BrieLikeTheCheese
Beruni, Qoraqalpoghiston, Uzbekistan
A science-addicted sex-educated atheist.









ViG smells
A science-addicted sex-educated atheist.









ViG smells
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Favorite Game
3.9
Hours played
13
Achievements
Favorite Group
Not quite 100% but a solid 99%
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Recent Activity
55 hrs on record
last played on 23 Apr
1.9 hrs on record
last played on 22 Apr
41 hrs on record
last played on 20 Apr
Pat Condell 4 Apr @ 11:19am 
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿         ⢁ ⢻⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿             ⡀ ⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟ ⢀⣾⣿⣿⣿⣷⣶⣿⣷⣶⣶⡆   ⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⢀⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧  ⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣇⣼⣿⣿   ⣿⡟ ⣴⣿⣽⣿⣧ ⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣾⣿⣿⣟⣭⣾⣿⣷⣶⣶⣴⣶⣿⣿⢄⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⣩⣿⣿⣿⡏⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣹⡋  ⣦⣀ ⡶    ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣍ ⣴⣶⡔   ⢀   ⡨⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⡘ ⣷⣿      ⡇  ⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿  ⢁⣷     ⣀ ⣾⡟       
⡿      ⢸⣿⣿⡯⢓⣴⣾⣿⣿⡟        
       ⣿⡟⣷  ⣿⣿⣿⡿         
svendwr 17 Nov, 2024 @ 8:35am 


⢸⡀         ⣶⣿⣶⣄
⢿⣿⣄       ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿        ⣀⣤⣄
  ⣿⣧⣀ ⣴⣾⣷⣿⣷ ⢷        ⣼⣿⣿⣿⡷
   ⢿⡿ ⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷        ⣿⣿⣿⡟
      ⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⢿⣿⣄     ⣶⣾⣿⡇
      ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇   ⡿⢆⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇
     ⢰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿  ⣤⣶⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷ ⣷⣤⣤⣄⣀⡀
     ⢸⣿⣿⡏⣿⣿⣿⢀⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣏  ⢀⣀⣈⣉⣉⣉⣙⣁⣀
     ⢸⣿⣿⡇⣿⣿⢏⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣆
     ⢸⣿⣿⡇⣿⣿⣷    ⢻⣭⣷
     ⢸⣿⣿⡇⣿⣿⣿     ⢹⣿⣷
     ⢸⣿⣿⡇⣿⣿⣿     ⣾⣿⡏
     ⢸⣿⣿⡇⣿⣿⣿    ⢰⣿⣿
      ⢿⡿  ⣿     ⢿⣿ +rep
car 7 Jun, 2024 @ 3:46pm 
i daonta nsodke tooooyoy odo
quacket 9 May, 2024 @ 3:28pm 
+rep hasnt beat hades yet
quacket 13 Apr, 2024 @ 3:41pm 
Don’t ask where Guangzhou2 were on the June 4th 1989
svendwr 8 May, 2022 @ 12:36pm 
I used to roll half a bottle of laxative pills into a Crunch wrap supreme and then leave cow pies on peoples door mats. People in my town installed porch cameras to catch the "Phantom S hitter" they said it couldn't possibly be one man, the hits were too frequent and too large. It had to be a whole gang of city punks coordinating and making planned precision strikes. I felt like a god among lesser beings in my town. Every time i was at the local diner and i overheard someone screaming about the black slop they found on their porch i felt powerful and unstoppable. I became too arrogant, started striking during the day. That's when they caught me and strung me up in the streets and hit me with rocks. I barely escaped with my life and i had to leave town. Now after all these years, I'm in a new town and I behave well enough. But I've got this nagging feeling, the urge is back, and I'm starting to think that my new town is about to experience a storm