This is abuse of the users…!!
Wanted:
That “My Core” is the name of the tiktok template. I could get it off…no matter what I did. I spent hour trying. Don’t waste your time with that Template.
Our Girl, Laura!!!
I was wrong about President Bukele. He does scare me though. It’s shameful to feel like his country is “better” than the USA. His country suffered long enough. Good for him.
Breakfast
banana with pecans..as limbs heads. Banana animals.
Apples Oranges Celery Grapes
Lunch Cantaloupe
🥗 Salads
Heavenly Entire bushel Kale Salad. Carrots. Honey and olive oil. Cayenne. Pecans. Salt. Onion. Raisins. Extra raisins. Bell pepper.
Learn to love this Kale salad For the sake of your blood !! HONEY AND OIL MAKE ANYTHING green wild.. PALATABLE.
Honestly I had dreams about how good this salad was.. I woke up craving it.
I got a solar powered Battery charger for my phone!
Thanks to you guys!!
Warlord TRAINING
DEATH RAY meme.
Short Story time!
In the year 2033, the echoes of the underground war reverberated through the world’s rebirth. Free energy flowed effortlessly, rendering wires obsolete. Samson, descending from a TRUMP BLIMP atop the Empire State Building, believed the battle was won – hydras defeated, demon worms incinerated, and subterranean labs obliterated. Yet, guilt lingered for the lives extinguished, a conflict between purity and the pitiable hybrids.
Out of compassion, Samson and a few allies spared some hybrids, confining them to sealed undergrounds. Beneath black market adrenochrome labs, once victims of inhumane experiments, the hybrids faced a grotesque existence. Intended as demon soldiers to terrify Christians, they were instead influenced by the angels within their minds.
After the demise of the dark forces, the undergrounds faced scarcity. Abandoned and left to fend for themselves, the hybrids turned to cannibalism. Samson, rejecting orders to destroy them, saw their innocence. He allowed them to persist, their diet shifting from macabre rituals of blood and guts to a preference for fruit….and Durian..especially.
Sealed away, the hybrids adapted, their eyes sensitive to light. They wanted to go to a new place.
Samson’s act of mercy sculpted a subterranean society, the skinwalkers – humans who craved the light, living underground to shield themselves from Earth’s harsh conditions. They have to wear a pair black contacts over there entire eyes if some of them get trained to come up.
Forced to hunt humans since 5 years old. Fed human, all their lives! They sit on buckets to drink their urine. They always thought this was water! Since birth. They were only given this to drink.
Deep underground like Epstein Island went to. They created monsters this way. But the plan failed. Many many labs just like it. It was not a younger woman dating service. It was human experiments since the 1950’s.
In the present day, the crypt remains sealed, buried under rubble from the dynamite that once ended their torment.
The pale, white skinned beings with elongated arms persist, climbing down stalactites in their secluded world. Deep deep underground. Below the labs even.
The desire for the light persists among them, but the harsh reality ofour earths atmosphere keeps them confined. Our lungs collapse if we were that deep.
Their minds yearn for improvement, caught between their origins as humans and the twisted experiments that shaped them.
In the end, it’s a delicate balance .. a tale of humans, both like and unlike, coexisting…and talking.
Samson felt as if they too were human. But the crime was in the blood. They were genetically modified also by the scientists. He said..its still..a bit human. I cannot bring myself to destroy. What if we want to ask them questions? Do they possess powers?
They wear cloaking fabrics, so Noone can see them. Only under a black uv light..you can see them. How do we get that cloaking ?
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Warlord Training