Sunnys admin is amazing like I love them so much. It might not be noticeable but htey are basically genuenlly 24/7 in character. Everything will have an impact on her character and its so cool to see. Its great since the tubblings love taking everything as cannon.
Sunny feels so mcuh like a luttle girl like so many can empathise with her since she reflects many peoples childhood so welll. I think thats part of why many people get super defensive over her
In general sunny's admin is great at rp and I love what they are doing and want to see more. I hope someday they can have a full arc like montelyson was.
Im amazed that sunnys admin saw the joke with lenay being a mermaid so they went and made a super dark adn depressing scene with it.
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Know what would be fun?
Charlie’s code illness seems to be stalled currently, at least while he’s in Purgatory.
I think it would be great if it all caught up with him at once, the second he stepped back into the shores of Quesadilla Island.
Just imagine, he’s elated to see his daughter—ecstatic, even.
He hops off the train, grinning like there’s no tomorrow.
And—the second his feet hit the ground—agony chews out his every cell, rendering him almost entirely immobile. His stomach is roiling and his heart is thudding too fast for him to process as inky abyss shoots up his arms and tears into his flesh. His veins feel like they're being pumped with molten lava and he's trembling so much he can barely stand.
01110100 01101000 01100101 01110010 01100101 00100000 01110111 01100001 01110011 00100000 01101110 01101111 01110100 01101000 01101001 01101110 01100111 00100000 01100010 01110101 01110100 00100000 01110000 01100001 01101001 01101110
The only thing he can really do is choke back tears and wait for the wave to end, it’s the one solution his pain-soaked brain can come up with.
So he waits.
But the pain fails to end.
He’s writhing now, retching and hacking, locked in place.
He can hear voices now, each of them stabbing at his brain and growing closer and louder by the second.
Umbra spills from his lips, flashing and ticking with a sickly green. Charlie’s body struggles to stick to one dimension, every word made into a cry of suffering.
Something—someone—comes in contact with him and torment explodes through his system.
01100100 01100101 01100001 01110100 01101000 00100000 01110111 01100001 01110011 00100000 01110100 01101000 01100101 00100000 01101111 01101110 01101100 01111001 00100000 01110111 01100001 01111001 00100000 01101111 01110101 01110100
Through his torture, he processes a few small strings of code thoughts.
01100100 01101001 01100101
Die
Charlie cries out, hoping someone understands his message.
“01101011 01101001 01101100 01101100 00100000 01101101 01100101”
No one obliges his request.
He tries again.
“01110000 01101100 01100101 01100001 01110011 01100101 00100000 01110000 01101100 01100101 01100001 01110011 01100101 00100000 01110011 01101111 01101101 01100101 01101111 01101110 01100101 00100000 01101011 01101001 01101100 01101100 00100000 01101101 01100101”
There’s more contact, more pain.
His conscience seems to detach from his body, soul slipping from his grasp.
01100011 01101000 01100001 01110010 01101100 01101001 01100101 00100111 01110011 eyes filter over a cold black.
The entire server gets a ping on their communicator.
Slimecicle was slain by 01010100
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