Not again.

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Every single time.

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Fuck.

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> Introduce yourself

Your name is ISLA BECKET, you're 17 YEARS OLD, you’re an AGGRESSIVE SMARTASS with a thirst for knowledge. You’re used to these types of dreams, which sucks cause you don't get enough sleep as is. Your thirst for OBSCURE and GRIM knowledge has unfortunately led your imagination to plaguing you with terrible thoughts of your own demise, especially at night.

It isn’t helped by the fact that you enjoy READING HORROR, browsing REDDIT, and CAUSING PROBLEMS ON TWITTER. While the last one sounds unnecessarily stressful, you find it funny to poke buttons. Well so long as it doesn’t bite you in the ass. Since you lived in the apartment complex your UNCLE owned it became important to draw attention away from his… business practices.

Of course you enjoyed training and fighting in his illegal fight club since you were 13. You were now, as your UNCLE says, TOUGH as nails. Knowing your way around a ring helped make you quite ASSERTIVE and a tad bit CRUDE.

Growing up in such an environment made you hate a few things, namely ENTITLED PRICKS who think they’re better than you, INCELS (Redditor, remember?) and MOSQUITOS. MY BLOOD IS MINE YA LIL STRAW NOSED PRICKS!

If anyone else knew this, they’d be dead. And you’d lose fans probably. Since you were a SINGER at night. On weekdays… past eight… till two…when the band can meet up... You were a busy gal okay!

Your chumhandle is makarovDelta and you tend to speak in a manner that is Pretty alright. I mean texting isnt really that big of a deal at all. You have other shit to do and people to talk to, speaking of which.... You should text Phib.