Your name is SOLLUX CAPTOR.
Today is your WRIGGLING DAY, the sixth one you have suffered through on this GODFORSAKEN PLANET, but it isn't exactly a reason to celebrate. Not when you're... well, who you are. You sit at an awkward point of the HEMOSPECTRUM, the caste system that rules your ALIEN SOCIETY, and you hide your blood color in order to not draw attention to yourself. You live in a COMMUNAL HIVESTEM on the outskirts of a pretty dirty town where you seclude yourself away with your CODES.
Ah, yes. Your codes. You are an avid HACKER AND CODER, hiding from the outside world and immersing yourself in the digital one. You're too poor to afford any fancy mindframes or psionic bees or anything like that, so you salvage OLD TELEVISIONS and HUSKTOPS from rubbish tips and wire them up instead. Despite your best efforts, your hive is a GODDAMN MESS. Much like your hair.
You have just finished the code for a MULTIPLAYER GAME that your, well... your former MOIRAIL sent you. But you're not exactly sure what to do with it. In fact, you're not really sure what to do right now! Perhaps some omnipotent voice will tell you what to do?
Regardless, your trollTag is temperedAnemia, and you can't avoiid thpeakiing or typiing wiith your thomewhat thevere liithp.
(welp, first fanventure. i am sure i am going to mess this up terribly somehow. please do not be alarmed if updates change from my bad spriting to my bad artwork without warning.)
Updates will happen WHENEVER I DON'T KNOW ARARARARA ARRRRARRRHGH FEED ME SEYMOUR
TV TROPES PAGE OH MY GOODNESS ME
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