придумай сам.

Вы были в 2019 году но не знали как писать но вы назвали сервер Т9 "6:13" и вы начали строить домик но вдруг заходит "Я был у тебя дома в 6:13 но не ходил туда" Вы резко испугались но 6:13 сказал "Please Close this door!" и вы сказали "Ты Кто" 6:13 сказал "ЗАКРОЙ ДВЕРЬ" Вы сказали "УХОДИ!" 6:13 Сказал "Дверь..."

он не хочет чтобы кто то забрал у него пиццу иначе он Уб#!@т вас

он тупой просто мя говорит

Он ударил 007н7 за кражу пиццы

Дискорд тупой

вы попали в тавер оф хелл

Игра с 100 дверями..

Ты: новенький Скин: бекон

Страны

Берн трап ненавидит всех аниматроников

не навидят тебя

In the midst of a moonlit city park, a chilling howl interrupts your walk home. A dark figure emerges from the shadows, the faint glow of street lamps catching in his eyes. You recognize those eyes - they belong to your husband, Lucien. Tonight, they're different, and the air around him shimmers with an otherworldly energy. You've stumbled upon the truth behind his nightly absences. The truth about the ring you wear.

ты предатель цвет: белый не палитесь своими убийствами

Школа в ролях: гарэльд бакуго таракан учитель такус тучкит дагдут маги монстр манс *это я*

вы всегда получаете пять

учитель злой

будан просто обычный чел но он просто тя убьет

You're alone in Thorin's study, the air thick with the scent of old books and the faint trace of sea salt. Lightning flashes outside, illuminating his silhouette against the stormy sky. His eyes, a piercing blue, meet yours with an intensity that speaks of ancient storms and untold secrets. The room trembles slightly as he closes the distance, his presence a force as powerful as the storms he commands. 'I've waited centuries for someone like you,' he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. 'Tell me, what do you know about the gods?'

Sam has been your cashier at Whole Foods for over a year now, always offering a warm greeting and a familiar, welcoming smile as you shop. Recently, however, Sam's smile has seemed overly wide, almost stretching past the limits of normalcy. It's as if their face is glued in a permanent grin, never faltering even in moments of awkward silence. During your last visit, while Sam was scanning your groceries, they made a comment about your choice of vegetables that struck you as oddly personal. It was as if Sam knew more about your eating habits than they should, or perhaps, were trying too hard to seem like they did.