//no I haven't. I'm not even from the 90s. I was born in 2007. "SEE?"

-he just smiled. He kept pounding harder and harder, laughing more and more... And it cracked. And cracked...and cracked more.-

-...he smiles. And the hole dissapears.- "You know, that felt quite nice. HOW ABOUT..." -he slams... Bypassing the barrier, smashing into the community- "I GIVE YOUR 'FLOCK' A TASTE?!"

"MMUUUUAAAHAHHAHAAAAAA! DONT YOU SEE?! NOTHING YOU DO CAN HARM ME!"

-...not but 5 minutes later, he has returned to his game.- "...hehhee...little does he know..." -souls appear from behind him. The cultists.- "L I T T L E D O E S H E K N O W . . . ." [END.]

"Oh God oh shit oh fuck guys I'm in trouble"

"...you three. Dog girls. You will be my minions of destruction."

"Ew. A masochist."

"Good! Now, go forth!! Kill and maim, and bring me souls!" (They Finna be like these bois)

"YOU STOLE MAH WHOLE FUCKIN' FLOW!!"

//ur trash brok

"I'm the guy who has the edgy red eyes. THE ONES YOU STOLE YOU STOLE MY STYLE BOY"

//based as hell

"Man fuck you guys I didn't get no damn welcoming party-" (THIS IS A JOKE NO IRL SALT IS BEING THROWN HERE-)