

Antigone Through the MirrorAntigone blinked, the sun in her eyes. She was disorientated, like she was most mornings. Her eyes flitted around the room, from object to carefully arranged object until she knew, deep down inside in the very core of her being, that this was her room, and not a strange doppelganger sent there to confuse her. She pulled the blanket up a bit higher, to her chin, and simply lay there, letting the fuzziness of the freshly woken up wash over her and fade. She blinked a few times, and reached up to remove the sleep from her eyes.Antigone Through the Mirror
Everything always looked new to her, in the morning, despite the fact that she had seen the exact r


Girl in the MachineAn eye opened. It was silver, without pupil, and like a mirror. The sun glinted back, blinding anyone who happened to look at the seeming mirror. But no one did. The alley was completely empty, except for her.Girl in the Machine
An arm pulled itself from the pile of rubbish and removed the paper blocking her eye. Slowly, she pulled herself into a sitting position. She blinked as a piece of paper slid from her face, and opened her other eye.
The sun shone weakly through the haze that covered the metropolis, casting a dingy light on the forgotten alley. Trash was piled up and a single door was all that interrupted the clean, flowi
Cyberpuff
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AND FUCK YOU GUYS FOR NOT WELCOMING HER TO DA. I'LL DO IT FOR YOU.
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devwatched.
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this signature went out of date so I decided to updSPACE POTATO
What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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The Angry Deviant
Random Deviant
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Stop Number 77
~where does the fist go when the hand opens~
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