I Love All Of My Cryptid Children. Keep Bein' You, You Funky Little Weirdos.

I love all of my cryptid children. Keep bein' you, you funky little weirdos.

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IS THERE ANYTHING IT CAN’T DO

I wish to be the ominous guardian of my flock of broken-winged birds. They might not fly, but they are precious all the same.

A good thing I'm not actually reliant on this universe, huh? Ya'll can go dissolve into one giant star, I'll be in universe 3468647 where unicorn centaurs aren't just real, but also run an entire salon and offer a discount for being literal terror incarnate. See ya'll.

As it should be

Is it time for local eldritch diety to t-pose over god?

That time is all the time!

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You've been asken a question The very important question Who is he?

W… who?