestled in a castle of snow. But what do my wondering eyes should appear but a Rider all drunk off ten pints of beer. While most are do-gooders no problems or tricks some servants are trouble and some are just dicks. With so many servants of which we could blame, the culprits deserve to be outed by name:
          
          Now Shuten! Now Nero! Now Kama and Jalter! On Merlin! on Ishtar! On BB and Salter!
          
          To the top of the menu! to the shop go you all! 
          Now rare prisms! Now rare prisms! Rare prisms all!
          But mash gave a holler, a yell and a whistle;
          
          we need them all here to be Chen Gong missiles!"
          as they fly through the air, they shout on their flight,
          
          "Happy christmas to all, and to all a good night!"

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