Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27344811-20181230170109/@comment-27661770-20190104161250

He knew he would not be heard, but he grinned even wider.

"Happier still when you submit to the forces of your own creation... how you deny your own roots..."

Zalgo may be able to spot a mostly black, glitching face, in some kind of torment. It's saying something about a flower somewhere, to end its game, reset it all...

But not to him. Not to one who would make it worse.