The Hermit, a dragon (don't ask how) Basement dwelling video/tabletop gaming type and is horribly antisocial. He's a good sport though. If you're not here for games, leave before he makes you. Their resemblance to my persona's single eye design is a mere coincidence.

Character design is weird... One moment you are spending half a day ripping your hair out with a shape design that refuses to work, and then after a 20 seconds lunch break you go back and instantly sketch out exactly what you want within 5 seconds. Thanks brain, I could've saved 7 hours.

Just another night in Terraria.

Ah, the modern world. How poisonously colorful yet so dreadfully dull... Maliciously positive, hopelessly depressive... Suffocating... I just want to live and die in peace...

Hoodie Leez McDouchebag Punk here has been a soft spot in my heart ever since the early access days. Miss them being hostile at all time tho, before Tides these guys would pick on you despite being 30 levels lower than you, thinking they're hotshit and promptly gets vaporized by a rocket launcher.

I like Selyne.

Splitting the universe, pixels by pixels.

They say you should always stay in the light within the darkness... Yeah, right... the light... Keep saying that, you're definitely helping. Welcome to the world, persona. Just call me Z00L.

This meant to be a shitpost tier meme, but I guess we doing it high quality. Season 8 is so stupid man... And I both love and hate it.

I didn't do that... Why did I do that... Something is talking... it rejects... It can't stand the pain... the meaningless pain... The subconscious... The body... my body... It speaks...

I have eyes, but it sees only failure. I have ears, but they hear only dread. I have a mouth, but my voices never heard. I have a heart, but filled with only chemicals. I am happy.

Can't make out which way is up in this world... Is there even a ground to stand on anymore? Everything change so fast... Is there nothing to hold onto anymore? Spending life pretending so much... Is there even something left of myself anymore?

100% chance to critically hit.

Throwing whatever at the canvas and see if something appears from the splatters. Martian Rabbits.

Ever felt like every hobbies and ambition you chased crumble? Ever felt like luck always brushes by seconds away before you can reach for it? Ever felt like you're completely helpless with your own cursed fate? And yet here you are, still picking yourself up, knowing it will happen again.