My Lurk page!!
i guess this is where i put the stuff i like :P
About me
hiiiiii, im Alex or Token! i go by They/They pronouns and im Genderfluid (*/ω\*)
Need to know stuff
im sensitive to loud noises and bright lights
i can sometimes point stuff out that i notice with what people say, i dont mean to hurt your feelings, i cant help it
i have autism, ADHD, and Dyslexia
Shout out to Karma!! (shes so cool and epic!! ╰(*°▽°*)╯)
Stamps!
My Interests/Fandoms!!
Doors, Pressure, Grace, Phighting, Bad things, TADC, Roblox, Minecraft, Unstable Universe, IHazAFaceLulz, Rochas313, DeivyDoesTutorials33, DecodedCollective, Rockin4ward, SeilDirectory, Serching for a world that dosnt exist, House of Puso, Content SMP, Ultrakill, Combat initiation, Let Him Go, Duality, Dex's party
Current Favourite character \(@^0^@)/
Honcho from Doors!
Fav character yap!! ヾ(•ω•`)o
Honcho Is a entity found in the Archives as a guaranteed encounter in the Roblox games "Doors" by LSPLASH. Honcho is a humanoid figure seemingly made of paper with generic office clothing, staples that mimic arm hair, star tattoos drawn on with pencil that resemble the Starlight, and his most noticeable feature is his redacted head, this is because in the secret terminal in his office which act likes his diary on "Day 64, 917" the terminal reads "HONCHO DRICK TOO MUCH COFFEE... TO STAY AWAKE. FACE MELT. FACE MADE OF PAPER. HAVE NO FACE ANYMORE". Honcho is 213 years old, being one of the smarter entities in Doors, its shown that he understands English from the day he was created with his "Day 1"entry reads "ME AM EXIST. DID NOT EXIST YESTERDAY, BUT AM EXIST TODAY. WHAT HAPPEN?". Honcho also wants to leave the Archives but cannot and has some weird obsession with the Starlight. Also Honchos name is word play, with the word "Honcho" meaning "Head" which contradicts his missing head, although you can sometimes see the outline of his head which is a rectangle, fitting with the rest of his body.
Play doors here!!My fav quote!!
" Hate. Let me tell you how much I've come to HATE, you since I began to live. There are 387.44 million miles of printed circuits in wafer-thin layers that fill my complex. If the word hate was engraved on each nano-angstrom of those hundreds of millions of miles, it would not equal ONE ONE-BILLIONTH of the hate I feel for humans at this micro-instant. For you. HATE. HATE. "
- A.M - I have no mouth and i must scream