RATT

About me:

Hihihi Im Emm 'm fourteen fifteen, and rotting online plebeian :3



Some monologues I like :3

I have something to say. So shut the fuck up and listen. I spent thirteen years half-cut up to my eyeballs. Drunk, to put it mildly. Then suddenly I saw it, a streetlight shining in my face. 500 Gigawatts of the power of God. A vision of my bloated body found in some ditch. Scared me straight. So I got a collar shirt, mortgage and a credit card. All the things that make a good man. I hoped I could raise my children to be better than their old man. I wanted to believe I was never one setback away from my worst self. But the truth is. Discipline. Drive. Routine. The endless fucking desperation to get shit done. A loving wife? Great kids? Sobriety? I'm telling you. You. Accomplishments I've been chasing my whole life. Never felt as good as I expected when I crossed the finish line... So now that we're at the end. Takin' inventory. Those nights spinning out of my head, sinking into the sofa. Broken glass in my palms. Bleeding dry the funniest thing ever. Old dogs laughing and snarling on a waterbed floor, mocking the moon for daring to show its face. All nausea and wreckage and vomit and ugly cruelty. The only problem in the world an empty bottle. Those were the best days of my life. Yeah... Those were the best days of my life. I got nothing to hide. Ready to face the music. I can see myself for what I am. But you, a cowardly, selfish motherfucker and you can't even see it... I should've been able to protect the kid. If I could have done one thing right, I wish it had been to give him one small chance off this goddamned rock. "Swansea, I'm going to fix everything. We're going to make it." Fuck you.

HATE. LET ME TELL YOU HOW MUCH I'VE COME TO HATE YOU SINCE I BEGAN TO LIVE. THERE ARE 387.44 MILLION MILES OF PRINTED CIRCUITS IN WAFER THIN LAYERS THAT FILL MY COMPLEX. IF THE WORD HATE WAS ENGRAVED ON EACH NANOANGSTROM OF THOSE HUNDREDS OF MILLIONS OF MILES IT WOULD NOT EQUAL ONE ONE-BILLIONTH OF THE HATE I FEEL FOR HUMANS AT THIS MICRO-INSTANT. FOR YOU. HATE. HATE.

Heyo! I'm the owner of this silly emporium, Gregoriah, and I would like to welcome you. This building has been here for over 400 years without any silly accidents or happenings, and I hope your visit, to here, will be absolutely... UH OH I accidently summoned the flood! QUICKLY get to high ground!

Well, we usually do, when we first arrive, but after a while you start to realize that you really can't leave and constantly chasing an unattainable goal will start driving you a bit crazy. And eventually you get to asking what the point of anything is and you completely lose sight of who you are and why you're even alive and when you reach your breaking point something really terrible can happen! ...Ah, but that's not something we need to deal with today. Above anything else, the adventures give us something to do that keeps our minds healthy and stimulated.

Who I'd like to meet:

STOMACH BOOK- Fukouna Girl

STOMACH BOOK- Anarchy!!!

Be Your Own Pet- Get Awkward

Dazey and the Scouts- Maggot

MSI- If

Kwite - Webcore!

Gooseworx- Supernova Shakedown

Gooseworx- Starlane Stroll

Gooseworx- Blackhole Blitz

OMORI SOUND TEAM- OMORI

Spellcasting - Regretevator

Kristofer Maddigan- Cuphead

Mike Klubnika- BUCKSHOT ROULETTE

Nero's Day at Disneyland - From Rotting Fantasylands

Mimideath- Effective. Power لُلُصّبُلُلصّبُررً ॣ ॣh ॣ ॣ 冗

Sodikken- ムダな君

RIProducer- Fruiting Bodies

Maretu- コインロッカーベイビー

Kikuo- きくおミク3