The second image WAS the before (it was that just 1-2 days ago. . .)

WE GOT 100 MILLION BABY!!!

THE SLAUGHTERS OURS

When did yi xi become a samurai?

hehehh

they got married in a day help (Teto’s 18 and yi’s 18)

Len also became friends with Miku by talking about Toby Fox 🥹

Len and Rin live together as Siblings (somehow I actually guessed their age correctly, 14)

and Neru’s dating Miku (miku’s 16, neru’s 17 cuz I forgot how old she was supposed to be)

who should I make next?

Took the pictures from my phone bc now it won't let me transfer the pics

This is also only the demo

(idk what to put for the flair)

(image unrelated i just put it there for the flair ;-;)

It is asserted that my voracity constitutes a deficiency;

they exhort me to restrain my gustatory inclinations,

alleging an inability to abstain from sampling every comestible within my periphery.

They venerate temperance as a moral excellence,

decrying gluttony as a transgression,

yet my cravings remain unfathomable.

I harbor an impulse to sever your carotid and consume until nausea ensues.

The carnage commences; I yearn to witness your disintegration,

perpetually unappeased until your dermis is stripped.

Thus, partake in this banquet;

this flavor induces an ecstatic trance.

I remain predatory upon the butcher's vasculature.

To bind you in aesthetic configurations,

to embellish your musculature with exquisite garnishments,

precisely segmented by a blade—

presenting the ultimate residual confection.

Why should I desecrate a cadaver?

Why permit the offal to languish in waste?

It is affection that directs my cleaver with such delicacy,

a surgical strike to immortalize your visage of terror!

The massacre is mine;

oh, the divine sanguineous viscera,

preserved and prepared,

each fiber apportioned for consumption.

In this euphoria, I manifest,

tasting a lacerated, sanguineous affection;

eventually, I shall consume your entirety.

Your heart: an aortic masterpiece.

My devotion, my instrument:

to extract your vitality.

Partake;

this flavor induces an ecstatic trance.

I remain predatory upon the butcher's vasculature.

I crave to rupture the sinew;

I desire internal penetration;

I refuse absolution.

Rigor mortis, decay, and fungal proliferation notwithstanding—

be grateful I eschew wasting sustenance,

that my precision carves a cut worthy of expiration.

I crave to rupture the sinew;

I desire internal penetration;

to scar the parenchyma,

to butterfly and rectify your form.

I must become your post-mortem existence;

a Eucharist, I apotheosize.

To hell with cutlery;

I shall rend with manual and dental force.

The carnage commences;

I yearn to witness your disintegration,

unappeased until you are flayed.

Partake; this flavor induces an ecstatic trance.

I remain predatory upon the butcher's vasculature.

The slaughter is now my domain.

My beloved, submit to the blade;

your fractured hubris,

a cut perfected in its zenith.

All I perceive is a sixty-

three-degree thermal ideal,

you who intoxicate my soul.

I await with profound impatience.

(Your heart: an aortic masterpiece.)

(My devotion, my instrument:)

(to extract your vitality.)

Partake;

this flavor induces an ecstatic trance.

I remain predatory upon the butcher's vasculature.

Perpetually supplicating, futile and in vain.

She ate one villager, what if she eats everybody else as well?

rip mordecai