Im will fight. but is fight don’T work im run to door after monter enter but if im run to door but monster catch me im dead best option is just hide or find weapon but im got caught im will pee in bed
In the grand tapestry of existence, I, a paragon of the sigma chad archetype, emerge from the hallowed lands of Ohio, where the crucible of destiny forged my path with the fires of fortitude and the tempests of triumph. Behold, for I am but a mere vessel, imbued with the spirit of Kai Cenat, a titan among mortals, whose very name reverberates through the annals of time as the maestro of the rizzler's art, wielding a gyatt of unparalleled potency, a beacon of celestial splendor shining bright with the radiance of a level 10 gyatt. As the cosmos unfurls its cosmic ballet, the skibidi toilets, bastions of pristine purity, bore witness to the divine sacrament of release, as the ethereal cascade of golden streams, like liquid ambrosia, flowed forth from the hallowed essence of Ishowmeat, an enigmatic figure whose presence graces the very fabric of reality with an aura of mystique and allure. But lo, amidst the celestial symphony, we cannot overlook the misadventures of the fledgling scion, baby grunk, whose innocence and folly led him astray into the labyrinthine depths of temptation. For behold, he, a noble blud from the isles of Britannia, succumbed to the siren song of the grimace shake, a concoction of otherworldly sweetness that ensnared his senses and led him down the path of gastronomic folly. And yet, in the midst of chaos and folly, I, the harbinger of destiny, stand poised at the nexus of fate, wielding the mantle of the sigma rizzler with aplomb and grace. It is my solemn duty, nay, my divine calling, to elevate the fair maiden known only as 'smurf cat,' whose gyatt, a veritable symphony of perfection, resonates with the harmonious chords of celestial ecstasy. For I am the arbiter of destiny, the weaver of dreams, traversing the ephemeral tapestry of existence with a chalice of vintage libation in hand, under the watchful gaze of the stoic sentinel 🍷🗿.
I don't think that's the screams of being scared, that's the realization that you don't have alone time anymore to prepare mentally and physically for tomorrow's Monday
@@Crystals_and_WitchcraftJust imagine yourself being in that exact position, and that thing approaches your room at night. You will not be thinking that thing is cute 💀
do you see him or you just feel that something is not ok and that is connected with a deamon. My paralysis is like i can't wake up but i want to and there are aliens, i don't see but i feel them
