Salutations, I'm King Salty. but call me Empty Inside. Or Child of The Deceased Realm. Or Salty. Or King. Maybe Ly. I don't really care honestly.

So anyway, I belong in an insane asylum because within the first 10 minutes of meeting someone I'll probably ask them if I can steal their liver and sell it on the black market or something like that. I also might harass you with disturbing facts until I run out or you decide to block me, either or. I could also be lying and I'm actually too socially awkward to respond with anything more in-depth than at the most six-word sentences. If you're lucky, you might get a second one with up to three words.

A lot of people say I'm an idiot for no reason, probably because they are denying their own stupidity. Like, all these guys think 2 x 2 is 4. Like what? It's 7 you physically disabled kangaroos. Specifically the blue ones. The blue ones are girls. Girls have cooties.

Anyways I'm probably up at 3 am in my timezone because my sleep schedule is so bad I either wake up at that time or fall asleep at that time. By the way, summoning the boss baby doesn't work. Trust me, I've tried. I've developed a strange, edgy internet persona, I am aware. But let's be real, we're all depressed younguns online. Anyone who claims to be mentally stable is a sociopath who must be euthanized for the greater good of humanity.

I don't know what I'm doing. I've been kidnapped by a horde of seagulls, I think they plan to eat my skin. Send help please.