Where Every Scroll is a New Adventure
i wish i was lying when i said i genuinely think about this every single day and laugh my ass off every single time
Mum said it's MY turn on the biochip. How else will I be able to happily make hundreds of fun but mostly gonked choices?
Having the consciousnesses of a rock star terrorist implanted into my brain so whenever I'm about to do something stupid they can egg me on.