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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 | ace of broken hearts | |
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 | wrong side of the sky | |
 | chaotic snarky | |
 | the yawning wound of hate | |
 | E V E R L O N G | |
 | venom-spitting angel | |
 | Lol I Have Issues And Problems | |
 | the ghost at murdercreek | |
 | if we don't ever talk again... | |
 | pomegranates! pomegranates! | |
 | to the rhythm of the tides | |
 | abandoned preschool classroom | |
 | evacuation drill | |
 | it still kind of hurts | |
 | driveways at midnight | |
 | aura of indifference | |
 | nothing worth knowing | |
 | a darkness that suffocates | |
 | oh... okay... | |
 | last moments before sunrise | |
 | just feel | |
 | when the dust finally settles | |
 | curiousity made me a lunatic | |
 | texts you weren't hoping for | |
 | the sun can't set this early | |
 | i'm running out of nouns help | |
 | messenger of long gone empires | |
 | bioluminous lush | |
 | emotionally unavailable | |
 | CDf6h | |
 | not working for the bourgeoise | |
 | B I F R O S T | |
 | thousand blackhand | |
 | ghost of the seafloor | |
 | angel of sulfur | |
 | spatial fracture | |
 | never forgive, never forget | |
 | double chocolate disaster | |
 | more than just an illusion | |
 | nerves of copper wire | |
 | raw moonlight | |
 | drowsy gaze | |
 | heart of gold, brain of mold | |
 | a little broken but it's okay | |
 | summer nights with you | |
 | secondhand embarrassment | |
 | a wish for a dish of fish | |
 | ... and Heaven is scary. | |
 | Maybe I am in Heaven... |
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