This piece from Risk of Rain, originally composed by Chris Christodoulou, is honestly incredible. I really didn't do the original justice, but here's my attempt at a rearrangement! 

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Risk of Rain - Coalescence (Arranged)

yo don’t fucking talk to me if you support pedophiles
I genuinely cannot believe I have to say this but if you support or are a zoo, necrophile or anything like that you’re fucking gross bro leave me alone I’m not about to get my ass raped by a “minor attracted person!!!! teehee I’m part of the lgb—“ no the fuck ur not. ur fucking gross. I’m a minor. Fuck off.
those are innocent fucking children that you fantasize about. I don’t care if it’s “because you have trauma” you have no fucking excuse.



oh yeah dni if you’re stuck in that weird ass spawnism cult too. I hope all the people who genuinely believe in that shit either get help or die and never “respawn” again

I fr don’t understand how a cult IN FORSAKEN LORE became a real thing you’re all fucking insane bro




THE ANYONE

a being that can be identified as a girl with white hair that extends to her knees, and who has silvery blue eyes, and wears a sweatshirt in the light of summer, or a boy with dreams crushed into stardust in a little jar he keeps obsessively close on a beaded necklace, who has black bleeding hair, and just enough clothes to keep him warm under that frail, freckled and fragmenting skin wrapped along his arms and legs, or it could be described as a small (talking 5’0 here for all you normies) infantile—but actually old enough to drink in human years because their species lives a while—crocodile with curious teeth too sharpened for its own good who exists in a godless society and wears crocs for the joke of it all, the anyway is person of color, shape and size or, as to not offend its fertile creative nature, nothing at all. the anything is in no way steady enough to stand on its indecisive integer.decimal of legs when faced with the winds of “what are you”, “who are you”, “why are you” and “how are you”.

the anywho is a teenager of unspecified biological sex who claims to have no ideation of gender or existence as a whole, and who regularly wishes to know the answers for our questions, if only to make us cease our torment.




























how do you survive knowing the truth is not correct
in your case only?
how do you live knowing you are fine, supposed to be fine, should be fine, are physically fine but don’t feel fine at all?
how do you make with the things you don’t know you have and the labels that you strive for to obtain the truth as you feel it?
how do you satisfy that body shaped hole in your body shaped form, when all that’s underneath your skin is blood and a bit of uncertain abyss?





































[ rp allowed ]

TRAPPED IN MY MINDSPACE
DIMENSIONAL NEURONETWORK 728.291
REQUESTING BACKUP

DISCOVERED AREAS
ZONE 2 - CONFIDENTO COLISEUM
ZONE 3 - MUTED MUDLANDS
ZONE 1 - LOGICA LAMICA CITY
ZONE 5 - OUTER HEADSPACE WALLS
0 ENOZ -  d r e a d z o n e


MAYDAY MAYDAY

CIVILIANS OF 0 ENOZ INVADING

THERE ARE NO LIFE FORMS IN THE DREADZONE 
DENY YOURSELVES OF CONSPIRACY
KEEP CONTROL UNDER YOUR RULER

THE BRAIN
A WONDROUS FIGURE
DESTINED TO CAVE IN ON THE DAY OF ARMAGEDDON

ONE CANNOT UNDERSTAND THE TEXTS WHEN THEY HAVE NOT BEEN WRITTEN
ONLY THOUGHT OR SPOKEN BY A VISUALIZER

SUCH MEANS TO TRANSLATE THE WORKS OF THAT WITH ATTENTION DEFICIENCY ARE UNKNOWN
AND WILL FOREVER BE UNRELEASED
AS THE CIVILIANS OF ZONE 2 BECOME RESTLESS IN THEIR OVERCONFIDENCE AND EXTROVERTED AURA
THEY WILL BE THE FIRST TO CRUMBLE
WE ENTER UNCHARTED LANDS

PREPARE
OTHER MINDSPACES ARE WITHIN INTERACTING DISTANCE
IS IT UNWISE TO TRADE WITH THEM?

Risk of Rain - Coalescence (Arranged)

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