maybe the real until dawn was the friends we made along the way…

Nothing is more terrifying than an old man who knows how airdrop works.

Chat, the villager is on my “hear me out“ cake

killing rich people gotta be one of the best genres ever

opus more like poopus

“hey, i’m still good meat. perfectly good meat. i taste fine.”

yeah, i mean, there is only one way to know that, right?