Sinheed's lab
The wall opposite of you gives off a blurry, prismatic glow in your vision as you enter the lab. You blink off the blur, finding yourself staring at the glass of a vast tank, housing masses of Kudrilos beyond counting. To the left of you is a window to the outside, overlooking a fenced, drab pasture of lazing Girafo. To the right are desks burdened by haphazard stacks of paper. Most are research text, but at closer examination some are smothered in scribbles - doodles, sentences, musings.
Information
- Previous lab name: Tetra
- Sinheed has 742 creatures
- Joined on May 22nd, 2020
Achievements
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a scorcher, that's for sure | |
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cat pic dealer | |
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slipping past the edge of time | |
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the summer i wish i had | |
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424,242,424,242 arcade tickets | |
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namer's block | |
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mine is an endless hunger | |
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earnesty is cringe actually | |
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i wonder what wonders you see | |
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disassembled funkmachine | |
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sunlight through the smoke | |
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the songs of spitting embers | |
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watch thos....... | |
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setting love letters on fire | |
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cocoa winter breeze | |
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hate to tear you asunder, bro | |
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-smash announcer voice- GAY!!! | |
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tears filled with salt | |
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sure, yeah, sure, right, okay, | |
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savior of the self | |
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ardent moth-catcher | |
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sleep paralysis companion | |
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no miracles, just mistakes | |
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machete twirl | |
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this is a normal-looking dog | |
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polar-eyes | |
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baby you sadden me every day | |
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sea-salt chocolate | |
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i thiiiiink i've gone insane | |
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the world seems quiet today | |
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vicious little baby | |
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we can bend the horizon | |
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a parody of me in the mirror | |
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anything for you. anything. | |
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mad dog bad dog sad dog | |
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fluent in keysmash | |
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OH GOD THE SUN IS ON FIRE | |
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uncontrollably sobbing | |
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futile to reason with | |
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posthuman preapocalyptic | |
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did you just roll in moondust | |
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saddest saturdays | |
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i'll make the sun go backwards | |
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just like old friends | |
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machine-gun hugger | |
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loaded daydreaming | |
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i don't care if you're lying | |
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a faint taste of citrus | |
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forever chasing the horizon | |
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soft and glowing |