the egg carton

my expectations are unreasonable and you will fail them.
i want your darkest, funniest twitter drafts.
i want your most unhinged 3am thoughts.
i want proof you're not like the others.
we rotate hyperfixations weekly. last week it was anarchist cookbook quotes, this week it's dissecting celebrity surgeries. the voice chat is just ambient doomscrolling sounds and occasional whimpering. i don't do welcome messages. you'll know you're in if i let you read the rules.