+69 rep.
In shadows deep, where demons creep, A lone swordsman walks, his secrets keep. Branded by fate, marked by despair, Guts, the Struggler, battles demons’ snare.

His blade, the Dragon Slayer, sings, Cleaving through darkness on bloodied wings. A missing eye, a severed arm, Yet Guts fights on, his spirit unharmed.

Once a mercenary, now a wanderer lost, He seeks revenge, no matter the cost. Griffith, the Hawk of Dreams, betrayed, And Guts, the Black Swordsman, was remade.

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⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⣛⣡⣄⣀⠄⠠⢴⣿⣿⡿⣄⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢃⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡏⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣩⡽⡁⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢃⣿⣿⢟⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣮⢫⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣟⢿⠃⠄⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⣸⠟⣵⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣄⢰⡄⢿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠏⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⠹⡎⣿⣿⣿
⣭⣍⠛⠿⠄⢰⠋⡉⠹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠙⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⢁⠙⡆⢡⣿⣿⣿
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⡀⠈⢿⠄⣿⡇⠄⠙⠿⣿⡿⠿⢋⣥⣾⣿⣷⣌⠻⢿⣿⣿⡿⠟⣡⣾⣿⣿⠿⢋

this guy has more feet pics from me than anyone else in the world :)

this guy definitely doesn't sniff your cushion after you get off the couch

Occasionally screams loud inaudible noises +rep