You could hardly consider this space any semblance of a room, let alone a "lab". To your surprise, this door opens out into a vast, dry field, secured with fencing and littered with constellations of Suna Hundos in gatherings varying from slumbering piles to self-chasing tangles. Nearby, one notices you and yaps excitedly, the others behind it turning around and joining the chorus. You wonder where - or how - the scientist could possibly live among all this mess.
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Tetra's Lab
Information
- Tetra has 494 creatures
- Joined at 6:41 am, 22/05/2020
Achievements
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 | setting love letters on fire | |
|---|---|---|
 | cocoa winter breeze | |
 | hate to tear you asunder, bro | |
 | -smash announcer voice- GAY!!! | |
 | tears filled with salt | |
 | sure, yeah, sure, right, okay, | |
 | savior of the self | |
 | ardent moth-catcher | |
 | sleep paralysis companion | |
 | no miracles, just mistakes | |
 | machete twirl | |
 | this is a normal-looking dog | |
 | polar-eyes | |
 | baby you sadden me every day | |
 | sea-salt chocolate | |
 | i thiiiiink i've gone insane | |
 | the world seems quiet today | |
 | vicious little baby | |
 | we can bend the horizon | |
 | a parody of me in the mirror | |
 | anything for you. anything. | |
 | mad dog bad dog sad dog | |
 | fluent in keysmash | |
 | OH GOD THE SUN IS ON FIRE | |
 | uncontrollably sobbing | |
 | futile to reason with | |
 | posthuman preapocalyptic | |
 | did you just roll in moondust | |
 | saddest saturdays | |
 | i'll make the sun go backwards | |
 | just like old friends | |
 | machine-gun hugger | |
 | loaded daydreaming | |
 | i don't care if you're lying | |
 | a faint taste of citrus | |
 | forever chasing the horizon | |
 | soft and glowing | |
 | wah hoo | |
 | snarling thing at the window | |
 | in the end you did your best | |
 | just the cutest i can't i just | |
 | frozen sunrise | |
 | red hot chili pupper | |
 | past-holiday discount candy | |
 | the sin of autonomy | |
 | desire to set fire to things | |
 | snow hey oh | |
 | fundamentally damaged | |
 | good night and good vibrations | |
 | breaking every hidden rule |
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