"I am not living. I am not dead. I don't call this... living. Death won't take me, for I am bound to my duty of serving it."
An archangel who was turned into a wretch. Atleast that's the best he describes himself.
Muskrai
#OCRP#MVRP
It's deliberate. Muskrai has been working toward breaking reality. Part of which had been part of why he'd hibernated himself for so long, plugging himself into a system, by painfully jacking in, and integrating with the Nexus' supercomputer.
More tests are ran by Muskrai the Mad. The maddening curiosity wouldn't exactly end, but the ideas? Almost entirely nonsensical at this point. So much creativity can only collapse in on itself.
Running each experiment, simultaneously in close proximity?
As the cable disconnects, Muskrai is seizing up, parts of his body shaking violently before he reassumes control of it. He describes it as uncomfortable, while coughing out some blood, then stretching his body.
"So, what the hell was that painful shit for?"
His eyes are still adjusting to the lighting, since he just slipped out of the void, after suddenly getting yanked into it.
He's giving [the Reader] a glare while disconnecting a severed cable integrated in his spine, he's definitely not happy.
//idk who gives a fuck about me here, but heres one of the few alts ive made ever. my feeds full of goth girls and some gooner shit here and there, but needed to channel my shadow self somewhere. (if that makes sense, idk i been losing my mind as of late)
@a_Calm_Calamity ummm guys im totally not the same person wdym i never talk about myself hahahaa
its not like ive had other hobbies
no but srsly, ive actively tried to revive an rp hobby on here only for it to fall short because of anxiety and slowly feeling unwelcomed by these rp cliques
//i just set my dm stuff up, im only checking this account on desktop anyway, but ill be around here and there, and might make a few posts, but that all depends on if it crosses my mind. hoping it crosses my mind more, because better that than being depressed all the damn time
//have some wip drawing to let you guys know im alive, havent made much time to rp, or draw but thats due to a mix of burnout, yearning, and trauma. not really gonna get into allat unless you dm me asking me over discord.
anyways, hoping life isnt kicking your ass like mine is.
A lurking, but foolish pale idiot is enjoying his shade under a nice tree. One hand, he has a bowl of guacamole, next to him is a bag of tortilla chips. He's half way though the dip, and keeping a supressed glock on his lap, the barrel pointing toward his hip.
//been inactive on this account due to being busy irl, a full relationship arc that i'm still fucked up from and a massive amount of burnout. also been depressed as shit, so it may be some time but i may end up turning this acct toward art direction,might end up jotting lore here