Understars 🌌 @Blinxbat@pixie.town

i love installing files

fastest poster in the west

World's Open til 9 P.M.

Really not sure where that last one came from but guess I'm in a mood tonight.
/shrug

It's been 3 weeks. You haven't seen me leave my room this whole time. Not even heard a sound. You knock on my door. No response. You try to open it. It's locked. You finally get the courage to knock down the door. It busts off the hinges, displacing the multiple stuffed animals used to (unsuccessfully) block the door.

I'm sitting at my computer completely naked except for panties, coding socks, and cat ear headphones, a hexagon-patterned rgb gamer mouse steady in my hand. There are several fans running at max. Three different monitors are active and have windows open on them, each for a different social media site. Discord is open on all three, each monitor displaying a different server.

You try to call out to me, but it falls on deaf cat ears. You touch my shoulder to try and jostle me. It's cold. The ever-glowing gamer mouse slips out of my hand and falls to the ground. The hand on the mechanical keyboard shifts and causes a cascade of clacks and clicks. I slump over in my "Razer Iskur X - Hello Kitty and Friends Edition" gaming chair. I've been dead for 3 weeks, my body perfectly preserved by the several thousand dollar electic bill's worth of fans running.

You look over at my monitors again, tears in your eyes, looking desperately for a reason why my life ended like this. You see in every tab open that I had a post left unposted, each the same post. What could this mean? Is it a message? A dying request? You have to understand what horrible things happened here.
You strain to look through the tears freeflowing from your sockets, but still pulling through to glean the details of Ema Understars' Final Message:
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It's been 6 weeks. Our roommate hasn't seen us in forever. Last they heard from you, you were going to go check to see where I'd been. They go to check your room. It's empty. They go to check my room. The door's locked.

Posting will be the end of me

Talking real "I've never watched Jerma" for someone within video player distance

Fuck all these other bands and albums, "Music from Mathematics (Played by IBM7090)" is where it's at.

Hal 9000 Did Nothing Wrong

The immense feeling of euphoria I have when thinking of myself as a synthetic entity, and the pain it brings when I inevitably have to face the facts that I'll never acheive what I want with my body.
Nothing makes me feel better or hurt worse than these inseparable dual feelings.
I would gladly watch reality and science break in half to give me the gender fulfillment I and all others like me deserve, but reality it too dissapointing to ever give us anything.

Hi if you're a girl who is also a computer:
Keep up the good work!
Also i love u mwah <3

Homestuck

Hi! If you think you can get away with shit with me, you can't. You just can't. You *cant* YOU CANT
DONT FUCKING TRY ME
I do not fucking take shit I DO NOT TAKE SHIT
I can and will actually literally murder you, I can, I could, I should
I will rip out your fucking intestines and use them to make sausages from your fucking corpse meat
I will wear your head like a fucking hat
I will skin you to make my leather fucking jacket
I can do whatever the fuck I want. I can do whatever the fuck I want. I can do whatever the fuck I want.
It's *me*, I'm ME
Do you think you could get away with this?
do you? Do you? Do you?
Fuck off if you think you can. You can't. You can't. You can't.
Hahah.
I win. I *win*. I WIN.
Ok but genuinely this is supposed to be about shitty people. Like, I'm not generally manaical without a reason, or at least I don't indulge without a reason.
I'm a creature of impulse and bad decisions, but that's never stopped me from being objectively right and correct about everything.
I'm a horrible abusive shithead but at least I have correct opinions. Also I'm not a liar. Unless it's for my own safety but if I need to lie to someone to be safe whoever that someone is doesn't deserve the time of day.
Uh, yeah.
Idk what I typed up there I kinda spaced out and forgot what was happening.
I guess I have a vague idea of hatred and pain but aside from that I'm not really sure. It'd be too much to reread it. Y'know I probably shouldn't even post this anyways. I don't really want people to see this, but at the same time why would I even open a post and write it out if I didn't want it to be seen?
What am I even doing here, really?
I'm talking to myself, that's what I am. Guess we got that settled, good job team.
I say to the team of one, the one teammate being myself. There's other people in my head, we're plural, but I'm not talking to them. I'm talking to myself. Like myself myself, actually just me and no one else.
I have to pass the time somehow I guess.
Oh well.
Running out of things to say, I think.
Followers only seems like a good call.
No randos, but still being able to be seen. Eh. Nah.
I'm disco elysium in this shit, my pain needs to be HEARD.
No karaoke bar though, so the fediverse will have to do.

Pay attention to me

I am normal and sane and can be trusted with many delicate and precious things