A deep breath is drawn as you approach the door in front of you. With a gentle push, the door glides open and you are welcomed into a space that seems uncharacteristic of a scientist-- soft, pastel colors adorn the area around you as you are greeted by a towering, white Senfina Krizo. The beast warbles at you before lazily lumbering off to it's resting place. As your eyes re-focus, you notice how cluttered of a workspace this is. It might be better to come back later.
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pochita's Lab
Information
- pochita has 2035 creatures
- Joined at 4:03 am, 24/08/2020
- Previously known as nilihism
Achievements
1,2,3,4,5
 | sparx but scrambled | |
|---|---|---|
 | pull in my soul n tear me down | |
 | my deeply beloved | |
 | the present will not last | |
 | may we meet once more | |
 | bless this mess | |
 | breath of ire | |
 | you're cold on the inside | |
 | got me feeling like a savage | |
 | what's a home if not a prison | |
 | unholy little lamb | |
 | death drawn in fire | |
 | song of purification | |
 | unholy sanctum of scorned gods | |
 | hold bones just to break them | |
 | there's a dog in your heart | |
 | you ruin everything you touch | |
 | every server should have a dog | |
 | the unfed will grow teeth | |
 | we were young dumb and free | |
 | for whom the bell tolls | |
 | royal assassination | |
 | trust in a snake's tongue | |
 | some sad animal in the rain | |
 | WE RUN THIS TOWN | |
 | unveiling of the sun | |
 | the fury - incited - burning | |
 | i've learned how to lose you | |
 | white winds of the new world | |
 | built this house out of regret | |
 | hope for everything | |
 | the spark in your eyes | |
 | my crazy beautiful blackout | |
 | hey man, i love you but no way | |
 | hard to read with tired eyes | |
 | choking on your own sickness | |
 | the day it went rough | |
 | heal through the wreckage | |
 | scrambled living | |
 | to never excpect the expected | |
 | the faraway lorelei | |
 | six gigs of xylophones | |
 | pick a god and pray | |
 | raging brachy is easy guys | |
 | denizen of the deep sea | |
 | power and technique | |
 | floral frostbite | |
 | you'll be my oxygen | |
 | broken steel and rotten glass | |
 | cross my heart |
1,2,3,4,5