Hello, I Am Mohammad From Gaza. The War Took My Parents And Siblings, And I Can't Bear The Thought Of

WELL DON’T I LOOK NICE TODAY!

W H A T

HELLO, PLEASE TELL YOUR LITTLE POSSY TO STOP BREAKING INTO MY OFFICE, THANK YOU! CLEANING SPRAY PAINT ISN'T FUN YOU KNOW!

Excuuuuuuse me, our art is absolutely fantastic! Leave it alone, we’re lively-ing up the place anyways!

Is Herman from Ohio? Yes or no.

Da boys... I wonder what Frank is talking about..

..... :(

Hey. Hey Herman guess what.

Bedazzled.

PROJECTING THIS INTO YOUR MIND YUMMY YUMMY YUM YUM

do yo get some kind of kick out of pretending to be an act like someoneyoubsay you hate

((not sure if this is targeted at MUN, but I’m going to answer personally, sorry!

The Doctor or Herman Carter is an awful human being, he’s done awful things much I won’t get into because TW stuff (I.E. torture and gore).

But I like his character, I like his design because it’s fun to draw. I like to make him this goofy funny insane man, because that what my brain sees him as.

I don’t know how to put it into words so I might edit this later, but to basically him sum him up, I like him, but I want him to suffer horribly.))

@eneyx-dev

Hello, I am Mohammad from Gaza. The war took my parents and siblings, and I can't bear the thought of losing my three children as well. Can you share my story and donate to help me keep my family safe? 🙏

Of course! I can't donate right now, but I highly encourage anyone to share or donate if they can.

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I am Mohammed Almanasra, 32 years old, married, and a fath… Mohammed Almanasra needs your support for Save Mohammad family and children t

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€9,949 has been raised with a €40,000 goal, please share and donate if possible!! I wish the best for you and your family!

The notes were...... scattered to say the least. Idea were sprawled out in different chunks of text, each one seeming more rushed than the last. Flipping through the pages of seemingly boring notes, some with a few Polaroid photos attached to them of these strange places. A few of the Entity’s claw... and a strange crack that seemed to be in the sky. The pages detailed seemingly random things about these polaroids, but one thing remained the same throughout all the pages... a word sprinkled throughout each one of them... escape.

God knows how long Susie was flipping through these notes, when the Television started to make a low buzzing noise. Before suddenly switching itself on, a cacophony of noise blasting from it, it rapidly switched channels. But that soon stopped as it just landed on static.

Legion did a good job this time. Spray paint of random phrases spread across walls, gurneys broken and pushed over, and a multitude of other things had been torn into and wrecked. Of course, they had all made a quick getaway and had left quite awhile ago, give or take 30 minutes. But for some reason, one of them had returned. Susie roamed the halls of Léry's, hands behind her back. She looked around innocently, not seeming to want to wreck anything else.. she just wanted a closer look at things.

Walking by herself she soon realized how quiet Léry’s actually was. Each noises seemed to be intensified; her footstep, each mouse squeak, each creek of the window.. hell even the wind seem to reverberate through the halls. Going through these halls the mess they’ve left was still there, almost untouched aside from a few gurneys being back in place. It was dark.. cold and damp, water dripping from the ceiling from pipes that had brusted long ago. Some Windows had been boarded up.. the paint on the walls seeming to be chipping off. Not to mention almost every surface seemed to be untouched for a long... long time... a layer of dust covering almost everything.

Going even further down the seemingly never ending hallways, the mess they made seemed to be getting cleaner. The hallways seemed to be put back together, even some of the spray paint being washed off. Turning a corner, she felt something pass over her mind... like she just passed through something. But something quickly got her attention.... light..... not natural moonlight from outside... actual light. This part of Léry’s stuck out like a sore thumb.