"You ate my muffin? Then Ḯ̷̢̗̔͘'̶̡̟̱̝̯̌͐̂̚͠ͅĹ̸̨͖̭L̸̺̃̇͋̊͒̉͝ ̵͚̦̑̏̈́̓̀̋Ḙ̴̢̨͇̻̺̣̌͛Ă̴͙̭̻̞̪̄T̵̡̹̜̰̯̝̫̩̈́̌̄̈̅͊̐̈́ ̵͉̜̽̃̃Y̸͇̊͛͗Õ̴̲͗͝Ù̶̺̟͎͛R̴̻͉͓͎̖̜̜̈́ ̵͕̳͚̱̻͋͜ͅF̶̡̡̢͙̣̫̝̬̒̊͋͂̽̿A̵̫̞͓̜͆̈̽́͊̀̒ͅC̶̗͉̰͈̦̠̬̀͋̈̉̕Ę̴̢͇͇̻̉̑̽͗͛ͅ.̴̤͈͚͚̺̬̈͌̽
I mean, hey, if my counterpart got a mountain's worth of memes and attention in the past year while I got diddly squat in comparison, I'd be pretty depressed too.
You'd betray Ranni for a figment of your imagination? Not even the real thing, but some neuron misfire? Jeez, you're messed up.
Spending one thousand years with a cold, frigid doll, or becoming the master of my own reality? Of course I'll become the master of my own reality and create my own waifu, tailored to my tastes. One I could spend one thousand years spanking daily and still be ready to go for two thousand years more! Having fun playing with your cold Barbie doll who has no butt.
Spending one thousand years with a cold, frigid doll, or becoming the master of my own reality? Of course I'll become the master of my own reality and create my own waifu, tailored to my tastes. One I could spend one thousand years spanking daily and still be ready to go for two thousand years more! Having fun playing with your cold Barbie doll who has no butt.
I'll just have Ranni posses the mimic tear and boom - thousand years of freedom with my four-armed goddess. Meanwhile you're curled up in a corner, maidenless and locked up in your own mind.
jokes on yall, i had a voice in my head that called me stud muffin. then my adoptive father told me to take the meds, and i ended burning the galaxy- let the last sinders burn- fullfill my mission- ...i dont know what's a Ranni-? huh?
