'Smokey', written by ██████ 'Smokey' ██████.

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AGE: ██ SWEEPS

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Well, I suppose it was time for me to finally write one of these things. My name is 'Smokey', I'm a retired streamer, used to be one of the most famous gutterbloods on the planet 'till some highbloods got a bit salty about my achievements and the way I spoke out against them on stream. Tried making the empire believe I would be the next great battery since the Psiionic, as if. I turned my stream on without care for the things that'd happen to me and in frustration and I suppose an act of rebellion; I tore my right eye out using my psionics in a flash of green energy. It hurt like hell but in the end it was worth it, I lost my fanbase after I gave up streaming after the INCIDENT but found a new audience with my Moisturewave channel. Maybe I think, some parts of it derived from the fact that no one had my face to attach to anymore, I was famous yeah but it didn't come with the same risk as it did before. I was loved, I was appreciated, my talent for such niche shit was unfathomable to the normal troll. They'd look at me and go 'holy shit how are they capable of doing such great acts' and I'd wink at them. Well, I wouldn't wink at them, as y'know, I only really have one eye up here. I'd like flip my eyepatch, yeah, sure, that, whatever who cares.

After that, for a while I uh.. well I don't remember too much of the stuff that happened after the Incident. Got lost in some bug ass, y'know, that shit tained the hell out of my thinkpan. More than I'd like to admit, it made me do a good chunk of shit that maybe I never wanted to do but felt l iike I had to in the moment. It was easier just doing things and not thinking of the consequences afterwards, like with .. Lyn. Or cowgirl. I'm still not proud of what happened then, especially since I was already pushing flushed for Angler. Speaking of Angler, they're a real sweetheart, I'm sure they'll tag along -- I'll write their page later. Even if to be honest, not much is needed to be said about them. I'm already rambling enough about them. Moving on, after the stuff that happened with Cowgirl and Lyn, I kind of drifted from place to place in my thinkpan. Never did I really remain in one state, even if I tried my damn hardest to. Eventually, not sure how, I ended up in a place that wasn't quite Alternia. In the same place as Angler, no less. But I got, scared, and I got jealous. I don't know how but they managed to get into somethin pitch with Cowgirl and I convinced myself that no one needed me anymore. I still think that, sometimes, when I'm sitting in this chair. Lol.

For the next sweep after that, I remained stocked up in my hive with the remainder of my supplies and my drugs until I eventually ran out. Once I did I had nothign to do but roam the lands in which I was stuck with, I won't delve too deep into this shit because I think it would blow y'all's thinkpans with the sheer information of the things I've been through -- but to simplify it I took a nap on a bed and woke up pretty different. Now somethings, when I really think about them, they manifest into reality. Thank god I'm off my shit now, could you imagine what I would be like if I was still constantly high and had the power to do something like that? Horrifying I tell you, could've ended worse than the INCIDENT that occured. Y'all eventually found me, scrounged up and dirty, like a soggy purrbeast with no home and took me in. I'm grateful for that, when I thought I had nothing left you guys took me in without a care and gave me the thigns I needed to reform. I can only hope that now, I can amend the failures that I caused and make up for what happened. Because truthfully, I've become something- no, someone that I'm actually proud of. With the conscious thinkin that I realllyyyyyy needed. Even then, still hit that bug shit sometimes, but like, in modesty now. Lmao.