Spent the past week making 🐡
<3 <3 <3!
it's been a while since I posted pics of myself
The Manticore, 2
from Enemy004
with regards to entities discovered in Enemy001, and Enemy003
Ghost*Fruits//Enemy
2021&2
"In the moment of crisis, the wise build bridges and the foolish build dams." -Nigeran proverb-
Description This plugin allows players to interact with each other by leaving messages in gameworld. These messages will appear in the playthrough of other players and you also will see what they wrote.
Rules BB community is created to communicate genuinely and have fun hanging out. Please do not bring real life issues into it.
When writing your own messages please follow guidelines below: -Do not organise or participate in hate of speech; -Do not post yours or someone elses personal information; -Do not discuss IRL politics. -Don't be mean to other people(but joking around is fine).
Ignoring these guidelines might get you banned from posting messages to BB forever. If you see a message which breaks rules above feel free to use "Report message" button.
Hanging out on plinths
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Her ears in the little space helmet getting all folded up! Smooosh
…cosmonaut and pride of the Lapine. she rides an experimental rocket to seek the other colonies established hundreds of years in the past by an almost forgotten generation ship…
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Merry Christmas to the iceberg that’s gonna crush our LN2 pipework over the holiday! 🎄🎄❄️🥶💀
Finest thinker and soap maker of our generation (post fight club)
Novosibirsk is beautiful in autumn. I am enjoying an iced chai in my "winter palace" in Leninsky. My ancestral thirst for blood is calmed, soothed, and slumbering. I am an awe-inspiring, lethargic, and teleological woman. I am tightened, rejuvenated, and heated thoroughly through the center. Every day is a new opportunity, and you have to forget that.
I'm hoping to use this account to educate westerners on correct thought when it comes to the USSR and international socialism. My mother taught me well the truth about communism and Putin's nationalistic chauvinism. She passed down secrets to me that her mother passed down to her that she received from the great feminist who I was named after. Through these secrets, I am able to channel spirits who can show me economic data and historical information unavailable to philosophers, historians, or economics who analyze history from a kulakpilled state of mind. The historical materialism I am capable of is impossible for others to understand.
The truth is this: Anastasia Nikolaevna escaped the Bolsheviks. She survived. She did not escape unscathed and some of her DNA did get buried with the other Romanov children in those mines outside Sverdlovsk. That is how they "found" her "corpse" but that was only a part of her body. She took on the name Ilya Levovich and disguised herself as a boy. She joined the Komsomol in order to hide in plain sight, but it was in the Komsomol that she was informed, reformed, redeemed, and resurrected. She became "woke." She came to be one of the strongest advocates for communism in all of the USSR. She fell in love with my great grandfather, a bisexual short king if there ever was one. He loved her as a man and as a woman. She raised my grandmother on Simone de Beauvoir, Rosemary Hennessy, and Eva Kolstad and my grandmother did the same for me. My family does not associate with the fascist bourgeois royals in the Patriarchal Romanov Family Association. We have left behind our royal heritage and embraced the proletariat as our international family.
I do not attend royal banquets and weddings and funerals or engage in petty discourse about who is and is not a legitimate successor to an illegitimate throne. I make bath bombs and scented candles and I channel spirits to better understand history from a dialectical materialist perspective. It is through the dialectic of science and seance that the truth is revealed.
Maintain your means of being-in-the-world (I had a busy morning)
The ??? Ordeal of being seen to steal from surfaces