There Should Be A Small Button That Looks Like A Face By The Letters Where You Type Your Messages. Pressing

There should be a small button that looks like a face by the letters where you type your messages. Pressing that should allow you access to pictures you can put in your messages! It's a traditional means of communication on this platform/website, so people will definitely appreciate it if you use them while speaking! 😊

Personally I think you might find a lot of use out of this picture: 🥵

What with the heat and all. And perhaps other factors.

Right, let me see… 👁️👁️. Very good👍. There don’t seem to be many preacher symbols, lemme find em… 💃🏽 hell yea, drag nights

Hey mutuals, yes you, go harrass my new rp blog @galahad-rp-blog

Mod here. The term Ghostlahad has been living rent free in my head and I probably will begin using it to refer to him after dying from this point onwards. Galahad may hate it, but he’s not me, and I love ghostlahad :]

Yknow, I’m really glad there’s cell service and hot robots in hell. The fire and plasma sucks though

You know what I’m just gonna go ahead and say that the homeworld got nuked or an asteroid hit, take your pick.

nerd /aff /pos /platonic

You see, in Arthurian myth the fae/fairies are very prevalent, so this is exactly why in my filling of the gaps of High Noon Over Camelot and just making up lore where there is none through wild headcannons, I have added the fae onto the station.

It’s never explained what happened to the world outside of the station, so, I say the reason no one ever checked on the station was because a cataclysmic event happened which meant they were a little preoccupied. This might have been because of the General, who knows, but the point is, it left the homeworld scarred. In a last ditch effort to survive, the people used their technology to create a trace which would survive predicted conditions, with thick skin and a nictitating membrane to protect from coming dust storms, powerful wings to travel over the cracked and shattered landscape, a tail for balance against harsh winds, and large ears to hear incoming threats.

This new generation of genetically modified children did survive along with very few humans, and they rebuild society as best as they could, as well as kept safe the records of old. Now, when a group of these fae come across a working spaceship, they go out into the world, and stumble upon Fort Galfridian. They land and settle on the lower levels as their skin blocks out the brunt of the radiation, and they observe, staying largely out of sight from humans, but occasionally making trade deals, offering their knowledge and strange technology in return, but using trickery to gain more on their end of the bargain.

nerd /aff /pos /platonic

You see, in Arthurian myth the fae/fairies are very prevalent, so this is exactly why in my filling of the gaps of High Noon Over Camelot and just making up lore where there is none through wild headcannons, I have added the fae onto the station.

It’s never explained what happened to the world outside of the station, so, I say the reason no one ever checked on the station was because a cataclysmic event happened which meant they were a little preoccupied. This might have been because of the General, who knows, but the point is, it left the homeworld scarred. In a last ditch effort to survive, the people used their technology to create a trace which would survive predicted conditions, with thick skin and a nictitating membrane to protect from coming dust storms, powerful wings to travel over the cracked and shattered landscape, a tail for balance against harsh winds, and large ears to hear incoming threats.

This new generation of genetically modified children did survive along with very few humans, and they rebuild society as best as they could, as well as kept safe the records of old. Now, when a group of these fae come across a working spaceship, they go out into the world, and stumble upon Fort Galfridian. They land and settle on the lower levels as their skin blocks out the brunt of the radiation, and they observe, staying largely out of sight from humans, but occasionally making trade deals, offering their knowledge and strange technology in return, but using trickery to gain more on their end of the bargain.

Don’t you hate it when some dumb king named Cole unplugs your grandmas life support?