At a posture more upright than a typical snapjaw, a folded arm behind your back reserves intent. Obscuring much of the face is a pillowy cloud of fabric about your neck.
Above this cloud, painted in aqua dust, two longing, distant eyes peer. Your long black skirt swathes the lower figure, billowing in the wind and tossing light every which way.
Everyone call Thunder Fuck STUPID and it TRUE! Thunder Fuck BARELY EVEN LITERATE! Thunder Fuck finally finished reading From Entropy to Hierarchy, but Thunder Fuck only can identify SURFACE LEVEL THEMES like FASCISM and DECADENCE and can't comprehend DEEPER IDEAS like "The Pitfalls of Compartmentalization" that make Q-Girl's paper a MODERNIST CLASSIC! Thunder Fuck so DUMB, it make Thunder Fuck SAD!
At this rate, Thunder Fuck will never understand On the Origins and Nature of the Dark Calculus!
Adventure log #1: Thunder Fuck Rides Again
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Adventure log #3
dammit i abandoned on accident
RIP Thunder Fuck